annie nikolaev ☆ mary, queen of scots. (ofscots) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2018-03-31 22:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, * kit, c: annie nikolaev |
WHO: Annie Nikolaev
WHEN: Friday, March 30, 2018; Afternoon
WHERE: Dunhaven High School
SUMMARY: Annie’s dreams give her false hope.
WARNINGS: None, just kinda sad
These days, Annie was getting almost too used to her dreams of Mary, Queen of Scots. She still had yet to make heads or tails of them considering that, as a self-proclaimed expert in European history, she knew firsthand that her dreams were not at all based on historical accuracy. The one thing she could say for them was that, though the details weren’t totally accurate, the events themselves often seemed to line up with what she did know of the infamous queen. That was why, when she’d woken up from her latest dream that Friday morning, she’d been bubbling over with not only Mary’s excitement, but her own, as well. Based on historical fact, Mary had had only one child. The child had been a son, James, who would later become the King James the VI and I. He had been a child born of Mary’s later marriage to Lord Darnley after Francis had died. So when Annie had woken up after dreaming of telling Francis that she was pregnant with his child, she had been sure that it was her own reality that was clouding Mary’s this time, and not the other way around. She knew that many women had just knew when they were pregnant and she thought that this dream, which did not fit into what she knew of Mary’s timeline, had to be her subconscious’ way of telling her that she was pregnant. It had taken every ounce of self-restraint not to wake Alex immediately to tell him her suspicions, and even more restraint not to skip her first class of the day to take a pregnancy test. She’d waited, instead, until right after her last class. After seeing the last of the kids either onto their buses on into their cars, she’d hurried back into her classroom, grabbed her purse, and made a beeline for the bathroom where she locked herself in a stall and pulled out the test. In the few minutes she had to wait for the test results, Annie let her mind wander. She thought of how she might tell Alex about the pregnancy. She thought about the look on Lucy’s face when she told her that they’d be having babies who could grow up being, not only cousins, but best friends. She thought about about the pure joy that Mary had felt knowing that her and Francis’ child was growing within her. Even the thought of having Alex’s children gave Annie a similar feeling. When the time was up, Annie almost dropped the test in her haste to pick it up. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her heart pounding with excitement. When she was ready, she opened her eyes and stared down at the results. One line. Not pregnant. Annie’s hand fell limp by her side, her heart dropping into the pit of her stomach. Not pregnant. Knowing it was irrational, Annie felt a surge of resentment and betrayal for and triggered by Mary and her dreams. With a resigned sigh, she wrapped the test in toilet paper and disposed of it, deciding that her next purchase at the pharmacy was going to be a cheap bottle of wine and whatever prescription she could get for disappointing dreams. |