New DA drabble series
Title: The Other Sister
Rated: T
Characters/pairings: Edith/Various
300 words
Yes, I’ve started another drabble series. (I can keep up with them much easier!) This is a story I believe will be canon in season 4. Hopefully JF will send me some compensation for that.
Edith managed to give Tom a smile, pained as it was, as he helped her into the waiting auto.
Not a tear was shed during the ceremony.
There’d only been a handful of guests. Martha Levinson was in America, Mary was in mourning, and Sybil was...
She studied her new husband’s profile as he settled into the driver’s seat. “Would you like to drive?” he asked, misinterpreting her scrutiny.
“You’d agree to that?” She’d meant to say this teasingly, but later she would wonder if her question had simply sounded shrill.
“I don’t mind.”
She pursed her lips at his lifeless tone. “I think I might rest on the way, if that’s all right with you.”
“I don’t mind,” he repeated.
She turned away. Would it always be like this? This cold politeness.
Her family was gathered on the kerb. Edith met her grandmother’s especially grim expression defiantly. The Dowager had claimed two of her granddaughters marrying a commoner was going to lead to her end. For all her blustering, however, she hadn’t dared stop a second wedding.
Her mother’s face was tight with disapproval. Just when Cora Crawley thought nothing would shock her when it came to her second daughter’s choice of men, she’d been proved wrong.
Not that the groom was Edith’s first choice, nor she his. This would be a marriage in name only; convenience for all involved.
She raised her hand; not quite a wave. Hopefully everyone would be a little more accepting by the time they returned from their honeymoon.
Honeymoon... She shivered. Later tonight she would no longer be a virgin.
“We’ll be in London before dinner,” Tom interrupted her wandering thoughts. “He will be at the motel?”
She nodded. How odd it was; her husband wouldn’t be the man sharing her bed tonight.
Rated: T
Characters/pairings: Edith/Various
300 words
Yes, I’ve started another drabble series. (I can keep up with them much easier!) This is a story I believe will be canon in season 4. Hopefully JF will send me some compensation for that.
Edith managed to give Tom a smile, pained as it was, as he helped her into the waiting auto.
Not a tear was shed during the ceremony.
There’d only been a handful of guests. Martha Levinson was in America, Mary was in mourning, and Sybil was...
She studied her new husband’s profile as he settled into the driver’s seat. “Would you like to drive?” he asked, misinterpreting her scrutiny.
“You’d agree to that?” She’d meant to say this teasingly, but later she would wonder if her question had simply sounded shrill.
“I don’t mind.”
She pursed her lips at his lifeless tone. “I think I might rest on the way, if that’s all right with you.”
“I don’t mind,” he repeated.
She turned away. Would it always be like this? This cold politeness.
Her family was gathered on the kerb. Edith met her grandmother’s especially grim expression defiantly. The Dowager had claimed two of her granddaughters marrying a commoner was going to lead to her end. For all her blustering, however, she hadn’t dared stop a second wedding.
Her mother’s face was tight with disapproval. Just when Cora Crawley thought nothing would shock her when it came to her second daughter’s choice of men, she’d been proved wrong.
Not that the groom was Edith’s first choice, nor she his. This would be a marriage in name only; convenience for all involved.
She raised her hand; not quite a wave. Hopefully everyone would be a little more accepting by the time they returned from their honeymoon.
Honeymoon... She shivered. Later tonight she would no longer be a virgin.
“We’ll be in London before dinner,” Tom interrupted her wandering thoughts. “He will be at the motel?”
She nodded. How odd it was; her husband wouldn’t be the man sharing her bed tonight.