I wrote this months ago. So long ago, in fact, that I don't remember exactly when (although, that just means before December, basically. xP). I wrote it, looked it over, and knew exactly what to post it for. Mother's Day. So it's sat, aging, on my laptop's hardrive. ^^ Hopefully it's like wine - better with age. (Hah to the cheesiness. ... And the
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Words escape me, I am sorry. Wonderful look at motherhood, and what it entails. Thank you!
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No matter, what you said suffices quite enough. ^^ Glad you ... (liked might not be the proper term, here) it!
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It's hard to decide who to feel sorriest for.
Poor James, once again. The man got almost no breaks at all!
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No, he didn't. Poor fellow. xP
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This is a haunting examination of the perils of motherhood in those times, putting under a microscope (in so few words) the fragile existence of women. It was not a time for the faint of heart. Women were completely dependent on men, doomed to a life of degradation... or death, without the protection of one.
It's not necessarily the background I would have imagined for James, and yet I don't question any of it.
Grand, lass! Just grand!
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Yes, yes, I suppose it is. ^^ It wasn't really in my mind when I was writing it, but you're quite right. *shrugs* Goes to show what a habit of historical accuracy plus the want for angst can produce.
Oh, well, I suppose that's good then, eh? xD Actually, its not my usual type of backstory for him, either, but it was just too fascinating not to write. ^^
*bows* Thank-you, m'dear!
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I like this depiction of his childhood, too. But then I am a sucker for some good angst. ;) And this is excellent, first-class angst.
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Is it perfect for Mother's Day? xP I must say, I was having doubts.
Hah! Thank you muchly! Because I know that you certainly are one to measure angst, as well - if what you write is anything to go by. ;D
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