Who: Edith and AU Thomas Where: Allerdale Hall What: Thomas isn't Thomas When: Saturday morning Rating: High?
The light streamed through the window and onto her angellic, golden features. Stretching, Edith blinked her eyelids shut harder and turned slightly to see the sleeping form of her husband a little farther away in their ginormous bed. They had yet to become intimate, she thought with a blush, as Thomas was a true gentleman and let her go at the pace she was comfortable. Edith adored her Thomas and wanted him so desperately to succeed in his endeavours as he so wished. He deserved it, craved it more than she knew he admitted to even to himself. She wanted to take his mind away from that pain, but until he was happier, there wasn't much she could offer.
Edith sat up in bed and reached quickly for her robe, not wanting to wake him yet. It had been another late night with that machine, new designs and the ghosts had yet to bother her so she had simply worked on her novel. Finding the words for the love scenes were still difficult. Edith peered out to the pure white landscape and lost herself in thought of future here.