theladyandromeda said: 7 :)
7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.
I had to take some moment to choose, and finally I decided for this one:
June became July and Mary began thinking that she really liked it here, the ocean making the air spark with salt and freshness as she walked on the beach, Emmalyn and her sisters in tow and a couple of old maids acting like chaperons – really, as if she wasn’t a chaperon herself, a maiden cousin twice their age. Even so she missed Britain. She wasn’t exactly homesick, but part of her longed for home.
She often dreamt of Matthew, and they weren’t the terrible nightmares she’d had for many months after Lavinia’s death, but there always was a gentle smile, and a teasing glint in bright blue eyes, and a strand of golden hair flopping onto his creased brow, and a glimpse of his warm and soft hands. When she woke up from these dreams she was always smiling and her good humour was infectious for the other occupants of the elegant sea house. If she felt up to it these days she would read some poems to her cousins, explaining the hardest passages to them when they asked. Afterwards the youngest, a dark haired child, with wide green eyes, would hug her at her waist and pray that cousin Mary would never leave them.
One day she saw her grandmother looking at them through the window. She was smiling. For some reason Mary had a vision of children surrounding her, and a tall blond man by her side, and an old, clever lady smiling down at her in the exact same way.
It’s part 8 of Eleven Steps, my first Downton Abbey fic. It’s one of my fave not because it is poetic or particularly ‘fancy’ in any way, but I do love the images it conveys, this Mary who had to go away from Downton to find herself again and who is slowly healing thanks to the distance, to the affection she finds in her American relatives, and to a steady and constant reminder of Matthew’s love, which is never pressuring or assuming, just there, for her, in a romantic and maybe a bit silly way.
But then, I have a soft spot for this whole piece, a 5,000 fic written in the wee hours of the night and till dawn, and then edited later that same day. It does have a dreamy quality to it :)
Thank you for the question!