|Marian of Knighton (_night_watchman) wrote in spinningcompass,|
@ 2019-02-12 02:45:00
|Entry tags:||!closed, edward rochester, marian of knighton (oe)|
Who: Marian and Mr. Rochester
Where: One of the beach houses
What: Alone time
When: After adventuring on the island
Rating: Hmmm we'll see if this changes.
Open: Nope (To Adele and Robin though)
Status: On going.
The day had been filled with memories, as the four explored the island. She had shown off all the areas she dared. The tall towering buildings, the oddity stuck here and there, the rebuilt church (with the cemetery that was hard to miss) and it's gardens. And when she had gotten to the point that she needed to rest she had guided them to the beach. She had thought for a simple leisurely sit down, but the houses had drawn her attention. Her last memory of them they had been faded, some crumbling, and the fact that these were not hammered home that this was simply a copy of the place she had once called home.
So she suggested they stay. In the houses by the sea, they held no real memories for her. And Adele and Robin had seemed to enjoy playing in the waters edge, and in the sand.
She got no complaints about the two bedroom cottage. Provisions had been gathered. All was well.
Marian had put Robin to bed, with promises of more play tomorrow, poured herself a glass of wine, and sat herself before the hearth, on a more than comfortable over stuffed couch. She hadn't thought to light a fire. Until that very moment.