A/N: So here's a quick drabble I decided to write as a kind of Remembrance Day thing. It's kinda-for thatdragonchic, because she was talking about how there isn't enough WilliamXDaisy
I know I play a lot with with whole "talking to the grave thing" but in a fandom where a lot of couples are separated by death, it just kind of happens...and this is Daisy we're talking about, probably one of the more superstitious members of the downstairs...I dunno.
Disclaimer: Don't own Downton...not yet anyways
Oh, and spoilers for S5EP8...just a little
Enjoy~
Daisy stood in front of the cross, surrounded on all sides by similar knee-high wooden monuments, uniform in appearance except for the different names that were marked in chipped-away black paint. It was the first time she'd come to William's grave without Mr. Mason or Mrs. Patmore by her side, and it would be the only time, at least for now.
"Good afternoon, William," she told the wooden cross.
She didn't expect him to answer back, because he never did. He was dead, and he'd been dead for almost eight years now. It was a frightening thing to think about sometimes, that she was nearing twenty-six, an age when she supposed most women had a husband and a child or two, but what did she have but her father-in-law and the benefits of a war widow to her name?
"I'm sorry I've never been by on my own, but y'don't get too lonely, between Mr. Mason's visits and"— she glanced around her, at the sea of graves that marked her husband's fellow soldiers— "the others, do ya?"
A breeze tore through the air, tugging at the petals of the flowers that'd been placed at various graves throughout the cemetery and pulling at the ends of ribbons. It didn't carry any voices, like it did in the fairy tales Daisy'd grown up with; instead, it bit at her cheeks, turning them the same red as her hands after a long day of scrubbing pots.
"They put up a memorial in the village square...Your name's on it, right above Mrs. Mayfield's boys, Henry and Cecil…" She bit her lip, reminding herself why she was here.
"I'm leaving Downton, William," she said. "I'm going to live in London and find work there, maybe open a bakery or somesuch. I can do it, I've got the knowledge, I'm sure of it, and your father's got confidence in me...I'm sorry I'm leaving you, I truly am. But I'll come back...'least I'll try, promise. It wouldn't be fair to you nor your father, if I just left for good...Wouldn't be fair to Mrs. Patmore either, I suppose."
Daisy felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes, but she forced herself to smile. She was going on to bigger things, leaving the village and Downton behind in favor of the city, and all of its possibilities. Who knew, maybe she'd meet someone handsome and kind like William'd been, and they'd get married and have a few kids of their own. She'd be able to manage that, once she was out of service.
"I'll name one of them William," she promised the wooden cross. "For you, because you were….because you are my husband, and I love you. I may not've loved you then, and I was a fool for it, but I love y'now, too late as always, but better late than never, right?"
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this short piece, and thank you for reading! Reviews mean so much to me, and I wish you all lovely days/evenings
Thank you~