Sorry for the delay, school takes all my free time now.
I decided to write a drabble for myself as a birthday treat. I don't like it much but anyway *sigh*
Twenty Five
August is upon Downton Abbey and Elsie couldn't be more glad for the unbearable hot weather.
She has never liked the stifling humidity of Yorkshire, she very much prefers cool Scottish summers... however she gratefully wipes her forehead with her handkerchief, hiding a smile.
The heat is more bearable now she knows he will be coming home soon.
His last letter to her has announced his forthcoming arrival within a week. Just a week.
Seven days are nothing compared to the twenty years they both waited to be together, yet she knows they are going to be a torture.
It's odd how they were proceeding so slowly towards one another, like they had all the time in the world to reach the other... now however it's as if someone has slapped them in the face, waking them from their trance.
Maybe it's a side effect of crossing the barrier of property, she thinks - it must have backfired on them both, rendering them so eager to meet again they can barely contain their excitement.
She knows he looks forward to coming home and this time she knows it isn't only because he wants to set things right before the arrival of the family, or because he is fiercely devoted to the house. This time she knows she plays a role in his decision to come back early.
She can't wait to see him again, be in his arms and smell his cologne.
Their relationship reminds her of the sea, powerful and unpredictable.
For twenty years they have been waves that gently lapped the sandy beach: sometimes they moved in unison, sometimes they fought violently against the other.
But now their waves have grown mighty and fierce, their tongues of water are entwined, they make their way to the sand together.
Yeah, I was supposed to make their detachment last a little longer but I have a heart too, you know.