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francis halliday. nineteen & second son. ❛ The adrenaline & stress of an adventure are better than a thousand peaceful days. ❜

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It was nearly sunset and still Charles was nowhere to be found. 

The intelligence Henry gathered, when compiled, amounted to this: Charles had set off that morning (Atticus’s contribution, the ever-early riser) to find a suitable location for painting (Emma’s supposition) and had simply lost track of time (the general consensus between Duncan and Henry himself). Still, as the sun sunk lower in the sky, painting the light with its streaky golds and pinks, Henry’s anxiety mounted. Where could his friend be? Stuck on the moors, horseless, defenseless? With mounting trepidation, he decided to seek Charles out himself, and with Horatio by his side, left Mont Blanc just as dusk began to settle over the English countryside.

Heading into the woods, he called Charles’s name, yelled his own, shouted various insults and threats and proclamations of love– all, in short, that he could say that might reach the ears of his beloved friend. But Charles was nowhere to be found, and Henry found himself stumbling deeper into the moors, humming thoughtfully to himself.

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Francis had a habit (a bad one, if his sister’s reactions were any indication) of losing track of time when absorbed in his most common state nowadays -- agitation. Perhaps it was due to a reluctance to return to the routine of Halliday Lodge, to the family who continued to tiptoe on eggshells around him; or perhaps it was for the solitude he’d never truly wanted, but that provided a distraction. He’d never really taken time to think beyond the superficial trials of his life; that is, not until the past several months. 

In either case, he’d managed to waste away the hours wandering the moors, and finally resting beneath a rare bit of shade. He hadn’t realized he’d drifted off to sleep until he was startled awake by distant yelling, which he attempted to dismiss, until the sound drifted closer. Quiet, but enough to make him look up and realize the lateness of the hour with a great deal less panic than he thought would be appropriate. 

He stood, still a bit dazed, when his eyes settled on a man -- going the opposite direction from town? Francis approached him, slowly, “That is a lovely tune, sir! But I wonder at anyone else being out and about, here, at this time of day. I don’t suppose you’re lost?”

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I. Camilla and Francis were once the most well known troublemakers in the Hastings-Halliday family.

They didn’t mean for that to become their reputation at a young age – it simply came from Francis’ need for amusements and his way of sweet-talking Camilla into being his partner in crime (which she did, with only slight reluctant as time went on). It began as harmless little things, such as breaking china dishes and vases while playing inside the Lodge, but quickly escalated to adding salt instead of sugar to baked goods for guests in the kitchens, to stealing papers from Jonathan’s desk and scattering them around the house, to their most notable before they could be stopped: letting the horses out of the stables, and letting them wander free around the grounds. Needless to say, they were caught and their pranks were put a stop to – at least, their more obvious ones.

II. Francis and Camilla would spend hours playing make-believe games based on their favorite adventure novels.

Francis saw most of the world around him as dull – well, at least, when compared to his novels featuring dashing heroes, swordsmen, dragons, damsels, seafaring adventures. Growing up as the second son, he really had no obligations, so often after reading a novel and gushing about it to Camilla, the two would create their own stories, make believe games, based on their favorite ones. Francis would declare himself the hero, while Camilla would play almost every single other part; but, it was a way to pass the time that often extended to both of their homes and all of the grounds. While they could occasionally convince the other Hastings-Halliday children to join their games, this did not happen often, nor did Francis really enjoy including them, for the simple reason that Camilla was much more fun.

III. Camilla was the first person Francis told about his dreams for the future.

Francis absolutely adores Camilla, and he considers her his closest friend and confidant. The two may as well be siblings, which Francis often wishes was the case; for while Helen is his sister, she is more a motherly figure, while Camilla feels to him more like an equal, a sister. So, naturally, the first person Francis turned to while struggling with his ambitions was Camilla. There was a time he seriously considered running away to join the Navy, to leave his family completely behind – and the only person he even thought to tell, the only one who would need to know, was Camilla. Most of the reason he did not go through with that plan was that he knew it would hurt her, and he would miss her considerably.

IV. Though they see each other often, Francis and Camilla write each other frequently.

Another habit carried over from their slightly younger years was a code the two had developed, one only they knew. It was mainly based off of literary references, or references to jokes they had and games they played, but which enabled them to talk to each other in complete confidence from a distance. While they no longer write letters entirely in code, Francis enjoys slipping several phrases of their code into each of his letters to her. Especially those concerning gossip, his affections, or family drama that really should have stayed private, but that Francis could not resist sharing with her.

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“So the main ballroom needs to be redecorated, along with the main dining room. I was also thinking of redoing the second floor drawing room to match but I would have to run that past Matthew first. It will be expensive but worth it. What do you think?” 

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Francis straightened his posture to offer the appearance of well-discerning taste. “I agree, it will be well worth it. I do believe a freshening up of the atmosphere is in order,” Hurriedly adding, “That is not to say they are not handsome rooms already, of course! It would provide a wonderfully fashionable new space for a ball, perhaps?”

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“Yes, of course, I am listening.” The young woman said as she turned her head towards the direction of the person who was talking to her. “Just this book that I have been reading… Very hard to put it down. It is such a page turner something is always going on on each page.”

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His momentary pause and question brought along a flush of embarrassment, for he hadn’t taken into account the Lady’s reading as he continued on. He quickly covered it with a grin, as in his mind, her excuse was a perfectly valid one.  Reading always provided an escape for him -- well, the most exciting novels, of course — and the prospect of a new page turner was an undeniable source of enthusiasm. “Oh! That is quite understandable. What is the subject? Is it one of the new adventure types? Those are my favorite, I must admit, but I suppose I do have an appreciation for others.”

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There was nothing Imogen loved more than a sunny day spent out on the moors, and, luckily for her, the weather was becoming more and more agreeable by the day. She’d made her way out from the Grange early, hoping to find a comfortable spot by mid-morning to stop and spend some time with her thoughts. She’d brought her notebook with her, hoping to write something during the day, and she was so lost in the attempt to untangle her jumbled thoughts that she nearly walked into the other person on the path. “Oh! I’m terribly sorry. I should have been paying more attention to where I was going.”

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An increase in favorable weather was incredibly liberating -- after what seemed an eternity stuck inside the Lodge, it was a relief to the young man to be offered an escape. To be able to flee to an outdoor sanctuary was his overwhelming desire, and thus became the order of the day. Francis made his way down the crossroads path to the moors with a jogging pace -- for he always had the need to move quickly, mindless of the hazard to others. Which happened to be the case as he dug his heels into the rough dirt of the path to avoid running into the woman -- Imogen! What an occasion. 

“Do not worry yourself over it, my dear cousin. I’m afraid my mind was quite otherwise occupied. A lovely day to be out and about, is it not?”

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“While I share your sentiments and would feel awful should we miss something, I must ask that you keep a slow enough pace for me to maintain also. I am far daintier than you and my legs won’t carry me nearly as quickly as your remarkable strides do you.”

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“Oh! Of course, Miss Danceny! I apologize,” Francis did slow his pace, but tripped over his own feet due to the sudden loss in momentum; regaining his balance after a moment. “-- I, ah, often forget such things; a fault, perhaps, but hopefully not one too disagreeable.” He quickly altered the subject to hide his embarrassment. “I am glad you share my sentiments! I do believe that there is excitement to be found in the everyday, but -- what dull lives we would lead without pursuing excitement every so often, don’t you think?”

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( task: a letter )

My dearest sister, Helen,

  The reason for this letter may be peculiar to you -- as we reside in the same household, it is not necessary to handwrite my thoughts for you, for I could enter any room and speak my mind directly to you, and you would be obliged to listen. However, there are some matters which prove difficult to address in person, and ones I have purposefully avoided due to unsettling reactions.    As I am sure you are able to discern (for I would never doubt your immeasurable wit, Helen), this letter is to plead for your support in my future endeavors. It is exceedingly painful to me to lack your confidence in my ambitions for the Navy -- for I had been under the impression that if I had been given any, it would have come from you; much to my surprise, I have begun to discover it from different sources.   This is by no means an affront to you, let me make that abundantly clear. I care for you very dearly, as you have been both a sister and a mother to me all my life, and that will never change. I promise you, I do not hold a grudge against you, nor our father, or our brother.    But I can no longer refrain from expressing to you most urgently, Helen, that a commission in the Royal Navy is the life for which I am destined, a fact I know from the very core of my being, and have for some time -- it is adventure, it is discovery, it is serving my country, it is my chance to acquire the character of a gentleman I have always wished to be, one so contrasting to my own imperfect self. I will not, I could not be able to pursue this, however, with the knowledge that you do not fully wish for my decision, for I place great stock in your notable and well-informed conclusions.    Therefore, I am able to bear remaining in Dunchester for the season and I am quite determined to win over your good opinion, no matter what that may entail; I am sure I would be able to undertake any challenge you gave me. And I am cheered by the ability to further enjoy the company of yourself, our family, and friends, and at the present, it is as close to contentment as is possible. Close, but not the ideal is, I believe, the cause of a restless mind, and I cannot live that way for eternity -- for one day, I fear I would no longer be myself.    And what a dreadful bore that would be!

Yours,

        Francis

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“In that case,” Robert said as he stood, leaning his weight on his cane. “You might be best served to walk out ahead of me. I’ll catch up to you in due course.”

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Francis hesitated, weighing his dedication to a friendship to the potential excitement; a quick exhale marking his decision. “No – no, Colonel,” He turned sharply and took the few steps back, “What fun will the journey be without such an agreeable companion? I would quickly tire of speaking to myself, as I’m sure you could imagine.” A bit of mischief played in his grin, “Did you believe I would so readily give up on you? No, we shall make due with a bit of persistence. I will see to it we do not miss anything.”  

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“It’s because you’re holding the reigns too tightly, Francis.” Camilla grinned in return, her cheeks flushed. “If you are so inclined, shall we return to Halliday Lodge?”

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“Am I?” His eyes darted to the reins, widening with the realization, and tried to relax his hold. “...Ah! I suppose it must be quite tiring for a master to constantly watch over an amateur? But I daresay I am getting better!” Truthfully, he would not have been surprised if he fell off of the beast right there; riding had never been a strong suit. “That is an agreeable plan!” Adding with a secretive grin, “Though if you are prepared for an adventure, I have discovered an alternate route to return by.” 

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Jane lifted her hand over her eyes and decrease the sunlight blinding her vision. “I can’t see why we shouldn’t. It could be important.” 

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“Who do you suppose it could be? Perhaps a family new to the neighborhood, but that is too typical an idea for my taste.” He rubbed his hands together, searching for a greater idea as he continued slowly down the path, but to no avail. “I do not know about you, Lady Jane, but now I believe I’ll be rather disappointed upon seeing this new party. No-one could prove as exciting as we’d wish them to be.”

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The yellowed page of the books and books I’d forgotten that I had These paperbacks they know their age they smell of weight and time that’s resting warm The opened box beside the endless box parade that haunts my house Is fit to split with photographs that tell the wanderlust of years smashed on to years When all this actual life played out Where the hell on Earth was I? I rack my brains but it won’t come