edward fairfax rochester (transfixme) wrote in sanditon, |
The vacation to Sanditon had been meant as an escape. Rochester seemed to be endlessly running from something, dashing from London to Paris and back to Thornfield, as if he never wanted to be caught in one place too long. As if he lingered something -- some monster -- might finally catch him up. He had with satisfaction evaded the ghosts that haunted him at Thornfield while at Sanditon. His company, while different from what he was accustomed to, was pleasing and he was growing used to a different lifestyle.
He found something new, a different note in the beat of his heart as he walked along the beach with Ms. Eyre at his side. They watched Adele chase after Pilot, rolling in the sand in the most undignified way but it had warmed him to a full bellied laugh.
But, that laugh had grown hollow. Emptied out by a letter that had come in the afternoon post, forwarded from Mrs. Fairfax at Thornfield. The letter arrived weathered and half damaged from the many miles it had traveled from Jamaica. He jovial man that had accompanied his ward and governess on the beach seemed a figment of their imagination at dinner; he was that distant and cold master once more. Who stormed out before the footmen had finished collecting the last of the dessert dishes.
You have to find a way to tell her, Rochester. ROCHESTER, he heard aloud and that resurrected him from his thoughts and he turned at the door of the Dog and Duck to find Frederick Tilney calling for him. Edward managed a polite smile and laugh, "I've brought my ward. We mean to improve her accomplishments." There was a tone in his voice that suggested a frivolity to the notion but he shrugged all the same. "What brings you to Sanditon?"