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“He was nowhere near me, Sybil—they tackled him before he could get to me, and he was a terrible shot.” Charles recounted calmly, unfazed by the assassination attempt just that day. He was used to this sort of thing, and even when it was happening, he didn’t feel the slightest hint of fear—not because he considered himself to be particularly brave, but he supposed it was just a subconscious reaction from years of not showing his emotions. “It’s really nothing to be worried about, honestly. I’m fine.” he reassured his wife again, laying his hand over hers.

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The woman was already furious, and her husbands relaxed manner towards the incident only angered her further. “Just because the man didn't get to you Charles, doesn't mean he wasn't close.” Sybil had spent the day pacing after seeing the news, and even now she continued to do so. playing with the ring on her finger. She stopped all movements though once she felt her husbands hand on her own and the woman took in a deep breath before she turned her gaze on the man. “You may not have been scared, but I was terrified. And I had to find out through the news of all things.”

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Okay guys, so I feel a need to explain my absence from this blog for the last few months.

Back in September I found out I was pregnant for the fifth (5th) time, all my previous ones have sadly resulted in first term loss, but unlike the others this one came with all the symptoms and my hormone levels were rising like they should have been.

When November came around I began bleeding and was in and out of the hospital for a week until one night I began hemorrhaging (seriously, my bathroom looked like a murder scene). I spent the night in the hospital, lost a lot of blood going through a ridiculous amount of blankets, pants, pads and yes, diapers. Even having to be picked up off the bathroom floor by my nurse at one point. I needed three (3) blood transfusions but agreed to two (2). And even for the week afterwards returning from the hospital I was still in and out.

With the physical strain and then the postpartum from having gone through possibly my most traumatic baby loss experience, and facing possible infertility, I decided to take a break from all my blogs

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“Do you think you can fix it?”

“Do you think…” meme [x]

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Sybil’s question brought a smile that seemed to dance in the Irishman’s hues. Stuffing a hand in his pocket, Tom walked around the car that had left them stranded along the road. If his darling love’s grandmother could see them now, she probably would blame the ‘newfangled contraption’ for their predicament. Tom, however, saw this as just a minor stumble that was necessary in order to move forward in the growing changes of their world. “I’ll have her up an’ running before long,” he answered, lifting his gaze to meet Sybil’s. “I don’t suppose these clothes will take kindly to a bit of grease on the collars, but I’ll change when we get home.” A soft, half-smile graced his features as he gestured to the apparel he would have worn to dinner that night. “Will you help me look for some tools in the back of the car?” he asked, pulling off his jacket. 

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"Poor Nanny, she'd have her hands completely full." Sybil couldn't help but hide the smile on her face, between the two couples she was sure Downton’s halls would be filled in no time with the sounds of giggling children. “You had to admit that Papa has come around quite a bit, even more so since Sybbie’s been born.” She let her head roll to the side as she watched him work, it was one of her favorite pastimes and it brought her a nice distraction from her family. Letting out a soft chuckle, Sybil moved so she was facing the way they had come from. “I was terrible at it too, we would play it sometimes as children with our cousin, Patrick. If anything your lack of skill will only prove we’re a perfect match, besides, I will be cheering for you no matter what.”

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Sybil: This is ridiculous, why don’t you just ask Matthew to take off for the evening so we can have some alone time?

Tom: Because we have a weird co-dependent relationship and I’m scared of hurting his feelings.

[notarevolutionary-blog1]

“Do you think you can fix it?”

“Do you think…” meme [x]

@tcket // Thanks so much for sending this in! :)

Sybil’s question brought a smile that seemed to dance in the Irishman’s hues. Stuffing a hand in his pocket, Tom walked around the car that had left them stranded along the road. If his darling love’s grandmother could see them now, she probably would blame the ‘newfangled contraption’ for their predicament. Tom, however, saw this as just a minor stumble that was necessary in order to move forward in the growing changes of their world. “I’ll have her up an’ running before long,” he answered, lifting his gaze to meet Sybil’s. “I don’t suppose these clothes will take kindly to a bit of grease on the collars, but I’ll change when we get home.” A soft, half-smile graced his features as he gestured to the apparel he would have worn to dinner that night. “Will you help me look for some tools in the back of the car?” he asked, pulling off his jacket. 

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Sybil let out a soft chuckle at the mans words, coming to carefully lean against the car beside him and watch as he worked. Unlike her husband the young woman moved with more caution, her years spent as a highborn Lady shining through. “Last time you said you’d be careful I ended up pregnant,” She playfully reminded him before her expression changed into one of seriousness. “I hope they have one soon, after everything the two have of them have been through over the years and now they’re finally together and Matthew’s making Mary a better woman and he’s changed so much himself. And I’m sure Sybbie wouldn’t mind a playmate.” Her thoughts lingered on her sister and brother-in-law a moment more before snapping back to reality at the sound of Tom’s voice, to which she smiled. Of course she had know, her father had asked her to convince him to play, Sybil though had pretended not to listen to her father, telling him that ‘Tom would so as he pleased.’. Smiling, she ran a hand through his hair affectionately. “It’s nice to see he’s beginning to acknowledge you as part of the family, he wouldn’t have asked you if he didn’t. Will you play?”

[notarevolutionary-blog1]

“Do you think you can fix it?”

“Do you think…” meme [x]

@tcket // Thanks so much for sending this in! :)

Sybil’s question brought a smile that seemed to dance in the Irishman’s hues. Stuffing a hand in his pocket, Tom walked around the car that had left them stranded along the road. If his darling love’s grandmother could see them now, she probably would blame the ‘newfangled contraption’ for their predicament. Tom, however, saw this as just a minor stumble that was necessary in order to move forward in the growing changes of their world. “I’ll have her up an’ running before long,” he answered, lifting his gaze to meet Sybil’s. “I don’t suppose these clothes will take kindly to a bit of grease on the collars, but I’ll change when we get home.” A soft, half-smile graced his features as he gestured to the apparel he would have worn to dinner that night. “Will you help me look for some tools in the back of the car?” he asked, pulling off his jacket. 

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Sybil moved over to the drivers seat and lent over the door watching her husband curiously, in truth she had no idea what to do when the car broke down despite the numerous times Tom had shown her or she had simply sat by and watched him work, unlike her husband the woman was a nurse not a mechanic. “I wouldn’t dare let Papa see you all greased up,” She flashed the Irishman a bright smile, at his request though the youngest Crawley quickly scrambled out of the motor and around to the trunk of the car. “Will these do?” Sybil asked after a moment of searching, lifting up the toolbox for Tom to see. “I hope Mary and Matthew won’t mind keeping an eye on Sibbie for a little while longer, and that Papa won’t send out a search party.”

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@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.

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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 shoo 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. 

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❝ You’re glowing. ❞

@tcket ;; pregnancy starters ( accepting! )

        Mary turned her head at the sound of her sister’s voice, unable to stop the smile from curving her lips as her hands smoothed over the swell of her belly. Even though she still had several more months to go, she felt as though she was already the size of a house. “Thank you, darling. Though I daresay I hardly feel like I’m glowing– I’m just glad I can eat again without feeling like I’m going to be ill ten minutes later.” She chuckled, reaching for her sister’s hand and giving it a squeeze.

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“I won’t deny it, but it doesn’t make my words any less true. Motherhood suits you Mary, very much so.” Sybil grabbed her sisters free hand and gave it a light squeeze. She eyed her sibling admiringly, her heart swelling at the sight of Mary rubbing her growing midsection. 

 Mary’s pregnancy had been something Sybil had wished for her sister since her own, she had known the hardships the couple had faced with conception and her fathers growing annoyance (and slight understanding) at the lack of an heir despite it still having been early in their marriage. But when her sister and brother-in-law had announced they were finally expecting Sybil had found herself tearing up. 

 Chuckling, the woman shook her head and brought her hand back to rest in her lap. “Boy’s names were the hardest for us, it took months to settle on one. Picking a girls name was much easier, Tom had been set on ‘Sybil’ from the start, you should have heard the bickering about that one until I finally gave up. Have you thought about after Matthews father if the baby is a boy?”

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"I wouldn't dare out you to my family, so long as you return the favor.” Sybil grinned at the man playfully. In truth the young woman did feel a bit guilty for confiding in Matthew rather than her sisters, mother and even grandmother but she knew she would get no where with any of them- maybe her grandmother but the fear is what kept Sybil from going to her. 

“Tom’s told me that it comes down to whether or not I love him and that the rest is just detail and he is right, that’s all that matters. But I doubt I would ever be welcomed back to Downton if I accepted him, Papa would surely shut me out of the family as for Mama I think she would see reason maybe not fully accept it right away but in time I’m sure and Granny,” Sybil took a breath, “Well I think we both know she would find the idea amusing.” 

The youngest Crawley couldn’t hide the fact that she was between a rock and a hard place, it was becoming increasingly evident that she had feelings for the chauffeur and she knew Mary was beginning to notice the passing glances between them. Perhaps it was the fear that Mary , or perhaps even Edith would out her that caused Sybil to finally confide in someone or it was the simple fact that she trusted Matthew maybe even more than her own siblings. Sybil found she had more in common with Matthew, and had bonded with him even more during the war and after when she was his nurse. 

“I think Tom and I would be a force to be reckoned with, us against the world.” She smiled softly at the thought, feeling a slight blush creep into her cheeks. “Not many men have caught my interest, and the ones that have been keen on me are still boys. We see the world in the same way and he has dreams to be more than just a chauffeur, to make an honest living outside of being a servant. He has a plan for us.” 

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@adearlittlething

"Darling?" Sybil gently knocked on her nieces door, announcing her presence before turning the doorknob and entering the room. When Sybil’s youngest had asked after her cousin, Edith had informed the family that Marigold was holed up in her bedroom and Sybil, thinking it could possibly be a bug her dear niece had caught, sought to make sure the girl was comfortable. “Are you alright? Why are you hiding up here all alone?”

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Carefully she sat back down, adjusting the pillow behind her back as she did so. Although she never regretted her decision to marry Tom and leave her aristocratic life behind, there were still times where Sybil would always be the Crawley she had been raised to be and she would feel torn, moments like this were a prime example. Her wedding had been Catholic and she had attended many masses while she lived in Ireland, it seemed that while she wouldn’t dream of converting, her life had become a Catholic one. 

“She’s already been given so much from the simple fact that I’m her mother, a status, wealth, possibly anything she could want in life, she’s even been given my name.” The young woman chuckled softly, it was a fight on what they were going to name the babe for months and in the end-and because she was tried of fighting, Sybil had given into her husbands wishes and agreed to name their daughter after herself. “Tom and I have talked it over quite a bit before we left Ireland, and even more now that we can’t return. I sometimes think he expects me to move backwards after all we’ve done to move forward together in life, but I do want her to be baptized as a Catholic, not for Tom or myself but for her.”

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"Well it should be a relief for you to know you can get rid of them when you become Earl.” Sybil flashed her cousin a playful wink as she gripped the man tighter. 

She couldn’t help the roll of her eyes at Matthews insistence, but he was the only one who had known Sybil returned Tom’s feelings and the only one Sybil had found it easy to talk to about the subject with. “I’ve accepted his proposal,” She was grateful it seemed her sisters had kept the young couples little escapade a secret between the three of them. “I think I’m going to ask him to dinner, so we can tell everyone at once.”

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@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.”

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Sybil wrapped her right arm around his back and tightened his grip, with her left hand grabbed hold of his arm waiting for him to be ready. “The rug has been here since my grandfather was a boy I believe, I’m honestly surprised it’s not in worse shape.”

Now it was her turn to let out a sign, “Rather complicated truthfully, I have given him my answer though. But we’re not talking about Tom and I right now, we’re focusing on getting you walking.”

[thegreatestkingweveeverhad]

“As you wish to tell me, I doubt I have any choice in the matter.”

For much of his life, he had been used to people feigning interest in what he had to say in order to get onto his good side. The Prince of Wales had few friends, and even fewer confidantes—it was impossible to acquire any with the army of sycophants by which he was surrounded. So, naturally, when the Earl of Grantham’s daughter expressed her apparent disinterest in his story about his gardening, Charles lifted an eyebrow. “Am I boring you, Lady Sybil?”

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“Papa never really joined us, or rather me. Sometimes I think he forgets the world is changing around him, he seems to fear it.” She turned to look back at the man with a soft smile, chuckling softly at the image in her head of the King climbing tree’s in his youth. “I’ve talked, and yelled, and scolded. I’ve even asked my Granny’s gardener to give me a few pointers but still nothing. I’m afraid I have given up all hope on taking care of any sort of plant.”

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❝ What are you hoping for? ❞

@nottheprincess

“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.”

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Starter Call

Gonna leave this here while I hop into drafts for a bit. Verse and length will vary.