i have a habit of commenting on my comments.
amanda- yeah, don't worry. I'm trying not to make it one of those plotless kiss-and-be-happy ones. i want to try make it interesting, so i hope it doesn't go bad somewhere!
yeah. and i don't write like FH Burnett, shes too good. so i have to make do with my sad skills.
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Dickon stared down, into the one face he loved in the world. Smoothing back her flowing hair, now spotted with amber seed drops, he tweaked her nose. Absolutely not thinking at all and acting on impulse, he kissed her.
Then his mind reacted. What was he doing?
"Mary, I'm sorry-" he began, drawing his face away to a hand's length, but was interrupted as her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him back down.
Her mouth curved into a sly smile. "This is why I had to come home!" she whispered joyfully, "I couldn't stand hearing you in letters only!" She kissed him, twining her hands in his long curling hair. Hardly believing his good fortune, Dickon responded to her wholeheartedly.
The garden's silky blossoms rejoiced in the background as the two younglings finally expressed their hidden love.
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"Father!" Colin yelled, dashing into the hall. "Father?"
Martha ran to greet him. "Master Colin!" she cried. "Miss Mary's back from boarding school!"
"What?" the young man asked, energetic as usual. "While I was gone? I was just looking for Dickon, at your mother's house-"
The maid grabbed his coat and handed it to him. "In the garden," she told him, bustling him out the heavy wooden door and down the stone steps.
Smoothing his dark hair out of his eyes as he ran, Colin privately rejoiced. Mary! He hadn't seen his cousin in...how long? Three years? He longed to see her, especially after harboring such strong feelings while she was away.
Walking quietly and neatly through the garden's unlocked door, he trotted past the tidy flowerbeds and bench. Stopping at the pillar, he froze.
Mary and Dickon, sitting against the garden wall and surrounded by spring crocuses, were ardently and passionately kissing. He nearly gasped in indignation at the sight. How could they...? Secretly, he knew his anger stemmed from the part of him who wanted to be doing exactly what Dickon was doing.
Turning on his heel, Colin stormed out of his former haven, now a hateful place.
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Archibald Craven, coming up the walk, intercepted Mary and Dickon on their way to the manor. "Mary!" he exclaimed. "Early as usual. I almost thought you weren't coming back!"
"Not come back?" she cried aloud. "I was absolutely dying to come back!"
Her uncle grimaced. "That awful?" Catching sight of his niece's and Dickon's clasped hands, he raised his dark eyebrows.
Blushing, the two released their fingers but Lord Craven simply shook his head. "I was expecting this, and I do welcome the thought. And stop looking at me like that, Dickon," he added, feigning irritability. "I will not execute you." The boy grinned in relief.
"Now," the man said. "There is one thing i would like to discuss later."
"What?" the two breathed, extremely worried.
"Ah, just a small arrangement," Lord Craven smiled. "You cannot refuse me, because it's already arranged. But," he said cryptically, "I don't think you would refuse it anyway." He tipped his hat and walked away.
"What was that about?" Mary murmured. Dickon shrugged.
"I have no idea."
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The pleased man greeted Martha then stumped over to his office cheerily only to be greeted by an angry son.
"Father!" he yelled, face mottled red.
"What?" Confused, Master Craven sat down in his comfortable chair. "Is there something wrong, Colin?"
The boy supressed a roar. "Mary and Dickon!"
"Oh, yes," his father said calmly. "Wonderful isn't it?" When the boy did not answer, he stressed the phrase. "Wonderful, isn't it?"
Colin fumed. "Are you crazy? A commoner and a lady?"
"Ah, you're just jealous. But, she's your cousin."
"No, I am not!"
Contentedly, Archibald leaned back. "Well, the difference in the superficial conventional status is solved. Today, I have arranged for you, Mary, and Dickon to inherit my lands and fortune equally, to control and live here in a joint effort."
Colin choked back a startled grunt, and stamped his foot. For the first time in years, he was acting like the crippled tantrumous fool he used to be. His father's eyes flashed angrily.
For a man with a disablity, Lord Craven stood up and grasped the young man by the arm with amazing dexterity and speed. "Have you forgotten," he gritted his teeth, "what you owe those two? They saved your life."
The stubborn lad shook his head defiantly. "Not so!"
Dragging him to a chair, the older man slammed his son down. "If not for them, you would be dead or dying, in a bed you would have never left. Alone, miserable, and completely savage, life would not be worth living!" he snapped.
Colin sat silent. Archibald continued his lecture. "Dickon is to be as your brother, with the same rights and entitlements as you. Mary is to be as your sister. Without them, i would not have a son at all. And this is final." Dismissing Colin, he sat once again at his chair.
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Oh my god, whats going to happen next? sarcasm is kicking in! its late and im tired! hahahahahaaaaaa....
amanda- yeah, don't worry. I'm trying not to make it one of those plotless kiss-and-be-happy ones. i want to try make it interesting, so i hope it doesn't go bad somewhere!
yeah. and i don't write like FH Burnett, shes too good. so i have to make do with my sad skills.
~~~~~~~~~~`
Dickon stared down, into the one face he loved in the world. Smoothing back her flowing hair, now spotted with amber seed drops, he tweaked her nose. Absolutely not thinking at all and acting on impulse, he kissed her.
Then his mind reacted. What was he doing?
"Mary, I'm sorry-" he began, drawing his face away to a hand's length, but was interrupted as her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him back down.
Her mouth curved into a sly smile. "This is why I had to come home!" she whispered joyfully, "I couldn't stand hearing you in letters only!" She kissed him, twining her hands in his long curling hair. Hardly believing his good fortune, Dickon responded to her wholeheartedly.
The garden's silky blossoms rejoiced in the background as the two younglings finally expressed their hidden love.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Father!" Colin yelled, dashing into the hall. "Father?"
Martha ran to greet him. "Master Colin!" she cried. "Miss Mary's back from boarding school!"
"What?" the young man asked, energetic as usual. "While I was gone? I was just looking for Dickon, at your mother's house-"
The maid grabbed his coat and handed it to him. "In the garden," she told him, bustling him out the heavy wooden door and down the stone steps.
Smoothing his dark hair out of his eyes as he ran, Colin privately rejoiced. Mary! He hadn't seen his cousin in...how long? Three years? He longed to see her, especially after harboring such strong feelings while she was away.
Walking quietly and neatly through the garden's unlocked door, he trotted past the tidy flowerbeds and bench. Stopping at the pillar, he froze.
Mary and Dickon, sitting against the garden wall and surrounded by spring crocuses, were ardently and passionately kissing. He nearly gasped in indignation at the sight. How could they...? Secretly, he knew his anger stemmed from the part of him who wanted to be doing exactly what Dickon was doing.
Turning on his heel, Colin stormed out of his former haven, now a hateful place.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Archibald Craven, coming up the walk, intercepted Mary and Dickon on their way to the manor. "Mary!" he exclaimed. "Early as usual. I almost thought you weren't coming back!"
"Not come back?" she cried aloud. "I was absolutely dying to come back!"
Her uncle grimaced. "That awful?" Catching sight of his niece's and Dickon's clasped hands, he raised his dark eyebrows.
Blushing, the two released their fingers but Lord Craven simply shook his head. "I was expecting this, and I do welcome the thought. And stop looking at me like that, Dickon," he added, feigning irritability. "I will not execute you." The boy grinned in relief.
"Now," the man said. "There is one thing i would like to discuss later."
"What?" the two breathed, extremely worried.
"Ah, just a small arrangement," Lord Craven smiled. "You cannot refuse me, because it's already arranged. But," he said cryptically, "I don't think you would refuse it anyway." He tipped his hat and walked away.
"What was that about?" Mary murmured. Dickon shrugged.
"I have no idea."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
The pleased man greeted Martha then stumped over to his office cheerily only to be greeted by an angry son.
"Father!" he yelled, face mottled red.
"What?" Confused, Master Craven sat down in his comfortable chair. "Is there something wrong, Colin?"
The boy supressed a roar. "Mary and Dickon!"
"Oh, yes," his father said calmly. "Wonderful isn't it?" When the boy did not answer, he stressed the phrase. "Wonderful, isn't it?"
Colin fumed. "Are you crazy? A commoner and a lady?"
"Ah, you're just jealous. But, she's your cousin."
"No, I am not!"
Contentedly, Archibald leaned back. "Well, the difference in the superficial conventional status is solved. Today, I have arranged for you, Mary, and Dickon to inherit my lands and fortune equally, to control and live here in a joint effort."
Colin choked back a startled grunt, and stamped his foot. For the first time in years, he was acting like the crippled tantrumous fool he used to be. His father's eyes flashed angrily.
For a man with a disablity, Lord Craven stood up and grasped the young man by the arm with amazing dexterity and speed. "Have you forgotten," he gritted his teeth, "what you owe those two? They saved your life."
The stubborn lad shook his head defiantly. "Not so!"
Dragging him to a chair, the older man slammed his son down. "If not for them, you would be dead or dying, in a bed you would have never left. Alone, miserable, and completely savage, life would not be worth living!" he snapped.
Colin sat silent. Archibald continued his lecture. "Dickon is to be as your brother, with the same rights and entitlements as you. Mary is to be as your sister. Without them, i would not have a son at all. And this is final." Dismissing Colin, he sat once again at his chair.
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Oh my god, whats going to happen next? sarcasm is kicking in! its late and im tired! hahahahahaaaaaa....