fiona flint won't be a prisoner again. (feefifoflint) wrote in vindicatus, @ 2019-08-02 22:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | fiona, fiona: complete, marcus, marcus: complete |
Who: marcus & fiona flint
When: 8/2, evening
Where: marcus' home | primrose, london
What: trying to find a way to grow
Rating/Warnings: SFW
Status: complete
Waiting for Marcus to come home was always a bit anxiety inducing. Because what if he didn’t show up? What if something happened? His house wasn’t dark and oppressive like the manor where they’d both grown up, or the other one where she’d spent the years of her marriage, and that alone was enough to ease some of her nerves. She still worried, but she was in a place where she felt safe. Plus, Dog had taken to following her around wherever she went. The comments on her journal had made her stop and think. She’d never had a job, never planned to have one, but since moving in with Marcus she’d felt she should. It felt important to be able to contribute, even if he likely wouldn’t let her. She’d planned to find a way somehow, but it all felt so impossible when she didn’t have any experience, or skills, or an ability to go out in public without feeling like she was going to fall apart. But plants, she could do those. She’d always thought apothecaries and the like got their plants and herbs from… well, places that weren’t just someone growing them at home. If that wasn’t the case, if they were actually interested in what she had, that could be her way to do something. With how things had gone down, the majority of her plants were still at the manor. That made her more anxious than Marcus being late. She heard him get home, always grateful that he spoke as soon as he did so she wasn’t left wondering whose footsteps she was hearing. “Hi,” she replied, moving down the hall to find him, Dog at her side. “How was practice?” |