With the new season upon us, and fandom all extra-enthusiastic, I figured now would be a great time for this. Because there can never be enough Downton Abbey fic, and there certainly isn't enough now!
slipping through my fingers all the time - Cora/Edith hacashSeptember 26 2011, 22:30:04 UTC
Sorry if this isn't any good; haven't actually tried my hand at writing Cora or Edith - wanted a bit of a challenge!
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It shames her to say this, but she’s not looked at her second daughter for some five or six years now.
Not truly looked, not properly looked, not when you look at your child and see not only what she is but who she is, who she might become, what lies buried deep beneath the skin. She finds herself doing this all the time with Mary - darling Mary, who weaves dramas like other women might weave tapestries, glittering and golden and drawing all eyes towards her - she can’t be in the same room with Mary without looking at her and wondering what’s inside. And Sybil - more and more she turns to see her youngest child watching her with soft, quizzical eyes and she begins to think How, in all this grand English pomp and ceremony did we ever create a girl like you?But Edith. Edith is a mystery
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Re: slipping through my fingers all the time - Cora/Edith dollsomeSeptember 26 2011, 22:42:52 UTC
Oh my God, this is so beautifully done; everything I wanted out of this prompt and more! ♥ Beautiful characterization of Cora, and the feeling shines through so earnestly that I was dangerously close to teary-eyed at the end. All the reflections on the three girls are so exactly right, and the image of Edith striding across the lawn, back from the farm -- it's all just so beautifully rendered! (And this comment is a mess, as is my heart.)
Where oh where did my clumsy little girl go? she thinks to herself in abject wonder.
And then, right on the heels of that thought: I see you. Oh, my darling, I see you.
Re: slipping through my fingers all the time - Cora/Edith hacashSeptember 28 2011, 04:46:49 UTC
Wonderful! Such a lovely little scenario you've set up here. I would have thought you spent all your time on nothing but Cora and Edith with the beautiful way you have written them :)
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It shames her to say this, but she’s not looked at her second daughter for some five or six years now.
Not truly looked, not properly looked, not when you look at your child and see not only what she is but who she is, who she might become, what lies buried deep beneath the skin. She finds herself doing this all the time with Mary - darling Mary, who weaves dramas like other women might weave tapestries, glittering and golden and drawing all eyes towards her - she can’t be in the same room with Mary without looking at her and wondering what’s inside. And Sybil - more and more she turns to see her youngest child watching her with soft, quizzical eyes and she begins to think How, in all this grand English pomp and ceremony did we ever create a girl like you?But Edith. Edith is a mystery ( ... )
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Where oh where did my clumsy little girl go? she thinks to herself in abject wonder.
And then, right on the heels of that thought: I see you. Oh, my darling, I see you.
Just gorgeous. ♥
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As a middle child, this touched me deeply. Bravo!
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--frostyblossom
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