hyel (hyel) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2009-01-17 10:52:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | anne green gables, au, gen, rated: general, weekly promotion challenge |
Wishes Are No Horses, part 8 (Anne of Green Gables)
Title: Wishes Are No Horses, part 8
Author's Name: Hyel
Disclaimer: Anne of Green Gables (c) L.M. Montgomery.
Warnings: AU, creepiness.
Ratings: general
Summary: Miss Lavendar's life is missing something, but she will not think of that now.
Note: I always found Miss Lavender slightly creepy.
Winter came that year so sparkling and lovely that Miss Lavendar little regretted how much the snow would muffle her beloved echoes. The frost-flowers on her windowpanes alone sparked enough pleasant reveries and flights of fancy to keep her entertained for hours, and she was even later in rising than usual for lying awake just watching them twirl their way across the glass.
She powdered her nose thinking of ancient queens and young girls in love, and dressed in her favourite gowns, with their young but old-fashioned cuts, and twirled in front of her mirror, squinting away the wrinkles. She chattered with Charlotte over the breakfast table, ate much too much sugar (but it kept life so sweet!), and afterwards put on her furs and her heavy boots and danced out into the fresh new snow, while Charlotte grumbled about the extra work and made to go and fetch a shovel.
'Don't – not yet!' said Miss Lavender, and took her by the hands, and danced with her through the yard. 'There – I wouldn't want such beauty first broken by a mere shovel – a dance is much better.'
Charlotte gave her a look that quite clearly told her what she thought of Miss Lavendar's fancies. Miss Lavendar laughed, and danced her around once more, and let her go. She sighed to see her go her way – she was so tall now, and soon would have to leave. Miss Lavendar did not know what she'd do without a Charlotte – but she would not think of that now.
She walked to the gate and looked down the road winding through such a long stretch of emptiness towards Avonlea. Sometimes she could almost feel a visitor is due, almost see her slight shape come up the road – but there was no-one.