love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove. o no, it is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wand'ring bark, whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come; love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Stepping outside to pick up the paper, Meredith couldn’t help but smile to herself as she noticed her own name beneath an article in the corner of the front page. Looking up she chuckles as she notices another standing nearby, “I haven’t quite reached the headliner stories yet, but I suppose one must appreciate the small triumphs,” she sighed, her pride short-lived as her eyes grazed the name of headlining journalist with envy. “Ambition is such a fickle thing– the very moment I achieve a dream, I become hungry for the next.”
jane couldn’t help but be in awe of meredith, the other guest of the irwin’s. from what jane had heard so far, she had lived quite the life. it made jane’s feel insignificant almost; after all, she had never traveled beyond the east coast, and she couldn’t imagine having a career as a writer. it seemed terribly exciting, honestly. “i should thinking being published at all is a triumph,” jane replied, knowing how difficult it must be to be a female journalist. surely it wasn’t the most welcoming field. “what are you working on next?”
the irwin household had never held an affinity for silence. an impossibility, silence felt at times, when the exuberance of so many a girl was present within, especially in the years of their younger times. the years in which anything seemed reality, heads filled with happier times. as of the past few years, elements of that had started to slip away a little, though she refused to let them go entirely, values of joy and conscious naivety sticking stubborn to her heart. they would never turn away someone from joining their ranks, though the bond of sisters was always the core of their household, and jane had always been a pleasing addition, quiet as she might’ve seemed at times. it was refreshing, in a sense, to have the company of her around, more introverted than the typically extroverted nature of her family around one another. it put a smile on her face to see the other, a welcome nod springing light at the given query. “i would find it most dire to be stuck inside indeed- you are most correct! besides, i imagine there is a greater muse for mending amongst the beauty of nature, than inside” she spoke, words pealing from her in conversation. “why, of course- i’d never refuse your company, the more the merrier,”.
growing up, jane had longed for a sister and that ache had only grown when she visited the irwins. she envied their closeness, and the wonderful chaos that existed in their home. she loved her own parents and her old home dearly, but she couldn’t stand to return to it’s silence after leaving the irwin’s home. jane also missed the bond the five girls shared; she had never experienced that with someone else. though, she appreciated that they included her when she was around. she was quiet, but that hadn’t always been a bad thing. together, the others were loud, and that in turn had brought jane out of her own shell rather quickly. she couldn’t help but agree with marianne. “i worry there isn’t any muse, though. i shall probably spend most of the day taking in the nature here. it’s so lovely out,” jane smiled, taking a seat beside the youngest irwin on the ground. “thank you.”
( maya hawke, she/her ) You saw them through the window, and your sure it was [ JANE WILSON ]. They are [ TWENTY-FOUR ] and are [ UNMARRIED ]. Currently, they are staying at the [ IRWIN ] house. They are known to be [ INTELLIGENT ] & [ CAUTIOUS ]. They are staying at the house because [ HER FAMILY FELL ON HARD TIMES, SO SHE’S STAYING WITH FAMILY FRIENDS, THE IRWINS ].
hey friends ! i’m brooke, and i’m going to be playing jane wilson & freddie valence ! i’m super excited to write with you all. if you have any questions or want to plot, feel free to send me a message !
jane wilson was born to henry and katherine wilson on august 30th, 1837. the two had tried for children for many years, so they were very happy to have jane. they weren’t a rich family per say, but they did come from old money, and were well off enough that henry didn’t really have to work.
family friends to the irwins, they would visited them often throughout jane’s childhood. as an only child, she loved going to the irwin’s house because it was always loud and chaotic.
jane herself tends to be more on the introverted side. she’s intelligent, and resourceful, but not always great at socializing with people she doesn’t know. once she’s comfortable around you, though, she can be a bit more outgoing.
unbeknownst to jane or her mother, henry has racked up quite a bit of debt over the years from gambling. neither jane nor katherine truly knew how bad it was, though, until the bank seized their home. with very few options, henry and katherine decided to send jane to live with the irwin’s, while they themselves would rent a tiny flat in richmond while henry looks for a job.
jane isn’t vocal about her reasons for moving in with the irwin’s. the family knows, of course, but jane wouldn’t publicize her family’s financial situation to anyone else right now.
a good marriage would help her family, but jane thinks it’s so crass. she doesn’t want to marry a rich man for his money; after all, that would lead to quite a bit of resentment and discomfort. besides, she’s not exactly the best at attracting interest. but, she does know that she also has no right to be picky right now. if a man proposed, she wouldn’t be able to say no.
over all, jane is clever and pragmatic. she’s a realist who doesn’t spend time dreaming for things that will never work out for her. books are a comfort, and she can usually be found with one in hand. she plays the piano, and cannot sing to save her life.
fingers stirred with a yearning across the fresh texture of the grass absent-mindedly, lazy smile flickering bright across the rose-tinted porcelain features of the woman. the day an idyllic sort, it felt difficult to be expected to concentrate at all, thankful at least that her days of schooling were long behind her. learning had been all well and good, but frightfully stuffy to sit in the small room for so long a period of hours. no, she always felt more comfortable in the constant bursts of fresh air that the out of doors life provided for her, whimsical amongst the flowers. however, there was some level of work still be done, one that she would pursue gladly, other hand moving to prop up her paper, the indulgence of creative arts always a pleasure. a scrunch of her nose small as she concentrated, another distraction soon however, came sailing in, head tilting up to notice someone walking near. “if only the weather would be so fine as this each day, i should wish i never had purpose to do anything- it’s absolutely capital!” merry voice called out, effigy of youth brimming from within.
jane often had a hard time remembering that marianne was only a year younger than her. the girl was so spirited; honestly, all of the irwins were. being an only child, jane found pleasure in that. her own home had been so quiet and solemn growing up, and she had longed for the days when she could visit with the irwin girls. that was part of the reason why she had gone to stay with them happily when her parents had asked; the other being that she would never complain about her living arrangements when her parents were in such a precarious situation. basket hooked around her elbow, jane shielded her face from the sun and offered the youngest irwin a smile. “it certainly is a fine day,” she agreed. “most pleasant. i found i could hardly sit inside when i can mend things just as easily out here. mind if i join you?” she asked, gesturing to the ground beside the girl.
