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Twilight #16; Vert #8 [Divide and Rule]
Name: Caprice
Story: Divide & Rule/Heroes of the Revolution
Colors: Twilight #16 (Caprice); Vert #8 (Optimism)
Supplies and Styles: Eraser + Paint-by-Numbers frombookblather (Hanne has concerns about Julia marrying Edward) + Graffiti - October Challenge (Fictober Prompt #20 "I saw your eyes light up.") + Silhouette
Word Count: 596
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: 1947ish?, AU; Edward Iveson/Julia Graves, Hanne Beck. (I wrote this out longhand ages ago; I don't even know quite which sort of AU it is this time, although clearly one where Hanne lived.)
Summary: Hanne has advice for Edward: don't marry Julia.
Hanne, stopping in the door way, witnessed Julia catch hold of Edward's sleeve and stretch up to kiss him. There was a quick, murmured exchange between them before Julia released him.
"Mrs Graves," said Edward, turning his head and spying her standing there.
He headed towards her as Julia slipped away through the door into the adjoining room. "How are you?" He bent down and gave Hanne a peck on the cheek.
Hanne sighed. In so many ways, this was everything she could have asked for Julia, and more. She hated to interfere, but she owed a longstanding debt to Edward's mother and she couldn't let this charade go on. Something must be done. "Ned, dear," she said. "A word."
He raised his eyebrows.
"It's Julia," said Hanne. "I don't know quite how to say this—but I really don't think you should marry her."
"I'm sorry?"
She moved fully into the lounge and gestured for him to sit on the sofa. She took the armchair, tucking her skirt in, and arranging the cushions behind her. "Oh, dear. It's not you, Ned. I would be delighted with this whole affair if only—well, if only Julia was behaving as she ought. I have spoken to her, but she just keeps on repeating the same sort of nonsense."
"She's heartless and shallow," put in Edward. "Yes. She tells me that, too. Although also that she likes my nose." He touched the article in question lightly, a brief gleam lighting his face. He shrugged.
Hanne folded her hands on her lap, a lace-edged handkerchief clasped between them. "Quite. And then she goes on about being able to afford new frocks. I'm afraid she wants to get the better of that awful young man who was so unkind to her more than anything else. It won't do, Ned. You must see that."
"Must I?"
Hanne leant forward. "Oh, my dear. You love her."
Faint colour stained Edward's cheek. He gazed back at Hanne for a long moment. "I don't think that's a bad thing in a marriage."
"A little unfair in a marriage of convenience," said Hanne. "Of course, as Julia's mother, I should say nothing. I know how well you will take care of her—but you mustn't break your own heart to do it."
"Then say nothing."
"Well," said Hanne, "that is the other thing. Julia isn't actually heartless, you know. She will come to her senses sooner or later. What I have no faith in is her realising soon enough not to get right to the day before she understands she can't treat you like this. I don't want to see you left at the altar."
Edward tilted his head to one side. "You think I should come to my senses first, for both our sakes?"
"I wish it weren't so, but yes."
"Mrs Graves," Edward said. "I don't claim to know your daughter better than you. You may be right. I may be indulging in wishful thinking. It has happened before. But—the thing is, Julia does, as you say, have a heart, and a good one. I'm not sure it's us to whom she's lying."
"You think she loves you?"
"Absurd, no?"
Hanne didn't know where to look. "Ned, dear. Don't do this to yourself."
"It is my business, though, not yours," he said. "And Julia's, of course—and I don't intend to back out until I know for sure." His mouth twisted into a crooked smile. Amusement, and perhaps something more, lit his face. "One way or another, the altar it is, then!"
Story: Divide & Rule/Heroes of the Revolution
Colors: Twilight #16 (Caprice); Vert #8 (Optimism)
Supplies and Styles: Eraser + Paint-by-Numbers from
bookblather (Hanne has concerns about Julia marrying Edward) + Graffiti - October Challenge (Fictober Prompt #20 "I saw your eyes light up.") + SilhouetteWord Count: 596
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: 1947ish?, AU; Edward Iveson/Julia Graves, Hanne Beck. (I wrote this out longhand ages ago; I don't even know quite which sort of AU it is this time, although clearly one where Hanne lived.)
Summary: Hanne has advice for Edward: don't marry Julia.
Hanne, stopping in the door way, witnessed Julia catch hold of Edward's sleeve and stretch up to kiss him. There was a quick, murmured exchange between them before Julia released him.
"Mrs Graves," said Edward, turning his head and spying her standing there.
He headed towards her as Julia slipped away through the door into the adjoining room. "How are you?" He bent down and gave Hanne a peck on the cheek.
Hanne sighed. In so many ways, this was everything she could have asked for Julia, and more. She hated to interfere, but she owed a longstanding debt to Edward's mother and she couldn't let this charade go on. Something must be done. "Ned, dear," she said. "A word."
He raised his eyebrows.
"It's Julia," said Hanne. "I don't know quite how to say this—but I really don't think you should marry her."
"I'm sorry?"
She moved fully into the lounge and gestured for him to sit on the sofa. She took the armchair, tucking her skirt in, and arranging the cushions behind her. "Oh, dear. It's not you, Ned. I would be delighted with this whole affair if only—well, if only Julia was behaving as she ought. I have spoken to her, but she just keeps on repeating the same sort of nonsense."
"She's heartless and shallow," put in Edward. "Yes. She tells me that, too. Although also that she likes my nose." He touched the article in question lightly, a brief gleam lighting his face. He shrugged.
Hanne folded her hands on her lap, a lace-edged handkerchief clasped between them. "Quite. And then she goes on about being able to afford new frocks. I'm afraid she wants to get the better of that awful young man who was so unkind to her more than anything else. It won't do, Ned. You must see that."
"Must I?"
Hanne leant forward. "Oh, my dear. You love her."
Faint colour stained Edward's cheek. He gazed back at Hanne for a long moment. "I don't think that's a bad thing in a marriage."
"A little unfair in a marriage of convenience," said Hanne. "Of course, as Julia's mother, I should say nothing. I know how well you will take care of her—but you mustn't break your own heart to do it."
"Then say nothing."
"Well," said Hanne, "that is the other thing. Julia isn't actually heartless, you know. She will come to her senses sooner or later. What I have no faith in is her realising soon enough not to get right to the day before she understands she can't treat you like this. I don't want to see you left at the altar."
Edward tilted his head to one side. "You think I should come to my senses first, for both our sakes?"
"I wish it weren't so, but yes."
"Mrs Graves," Edward said. "I don't claim to know your daughter better than you. You may be right. I may be indulging in wishful thinking. It has happened before. But—the thing is, Julia does, as you say, have a heart, and a good one. I'm not sure it's us to whom she's lying."
"You think she loves you?"
"Absurd, no?"
Hanne didn't know where to look. "Ned, dear. Don't do this to yourself."
"It is my business, though, not yours," he said. "And Julia's, of course—and I don't intend to back out until I know for sure." His mouth twisted into a crooked smile. Amusement, and perhaps something more, lit his face. "One way or another, the altar it is, then!"