[Fiction] The Route to Blackstone
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love_poetessTitle: The Route to Blackstone
Prompt: Laughter
Bonus? No
Word Count: 336
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Original/Blackstone Hall
Pairings (if any) None
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): Should I warn for an overbearing mother? :P
Summary: You mustn't go! I've heard terrible things about that place.
Notes: This takes place in 1840, though I don't have a fixed date as of yet. Gwendoline is the Miss Adams mentioned in Prospectives.
“You simply must not go!”
Gwendoline patted her mother’s arm and resumed packing her chests.
“George!” Judith said calling for her husband. “George, you must talk some sense into your daughter.”
Gwendoline’s father, the Vicar of Arburne Parish, lowered the book he was reading.
“Judith, I think you’re overreacting.”
“Haven’t you heard the rumors about that place?” Judith said to her husband. “Neighbors reports that they can hear laughter in the dead of night.”
“Perhaps the owner throws parties deep into the night?”
“No one has been to that place in some four years,” Judith said blowing her nose in her handkerchief.
Gwendoline sighed in her room. Her mother was overreacting as usual. Gwendoline was their only child and Judith had smothered her since the day had been born. She still couldn’t believe that her father had managed to talk her mother into letting her go to boarding school.
“She’ll be fine Judith,” her father’s voice drifted from the sitting room.
Gwendoline turned at the sound of footsteps. Her mother was returning.
“Oh please, if you have any ounce of love for your poor mother, I beg you to stay here!”
Gwendoline smiled at her mother. “I have to make my own way in the world, Mama. It is time for me to leave the nest.”
Judith clutched her daughter’s arms. “I only worry for your safety.”
Gwendoline kissed her mother’s soft cheek. “I know, Mama. But I assure you everything will be alright and if not I will return home.”
“You must promise me that you will.”
“I swear to the Queen.”
Judith smiled. “I’m holding you to that. You must write me when you arrive and keep me updated.”
“Of course, I don’t leave until four days from now.”
“Yes, I know, but I’ve never been parted from you,” Judith said.
Gwendoline smiled and hugged her mother. “I shall miss you too, Mama.”
Judith clutched her daughter to her. She truly hoped she was making the right decision in letting her daughter leave home.
Prompt: Laughter
Bonus? No
Word Count: 336
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Original/Blackstone Hall
Pairings (if any) None
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): Should I warn for an overbearing mother? :P
Summary: You mustn't go! I've heard terrible things about that place.
Notes: This takes place in 1840, though I don't have a fixed date as of yet. Gwendoline is the Miss Adams mentioned in Prospectives.
“You simply must not go!”
Gwendoline patted her mother’s arm and resumed packing her chests.
“George!” Judith said calling for her husband. “George, you must talk some sense into your daughter.”
Gwendoline’s father, the Vicar of Arburne Parish, lowered the book he was reading.
“Judith, I think you’re overreacting.”
“Haven’t you heard the rumors about that place?” Judith said to her husband. “Neighbors reports that they can hear laughter in the dead of night.”
“Perhaps the owner throws parties deep into the night?”
“No one has been to that place in some four years,” Judith said blowing her nose in her handkerchief.
Gwendoline sighed in her room. Her mother was overreacting as usual. Gwendoline was their only child and Judith had smothered her since the day had been born. She still couldn’t believe that her father had managed to talk her mother into letting her go to boarding school.
“She’ll be fine Judith,” her father’s voice drifted from the sitting room.
Gwendoline turned at the sound of footsteps. Her mother was returning.
“Oh please, if you have any ounce of love for your poor mother, I beg you to stay here!”
Gwendoline smiled at her mother. “I have to make my own way in the world, Mama. It is time for me to leave the nest.”
Judith clutched her daughter’s arms. “I only worry for your safety.”
Gwendoline kissed her mother’s soft cheek. “I know, Mama. But I assure you everything will be alright and if not I will return home.”
“You must promise me that you will.”
“I swear to the Queen.”
Judith smiled. “I’m holding you to that. You must write me when you arrive and keep me updated.”
“Of course, I don’t leave until four days from now.”
“Yes, I know, but I’ve never been parted from you,” Judith said.
Gwendoline smiled and hugged her mother. “I shall miss you too, Mama.”
Judith clutched her daughter to her. She truly hoped she was making the right decision in letting her daughter leave home.
