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Made a new Edith

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Death Was Only The Begining || Edith & Thomas

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“It wasn’t like that Edith please! You must believe me. You were different, you were so very different from the plan. You must believe me Edith. That day, that day when you invited us for tea, that was the day when I realized things could be different. I wanted to be different”, he said as he looked down. She must have thought him a liar now. There was tremendous guilt in him over what he’d done. If only she could see.

He pursed his lips together as she spoke. He had been honest he had bared no ill will towards her. He couldn’t have as he’d developed feelings for her. He’d wanted if anything to change things. He knew Lucille would never accept the change in plans but he’d had hopes she would see reason to it. Had he not this great need, this responsibility to care for her and tend to her things would have been different.

He noted the way she continued to further the distance between each other and he took a step forward. “Edith you must listen to me. I know what happened was wrong, was despicable and horrendous but I truly did love you. I wanted nothing more then to have you as the lady of the house. To open the mines and restore Cloud Top to it’s former glory”, he pleaded yet was silenced by her retort about the asylum.

“Don’t”, he warned firmly. “Do not say such things you’ve not the slightest clue what you speak of”, he said as he slowly began to close the gap. “Perhaps there is madness in me, I do not know. Perhaps I am mad to have crossed the ocean to return to you, is that madness?”, he asked as he neared her. “Come back with me. Return to Sharpeton with me, to Allerdale Hall. We.. we can begin a new. It will be different”.

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For a moment she stared at him in disbelief, did he expect her to believe a single word that fell from his lips? To trust any thought he voiced which came from that clearly twisted mind of his? He was a fool, a mad man even more than she already believed he was, if he expected her to. “If you had changed then tell me, why did you not reject me without my father’s prompting? Why would you not spare me, stay in America and send your sister back without promise of your return?”

She shook her head, “You are a liar, and that is all you have ever been. You lied about your intentions, your past wives, all of it. I shan’t listen to it any further. If you had loved me as you so proclaim no harm would have come to me.” His betrayal had been a knife to the heart, the sort of thing which ladies wrote about in novels only to have the leading man return and apologize and for the woman to fall in his arms. She would sooner fall from a tower window than fall into his arms, than to have a monster’s hand upon her skin ever again.

“You wanted money to open your mine, that is all. Your mine, your sister and your dead wives and I will have no part of it.” She shook her head, “You are mad. To come to see a woman who’s murder you attempted to carry out is mad. I half hope I am as mad and you are no more than my imagination. No, never. I will go nowhere with you.”

#caeleps #;;v: epilogue #;;p: death was only the beginningm

You're like the most amazingly well written Edith out there like just perfect

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Sometimes i just see a characterization so bad and Mary Sue I just sit back and like, why???!?

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I want h o n e s t opinions about how I portray my character. If there’s a constructive criticism, I’d like to read it. If you’re too shy to say it, you can tell it with the anon on.

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Oh GOOOOOD, throw Loki into the mix and I’ll die.

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Give in to temptation.

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Death Was Only The Begining || Edith & Thomas

caeleps

He had no words to explain his actions. How did one explain such behavior to someone who did not know what it was like? Yes he had been with her, yes he had foolishly been discovered, they had been discovered. It had not been the first time but it had certainly been the last. Even then he had felt a sense of wrongness to it, a sense of shame knowing that what they were doing was perverse.

Though try as he might he could never resist her, perhaps it had something to do with her being the elder sibling, the fear that if he did not acquiesce then he would truly be alone, that he would lose the love of the only family he had left. He had believed it was natural, she had said it was natural that if it were truly a sin God would have struck them down.

He looked down at her words. Yes he had been guilty of such things, guilty of hurting Dr. McMichael yet he had done it because she had ordered him to, had demanded he do so. The tea had been his task as Lucille knew she would not take the drink from her. How did could he deny such things.

“Yes, I grieved. I grieved because I lost the last of my family. Lost the last of my blood, but I do not wish ill of you. I could not wish ill of you then how could I? You believed in me, you believed in me when none other would. When all of Boston rejected me, refused to hear me out, not once did you do the same”, he said quietly as he focused his gaze upon the fire burning in the fireplace.

He thought on her words. He did not know why he crossed the ocean, he did not know why he had come so far when he could have disappeared into obscurity. Perhaps it was loneliness? Love? He did not know. “Because you are still my wife and I your husband.”

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Each moment spent in silence was taxing on her. She could not trust what h might be thinking up. Reasons or plots there was no single way she could tell, no way to know. Her own mind was racing, thinking up a thousand ways that the moment could play out, a thousand ways the scene could go, each ending and action different, perhaps forever altering the plot.

“Wish no ill of me?” Edith demanded, her eyes wide, showing clearly just how crazy she thought him. How dellusional must he think she was? Perhaps he still thought her the bookish young woman, the one who was so easily swept up into the act of his love. Intrigued by the mystery of a suitor from so far away, like the hero of one of the novels young ladies swooned over and compared their own suitors to.

“You tried to kill me! You knew what you would do when you married me and you would dare lie and say that you held no ill will of me.” Shaking her head she could not find words to state just how crazy was. It was a tangible case of writer’s block when she needed words most, this was not something she could set aside and return to later. There needed to be a solution to this immediately, one which ended in his departure and her living life as she had planned, peacefully and at her typewriter.

Edith made move to only further the distance between them. “I thought your madness was of the genius sort, I was wrong about it, you are smart-- very smart, but your madness, it was more of the asylum sort.” A scoff escaped her at his words, husband and wife? That was his reasoning, aside from false affection and nights in bed they had hardly been and hardly were anything of the sort.

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