Sybil and Tom's Alphabet Soup
Disclaimer: I don't own Downton Abbey.
So, I probably shouldn't be starting another multi – chapter story, but as this one is supposed to be just drabbles, I think I can make it work.
And Alphabet themed fanfictions seem quite popular on this site for various fandoms and ships, but I haven't seen any done for Tybil, so I decided to try it.
Admit (Set during 2 x 6)
Mary had been speaking about her fiancé, Sir Richard, and Edith snapped back, wishing Mary wouldn't boast when neither she nor Sybil had even an offer of marriage yet.
Ordinarily, Sybil would calm Mary's frustrations and soothed Edith's anxiety, as she disliked seeing them at odds. But her mind focused on Edith's last comment. Because Sybil had received an offer.
She'd received more than one offer of marriage from Branson, their Irish chauffer.
Sybil had dismissed it every time, not wanting to think of the consequences of making such a choice. Besides, Branson was a friend. She didn't daydream about kissing him or feel anything the romantic poets described.
And yet, Sybil found herself unable to stop thinking of him. He was the only person who took her dreams seriously, and in return she listened to his dreams of a socialism and Irish independence.
But tonight, as Mary and Edith continued to bicker, Sybil knew she didn't want another offer. She only wanted Branson. She was in love with Tom Branson.
Now what should she do? Accepting his proposal was still something Sybil refused to think, but she would visit him in the garage. She was daydreaming about a lot of things now.