Some drabbles
Claim: Marie
Themes: Family, Mail, Love, Hate, Time
Completed: 05/30
Family
She knew they were talking behind her back, but she didn't care. They said she should care about politics, represent the country and aid her husband in his reign, but she didn't want to. In fact Marie knew very well what she wanted. She wanted the soft good morning kisses of her daughters to land on her cheek like butterflies; she wanted to sooth her sons if they got hurt in play, she wanted to oversee them study and to watch them grow: Nikolai, Alexander, Georgi, Xenia, Michail and Olga, her children and Russia's future, her family she cared about.
Mail
Sophie observed her cousins face as she began reading, though she knew very well that Marie's features rarely showed her emotions. Maybe it was a trick of light, but for a moment Sophie thought the other woman's hands were shaking. The servant who had brought them the mail was waiting in respectful distance. Anxiously she followed her cousin who handed her the letter. Tears were glimmering in her eyes. Sophie had never seen her cousin cry, nobody ever had. Indeed, nobody would today. The dowager empress stood near the open window overlooking the Seine, blowing a kiss to her granddaughter.
Love
She remembered the young man for whom she had left her country and her family behind. The kind look in his eyes whenever he looked at her made changing her name seem unimportant, a mere trifle. When he smiled at her she didn't miss her family half as much. It was this look she saw in her granddaughters eyes when she thought of the young man. How it hurt them to be apart she didn't dare to think about. She, who had given everything to follow the man she loved, who was she to stand in the way of theirs?
Hate
Arms locked around her waist, like chains, holding her, restraining every movement. She smelled the sweat mingled with the stench of wet fur. Further and further away the train took her from her sweet grandchild. The sight of her blue eyes widened with sheer panic would remain burned into her mind. It was the sight that interrupted her sleep so often, waking her up drenched in sweat, panting. It was the sight she saw every waking hour. Her beloved Anastasia disappearing in the turmoil, defenceless. Yes, the man had saved her life, and she felt nothing but hatred in return.
Time
Time heals all wounds. Gone, killed, her son, her daughter in law, their beautiful children. Nicki, Alex, Olga, Tatjana, Maria. Lost, her granddaughter Anastasia. Forgotten the secret they once shared. Their song a mere whisper of a memory. Friends and family killed, executed, missing. Grand soirees, a sea of faces, elegant ballgowns now fading like a dream after waking. Day after day their memories visited her. Sometimes she gave in to her griev, at night when she lay awake in her bed she wished she could be with them once more.Time heals all wounds, the scars are all that's left.
Themes: Family, Mail, Love, Hate, Time
Completed: 05/30
Family
She knew they were talking behind her back, but she didn't care. They said she should care about politics, represent the country and aid her husband in his reign, but she didn't want to. In fact Marie knew very well what she wanted. She wanted the soft good morning kisses of her daughters to land on her cheek like butterflies; she wanted to sooth her sons if they got hurt in play, she wanted to oversee them study and to watch them grow: Nikolai, Alexander, Georgi, Xenia, Michail and Olga, her children and Russia's future, her family she cared about.
Sophie observed her cousins face as she began reading, though she knew very well that Marie's features rarely showed her emotions. Maybe it was a trick of light, but for a moment Sophie thought the other woman's hands were shaking. The servant who had brought them the mail was waiting in respectful distance. Anxiously she followed her cousin who handed her the letter. Tears were glimmering in her eyes. Sophie had never seen her cousin cry, nobody ever had. Indeed, nobody would today. The dowager empress stood near the open window overlooking the Seine, blowing a kiss to her granddaughter.
Love
She remembered the young man for whom she had left her country and her family behind. The kind look in his eyes whenever he looked at her made changing her name seem unimportant, a mere trifle. When he smiled at her she didn't miss her family half as much. It was this look she saw in her granddaughters eyes when she thought of the young man. How it hurt them to be apart she didn't dare to think about. She, who had given everything to follow the man she loved, who was she to stand in the way of theirs?
Hate
Arms locked around her waist, like chains, holding her, restraining every movement. She smelled the sweat mingled with the stench of wet fur. Further and further away the train took her from her sweet grandchild. The sight of her blue eyes widened with sheer panic would remain burned into her mind. It was the sight that interrupted her sleep so often, waking her up drenched in sweat, panting. It was the sight she saw every waking hour. Her beloved Anastasia disappearing in the turmoil, defenceless. Yes, the man had saved her life, and she felt nothing but hatred in return.
Time
Time heals all wounds. Gone, killed, her son, her daughter in law, their beautiful children. Nicki, Alex, Olga, Tatjana, Maria. Lost, her granddaughter Anastasia. Forgotten the secret they once shared. Their song a mere whisper of a memory. Friends and family killed, executed, missing. Grand soirees, a sea of faces, elegant ballgowns now fading like a dream after waking. Day after day their memories visited her. Sometimes she gave in to her griev, at night when she lay awake in her bed she wished she could be with them once more.Time heals all wounds, the scars are all that's left.