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@nottheprincess-blog1
Me: Wow, I can’t believe Mary and Matthew are married and have a baby and are so happy forever.
Person: Well, you know at the end of season thre-
Me, louder: WOW, I CAN’T BELIEVE MARY AND MATTHEW ARE MARRIED AND HAVE A BABY AND ARE SO HAPPY FOREVER
@burnsyourhand
hrhmonpetitchou ;;
The princess nabbed a pair of silver, dangling earrings to complete her navy dinner dress. The return to Buckingham Palace had meant a lot of things for Lilibet Windsor: long days on the sunny beaches of Malta (where she stayed during her husband’s naval leave) were replaced with gloomy London fog, and dressing to the nines for any semi-important dinner guest was a must.
The Earl of Grantham had long been a friend to King George VI and only an hour earlier had the king’s firstborn daughter learned of the night’s formal plans. Elizabeth had hastily kicked off her riding boots and scrambled to ready herself for supper.
By the time Lilibet had arrived to the table, the first course was well underway. She caught sight of the queen mother’s disapproving glares (she was a grown woman for heaven’s sake!) and lowered herself into the chair beside the earl’s eldest daughter.
starter for @nottheprincess
Mary could count on one hand the number of times a dinner party made her anxious-- dining with royalty was certainly ranked up there as one of those times. She did her best to hide it, at least she hoped she did, and at least she wasn’t late. Though, she supposed, a princess was never truly late. Still, when the princess sat down beside her, Mary offered a smile and sat up a little straighter-- if it were even possible.
“It’s an honor, your highness, that we received this invitation for dinner.” Mary offered, hoping to ease her nerves somewhat by making some kind of small talk. To dine with the princess wasn’t an everyday occurrence, after all. “I know my father was quite pleased, and it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
themaidenauntsdaughter ;;
@nottheprincess
It was always strange visiting Downton, her memories of the great estate patchy and vague. And yet she had lived at this house in her early years before her mother hand married her dear papa, before she was a sister to identical twin brothers, the pair finally old enough to help decorate the tree without fear of dropping ornaments or grabbing those carefully hung. As much as she loved seeing her family in full, Donk and Granny always doing their best to show affection, the blatant favoritism she received from her Auntie Rosamund, and of course, being surrounded by her dearest friends, Sybbie and George, Amelia Pelham wished to be back at Brancaster. Coming to Downton meant following the strictest of rules, nanny’s watching relentlessly. Yes, there was Nanny Barden at Brancaster, but she at least gave the seven-year-old some freedom, specifically unsupervised time in the library.
It was clear though that the nanny at Downton was overwhelmed with the extra children, Amelia knowing all too well how rambunctious Peter and Patrick could get, especially when snow came, preventing them from playing outside. The oldest child of the Marquess and Marchioness used this moment to her advantage, slipping to the strangely empty library. It was nothing compared to her’s at Brancaster Castle, but never the less, the girl could not say she ever met a library she didn’t enjoy. It took her a few minutes to gain her bearings, Amelia soon enough finding the collection of novels and literature, her fingers skipping down the spines of the books until it landed on one she knew well, Little Women.
She sat uninterrupted for a large amount of time, absorbed in her book. She had not had a chance to read it yet, having eyed it over the past few weeks. She was captivated by the new world these words were crafting, images of characters and scenes forming in her head as vividly as if they were in front of her. It is no surprise to anyone what the girl’s reaction was at being discovered, jumping out of her skin at the sound of her aunt’s voice.
“Aunt Mary!” she yelped, her eyes widening as the tall and elegant woman slide into the room.
Mary had heard everyone arriving from upstairs, and after greeting her sister and Bertie, she wandered into the library where she figured her little niece had wandered off. Though, Marigold wasn’t quite so little anymore, and she looked startled as Mary came into the library. “Hello, darling! I didn’t mean to scare you-- already sneaking away from the madness, I see. No surprise there.” She teased lightly, moving to sit down on the sofa by the fireplace.
Taking a deep breath, she beckoned for Marigold to come closer, wanting to inspect the little lady she’d come to be. “You’ve grown taller, and your hair is longer.” Mary murmured. It was inevitable that children grew-- she saw it every day with her own. George especially, turning into quite the picture of his father, which often made Mary’s heart ache something terrible, but only served to make her cling to her son that much more. The last vestiges of Matthew that she had.
“Just don’t let Donk see you sneaking a book without signing it out-- though he may make the excuse for you.” Mary teased lightly, winking at her niece.
Can you manage without your stick? You are my stick.
☀️
@tcket ;; affection meme ( accepting! )☀ Singing them to sleep.
It started as a gentle humming, and for a moment Mary could ignore the shivering and the way the fever caused her to feel achy. Then the singing started, and she opened her eyes just enough to see that Sybil was still there with her. “You… you should get some rest.” Mary managed, blinking tiredly before closing her eyes fully now, the singing lulling her slowly to sleep. “Darling Sybil…” She didn’t know what she’d done to deserve this kindness, but she wouldn’t question it, not in that moment at least.
tcket ;;
She had been dabbing her sisters forehead with a wet cloth in an attempt to bring down the fever, checking the clock occasionally counting down the time until she would be able to give Mary more medication. The young woman shook her head at her sisters words, breaking from song only for a moment to speak, her voice soft and quiet, “I’ve gone on less sleep than this, don’t you worry about me now.” Once Mary’s eyes shut again Sybil resumed her lullaby, one she recalled her mother singing to the girls whenever they were sick as children and she hoped it brought her sister some sort of small comfort.
Every muscle in her body ached, her head throbbed despite the cool cloth that was pressed against her skin and Sybil’s soothing hums. Mary’s mind wandered for a moment in her delirium, her fingers weakly grasping Sybil’s wrist. “Lavinia-- is she alright?” Mary asked despite the shortness of breath, head lolling to the side as she struggled to look at her sister through heavily-lidded eyes. She couldn’t remember if Lavinia’s fever had ever broken. “She’s... so sweet. So lovely... Matthew deserves her.” She murmured without realizing she’d said it out loud, her hand falling back to the bed as a soft hum left her own lips, her body tensing as she shivered.
lady-sybil ;;
It wasn’t until Mary drooped her shoulders that Sybil realized how much her eldest sister had carried through the years. Mary had made it seem so easy— the way she took on a room full of people with poise and unparalleled collection. Not once did Sybil ever see her shoulders waiver until now, and the sight was more telling than any words could ever be. Listening with quiet concern, she kept her hand upon Mary’s shoulder, offering a soft squeeze in attempt at reassurance. “You’re passionate and firm in your beliefs,” Sybil answered. “Surely you can’t fault yourself for that. I wouldn’t— and I suspect Matthew wouldn’t, either.” She paused, dropping her hand and tilting her head to meet her sister’s gaze. “Mary, whatever this argument is about— it can’t spiral forever. If there’s one thing I know about you, it’s that you always find a way out of the storm.”
Having Sybil there to ground her was a little comforting, but she still did not like that her youngest sister was seeing her like this. Mary had always kept her composure, but this was an entirely different weight... something perhaps she felt comfortable sharing with Sybil given that they were both married. It also helped that Sybil had the softest nature of all of them. “I still fear that he may fault me for it... I fear that he would fault me for a lot, but perhaps I’m just assuming the worst.” Mary muttered, twisting her hands together as she looked over at her sister and smiling a little sadly. “What if I told you that Matthew came into quite a bit of money-- enough money to invest in Downton and save it from ruin?” She asked quietly, needing another opinion on the matter.
noseamonster ;;
her fingers were soothing against his scalp . he was glad that she did not agree entirely , though frowned as she spoke about waiting a little before marrying . he paused && looked at her for a long moment . he didn’t really WANT to wait . after all they had been through , he did not want to WAIT any longer , how could he subject himself to that ? now that mary was willing to marry him . he didn’t want to wait .
his expression SOFTENED as she concluded that they could announce the engagement properly at the garden party within a few weeks . that seemed fair enough . though he ached to not have to wait for the world to know how he felt about her . about his mary . he stared at her as she mentioned the want to elope like thieves . ‘ mary , i don’t think you could ever SACRIFICE a large beautiful wedding for me , ‘ he told her softly . ‘ && that’s alright .’ he looked up at her , running his hand over his face as he thought for a moment about all the ways she made him happy .
ah , YES . matthew gave a sigh && propped himself up before sitting beside her instead . ‘ yes well , i’d rather not give your grandmother a heart attack before the week is out , ‘ he said . ‘ i think i’d rather march across france barefoot instead of bear that HORROR. ‘ he paused && smiled at her . a quick darting look at the mantel clock told matthew that he perhaps had overstayed his welcome . knowing full well that his mother may already be in bed at this time . ‘ perhaps a spare room may be in order . ‘ he told her finally . ‘ though i’d hate to bother carson , i’d much rather just do it myself . ‘ he rubbed his knees && stood up before offering his hand to her .
All she wished to do was sit there and run her fingers through his hair, but Mary knew they shouldn’t. “Matthew... I don’t need a large wedding. I have no doubt it will be beautiful either way, but darling--” She sighed and looked down at him, a fond smile curving her lips. “You should know by now that none of that bothers me anymore. So long as you’re the one at the end of the aisle waiting for me, I wouldn’t care if we got married right this very moment, right in the library.”
Running away with him to marry in secret sounded... well, thrilling, frankly. Goodness, she’d never have thought that a year ago, how things could change. To have his head in her lap, to know that they were engaged... far more than she’d ever considered being engaged to Patrick. This was so different, so wildly different than that. Mary loved him so dearly, that she was willing to give up everything as she knew it if mama’s child were indeed a boy. As Matthew sat up, she dropped her hands into her lap for a moment before chuckling quietly.
Watching him stand, she took his hand and stood as well, squeezing his fingers gently. “I’ll come with you, then.” Mary kissed his cheek lightly before leading him from the library to the front hall, taking one of the lit candles so they could see in the dark hallways. “Let’s get you to bed before you fall asleep on the carpet.” Mary couldn’t help teasing lightly, pulling him along up the stairs and down the hall leading to the bachelor’s wing.
noseamonster ;;
he knew that in many circles the word was DIRTY . it was something that many lawyers avoided at all costs . indeed when he began his work as a solicitor , he was often tasked with divorce cases . women who were obviously broken , who admitted assault that their own husbands carried out but there wasn’t a law within the isles that prevented such a thing . not even for prostitutes . it seemed that the courts ruled unobjectively in the mans favour . which matthew had often declined to help in defence . it was a tricky subject . matthew wished the law would change . he hated seeing women come to him , at the end of their ropes , desperate for help && yet … he couldn’t help them . && here was mary admitting that she had sex with a man against her will .
she had been raped && she didn’t even realise it .
matthew kept quite as mary let herself be drawn into this realisation && interpretation of events . matthew usually marked the act as being TRAUMATIC && scarring && without consent . if it had even one of those things then it was as simple as that . when she came back to him with the words that she let him . he shook his head at that conclusion , raising his hand to stop her . ‘ mary , ‘ he said firmly . ‘ if you had any other choice , if he was not holding a threat above your head , would you have … ‘ the words sounded distasteful in his mouth && he was slightly grateful that he had experience within this in legal terms . ‘ would you have LET him ? ‘
he frowned . ‘ RESENT you ? mary … ‘ he shuffled his weight && let his hand find hers . ‘ have you ever known me to carry a grudge ? ‘ he asked . ‘ do you remember the choicest words && remarks you made towards me when i first arrived at downton ? any one of those comments should have made a normal man resent you . but i forgave you . do you want to know why ? ‘ he paused . ‘ because there is a softness in you . you might not see it . you might not believe it . but i assure you it’s there . ‘
‘ i could NEVER despise you . only LOVE you . ‘
The question should have surprised her, but she felt more disappointed that it didn’t. However, all she could do was look at him and shake her head. “No,” she said adamantly, taking a deep breath and trying to push away the memory of what had happened that night. “Of course I wouldn’t-- I thought...” Mary twisted her fingers together as she tried to calm her knotted stomach. “I had thought I’d made my feelings quite clear when he’d accosted me in the library, I never... I didn’t want...”
Mary found that she couldn’t quite finish, a lump forming in her throat, so she stayed quiet as Matthew spoke again. His words, somehow, soothed away some of her fears that he hated her now. That he’d take back his proposal. Then he was promising that he could only love her, and a quiet sob escaped as she stepped closer, leaning into him as her head fell against his shoulder. “Oh Matthew,” she said, half a sob as she closed her eyes.
It took a moment for her to calm herself enough that she could look up at him again. “You still want to marry me, then? After knowing what you know... I certainly wouldn’t blame you if you said you didn’t. You must know, though, that I do love you.” But if he did still wish to marry her... oh, what did she do to deserve someone like him?
noseamonster ;;
it seemed like DESTINY was trying to keep them apart . like it was trying everything almost inhumanely possible so that matthew could not spend the time with her that he so desperately craved . at first it had been cousin cora && the baby . then it was the war . then it was propriety . or at least their sense of it . matthew had quite frankly enough of the whole BLASTED situation . && his temperament getting the better of him , he allowed himself to steal mary off just for the moment .
he kissed her . holding her close . no doubt robert && cora would notice their absence . but at this moment && time he just needed to be reminded that she was here with him && that she had agreed to be his . for richer or for poorer . hand wrapping around mary’s waist , he knew what she was saying was TRUE && with some heartache pulled his lips away from her collarbone , before giving a sigh . ‘ i suppose you are right . ‘ he stood straighter , fixing his uniform slightly , his hand trailing over her soft cheek slightly .
With the way he was kissing her, she realized just how tired she was of waiting, just how much she wanted to steal off with him like two thieves in the night. Get married without any of the pomp and circumstance-- there was a war on, after all. One he was insistent on fighting in, one he may never come home from. “I hate when you say I’m right,” she teased, keeping her hand on his lapel to hold him close, even though she knew they should be downstairs. “Okay, not entirely true, but in this case, it is.” Mary smiled lightly, leaning close to catch his lips with her own.
The suggestion was right there, right on the tip of her tongue. Run away with me, marry me now. Don’t go off to war and leave me alone. Her heart absolutely ached at the thought of him leaving, perhaps forever. Pulling away, her hand slipped down his chest, fingers fussing with the shiny buttons of his red coat-- he did look so terribly handsome. “I would marry you right this moment if I could.” She murmured, her tone serious as she gazed up at him, her heart drumming against her chest.
@tcket ;; cont’d
“Truthfully, a boy.” Sybil absentmindedly ran a hand over her swollen stomach, offering her sister a smile. “I see how the three of us were- nearly always fighting, I feel a boy would be much easier to care for. Tom’s mother though thinks the baby is going to be a girl, something about how I’m carrying.” The young woman waved her hand as if to dismiss the idea, Sybil had never much been one to believe in old wives tales. “I do have something to ask you though before everyone follows us in.”
Mary couldn’t help but beam at the way Sybil already seemed so motherly, glowing still though she was so far on. Reaching out, she touched Sybil’s hand before giving a quiet laugh at her explaining why she wanted a boy. “We couldn’t have been that terrible, surely. Besides, you’d have to have more than one girl for it to be an issue.” Mary teased, brushing her hands over the skirt of her gown. “Darling, you make that sound terribly ominous. Nothings wrong, is it? Are you quite fine?”
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heircousin ;;
❛ I promise I won’t. Even if you grow tired of me, I don’t think I’ll be able to leave your side. ❜ He sent a sheepish smile her way, serenely tracing patterns on her palm with his thumb. His voice, though quite tranquil, included hints of coyness. ❛ It just my be the talent I’m most proud of, bringing out that side of you. I might get jealous should you decide to share your soft side with the rest of the world. ❜
Mary couldn’t help the faint blush that colored her cheeks, dusting them with light pink as she glanced down for just a moment. “As if I could ever grow tired of you, darling-- though I could think of a few better places for you to be than by my side.” Glancing back up at him, she gave her own coy, teasing look. Matthew certainly brought out the softer side of her, but that wasn’t it-- she felt like they complimented each other so perfectly. “Matthew... I don’t imagine I’ll be sharing it with the rest of the world, more like a select few. My family-- our family, when the time comes.” She murmured, her heart skipping when she mentioned the eventual likelihood of children.
tcket ;;
@nottheprincess
“I like him, Henry.” Sybil gave her sister a sly smile, of course the youngest Crawley still dearly missed Matthew and her heart ached whenever she though of him, she was glad to see her sister becoming at the very least mildly interested in someone new and a race car driver to top it off. Sybil wondered which prospect mortified her father more; Tom’s old profession or Henry’s current one, the thought brought a smile to her lips. The man matched Mary’s fire well and it had been a while since Sybil had seen that certain light in Mary’s eyes that her dear cousin had brought out all those years ago, “And he seems very keen on you.”
Mary gave a soft hm before glancing up at her sister and pursing her lips to hide her own smirk. “He is something, isn’t he.” She said, attempting to be nonchalant about the whole thing, but it was... difficult. Realizing how deeply her feelings for Henry were, and also the both of them accepting that part of her heart would always belong to Matthew. Frankly, the fact that Henry accepted that without question was, to her, possibly one of the most amiable things. “I certainly would hope a suitor would be keen on me-- though I think Henry is a little more than keen. I just... I am glad we were able to discuss why I was so hesitant about entering into any sort of relationship with him after that race accident.”
noseamonster ;;
it was like a TERRIBLE dream . like one that had sparked in the thoughts of a deranged writer who looked for the shock value of his stories . matthew was convinced he had died . he felt nothing . saw nothing , but the black . it was horrible to think . that he may never see his son grow old . or kiss his wife . or see what downton could become . oh how he was convinced he was DEAD . only when he heard sound did his eyes open , seeing his mary standing there , still in her nightdress from earlier . that she had not been discharged yet . throat dry , matthew could do little else but watch her as tears slipped down her cheeks , betraying her usual stoicism just for the moment . he blinked as she sat on the edge of his bed .
fingers reaching out , matthew found her hand , lifting her palm to his mouth where he pressed a kiss against her skin .
Mary wrung her hands together until she reached his bedside, her heart hammering against her chest painfully. George-- their sweet little boy-- was sound asleep in the other room, Matthew’s mother watching over him. With the touch of his hand against hers, and then the tender kiss he placed against her palm, a sob escaped her lips and she couldn’t help leaning over him, her forehead resting against his shoulder. “I was so afraid-- so afraid,” she admitted, one hand moving to clutch at his shirt. “They’d told me there had been an accident... papa was here earlier, they wouldn’t let me see you at first.” Mary was trying to fill the quiet with something, but she needed to hear his voice, as if to reassure her that this truly was real, that he was alive.
Pulling away just the smallest bit, she looked down at him, moving her hand from his shirt to brush her fingers gingerly across his hairline. “Darling... tell me you’re alright-- promise you’ll never do that again.” Mary swore that she would be completely alright with getting rid of that bloody car if that was what it meant.
activity notice/psa:
SO. I live in SW Florida, aka the chosen destination of hurricanes named Irma (that bitch). We’ve done everything we can to prepare, have been stocked on food and water, however I can’t control a) the weather, and 2) the power situation. More than likely, our power is going to go out. For how long? I have no idea. I do know that Comcast has literally hundreds of hotspots in my area, and there are free wifi places all over. SO. I will be doing my very best to keep everyone updated on what’s going on, but as I said, I don’t know what our power situation will be like, meaning updates could be sporadic for the time being. Just know that I love you all and I’ll be around whenever possible after tomorrow!! <333
@noseamonster ;;
Don’t be cross, don’t be cross– Mary had repeated that to herself at least twelve times over before walking into the room where Matthew was recovering from his car crash. However, upon seeing him, frustration felt easier– safer– than showing him how terrified she had been. “You’re afool, Matthew Crawley!” Mary said, the tears already slipping from her eyes and betraying her entirely. “You could have died! You nearly did– and then what?!” She would have been alone, all of that softness that he brought out of her would be gone, and she would have been alone, left to raise their son without a father.
Knowing that he’d be able to tell her frustration was simply fear, Mary sat at the edge of his bed and shook her head once, wiping the tears from her face. “Don’t you ever do that to me again– I cannot lose you.”
