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“Promise me you will never cut your hair, Danny. The thought does upset me so,” abruptly uttered Rebecca; her wide green eyes stern, familiarly unbending. Alike the sea, Mrs. Danvers mused, ancient and young all at once. “I promise, darling girl. I promise.”
no pride month without a little danbecca 🏳️🌈
Rebecca, dancing with Mrs. Danvers at a masquerade ball.
Mrs. Danvers standing cliffside. A shadow nearly veiled by the mist. Her voice, haunting. Once beautiful. She sings to the sea : to HER. Songs Rebecca always requested when her hair was brushed.
Danny marrying Rebecca in secret. Lavish gardens, pale moonlight. Rebecca claiming to be “Mrs. Danvers” for her appointment wasn’t just a fraudulent identity. It IS her. She IS and HAS been a Mrs. Danvers. The body they recover from the sea is NOT wearing the wedding band Maxim got her. Instead, it belongs to another.
To HER.
Jasper, young. Tongue lolling, eyes bright. Eagerly bounding through the gardens of Manderley. Black fur flecked by sunlight. Rebecca on a picnic with Danny. She’s as beautiful as ever. The violet ribbon from a wide - brimmed hat trailing down her spine. Gown dipped, unveiling porcelain shoulders. The contour of her clavicles.
Siren!Rebecca, Danny leaning over the edge of the ship; close, low, intimate.
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