dianna d. dobbs (babyd) wrote in valesco,
@ 2012-10-24 13:45:00

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arista sykes, bertram aubrey, bess fawcett, bianca aubrey, delilah spinnet, dianna dobbs, drystan fawcett, edward pennifold, elliot alderton, ellsinore alderton, gaspard shingleton, graciela pennifold, greta catchlove, group, iwan quigley, kendall broadmoor, ludo bagman, marissa shimpling, max fancourt, michal conway lynch, nona pepper, nora peakes, octavius pepper, phoebe smethwyck, rose knightley, seth wadcock, therese bonaccord, thomas mccormack

POSTED FOR SATURDAY~ Sinners & Saints Ghost Train!

As the country side rushed by outside the window, Dianna could feel her pride grow with each passing second. She wasn't one to admit that she bragged about her achievements, but it would be a lie to think that she was not going to be boasting at how overwhelmingly amazing this event had turned out to be. The turn out had been far more than anticipated, the musicians that varied through every other cart were fantastic and livening up the mood---there were even ghosts of old conductors and passengers floating through the carts and having the time of their after-lives scaring the guests.

It was to be a fun, fantastic, frightful night. Dianna was beside herself with excitement, and she tugged her skirt down a bit and went on a search for a friendly face to interact with. Merlin, she'd really out done herself this time, she thought amusing as a cart-wide sized cobweb magically unspun to let her pass.

Dianna flipped a golden curl over her shoulder, smirking greatly. She was so brilliant.

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bestzeller
2012-10-27 07:11 pm UTC (link)

"I am a bit chilly," she admitted, turning to her husband.

Bess would have regretted having checked her cloak when first entering the train, but the goosebumps she had now were worth the gawking she'd received when the material had fallen from her shoulders. It helped to know and have reiterated that her husband appreciated her costume, especially when she wasn't feeling as confident in it as she let on. That was silly, just thinking it! Bess, not feeling as if she was the prettiest woman in the room?

What was the world coming to?

"Do you see anything you like?" Bess asked, looking back at table.

She could probably manage to duplicate some of these as Veronica had been giving her some tips. Bess had never liked not being good at something, and now that she had this desire to bake, cook, and simply create, a lot of her energy was going toward it. She knew tonight was supposed to be fun, as they sorely needed it, but her thoughts kept going back to how off kilter she'd been in recent weeks.

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brythonichero
2012-10-28 02:41 pm UTC (link)

He followed her gaze to the spread on the table, then glanced back at her with a furrow in his brow. Was she talking about the sweets, because he rather had the impression she wasn't—or, at least, she didn't mean to be. Drystan wasn't as socially inept as he made himself out to be, but neither was he the most perceptive of wizards (the case for that one had essentially made itself with his sister). But Bess loved a good party, and this was certainly that, so he wondered why she seemed rather subdued. Usually, her good mood was enough to distract him from his inevitably poor one.

Now that he was dwelling on it, Drystan did think there had been this same strange quality to his wife for some time now, but he'd chalked it up to their recent fight. Was it possible that even that might have been caused by some other underlying reason?

"I do," he said, folding his hands behind his back, "but she seems a bit distracted at the moment."

For a moment, Drystan paused, then added in a hopeful voice, "Is it that you want to leave? I can't make any promises, but I am a very important person. I'm sure if they throw enough of a ruckus, they'll find some way to let us off."

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bestzeller
2012-10-28 05:59 pm UTC (link)

Bess found herself actually startled at Drystan's observation and she flushed. Distracted, insecure, they meant the same thing to her when it came down to it. Her thoughts of being unsettled with her life reminded her of the years she spent after graduating Hogwarts and having Sadie; she had nothing to really be proud of that give herself the confidence that she usually readily exuded. In school it was her grades, her prefect badge, her good looks, and for a while she didn't have anything of that standard until she began working in Brady's office.

She wouldn't entirely say she had nothing to be proud of, because that dramatic even for her. Her family made her proud, her husband doubly so. Drystan was her prized possession, truthfully, and he'd given her the family she'd always desired. Their children were sometimes not the best behaved (save for Stephen, who was her little angel), but they were all intelligent and brimming with excitement for life. Bess had her family, a few good friends, and a household she kept in perfect condition.

But she didn't have anything to herself that she could really call her own. Drystan was a star quidditch player, he did something that affected people, made them happy. While she'd enjoyed her time in the legal world and thought she was doing some good, Bess knew that the time it would take away from her children was not something she'd be happy with. But she reckoned she wasn't much good at anything else besides being a waitress, nothing that would allow her the time to be the mother she wanted to be.

So she was stuck. It was either work and be away from her children or stay home and always find that something was missing.

Bess turned to Drystan and pushed close, putting her hands to his chest. She really needed to remove some of these layers of sheets, it was a shame to hide her husband away like this.

"I don't want to leave," she said honestly. But he'd asked, he'd noticed her distraction, so she'd give him more than that. "I've had so much time at home that my mind's a bit muddled with--everything."

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brythonichero
2012-10-29 01:18 am UTC (link)

Drystan laid one of his hands over hers, keeping them close to his chest. He was somewhat at a loss for words, as he wasn't entirely sure what she meant. Was she saying she wanted a vacation, to take a break from the house, or London, or whatever it was that ailed her, or was the issue that she was tired of staying at home, because she wanted to engage in other pursuits?

Such an opinion probably didn't reflect favourably on his character, but Drystan liked the idea of someone staying home with the children. He didn't strictly believe that person had to be the wife, but, loosely, he was rather appreciative of the idea. That arrangement was what he had grown up with, and although he loved his father, he couldn't imagine not having had his mother there for him as readily as she had been.

Not that he'd ever say so to Bess, and not that he'd really expect her to, if her mind was set on other things. After all, she'd been working when they'd met. Having her home made sense last year, as she was reluctant to leave, and they practically had a newborn on their hands, but now… If, and it was still only an 'if' at this point, working was what she wanted to do…

"How do you mean?" he asked, frowning thoughtfully.

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bestzeller
2012-10-29 09:13 pm UTC (link)

She felt shy, which wasn't something that ever occurred in the presence of her husband. Bess pressed her lips together as she tried to figure out how to word what she was feeling in a way that wouldn't completely ruin their night. Not that she thought that her feelings were wrong or would upset Drystan. It was because she felt so indecisive about everything that it made her feelings more complicated than they were. Bess had been so fine with staying with the children earlier in the year, what had changed her mind?

"I wish I knew," she said truthfully, letting out a soft laugh, "Some days I can't think of anything I'd rather be doing than being home with our children, and then there are days that---" Bess had to find a way to make 'running away' sound eloquent and not at all as terrible as it sounded, she didn't feel like that, "---that I think I could be doing so much more but I can't."

Stuck? She was stuck. "I don't have the N.E.W.T.s, I don't have the time, it---" Penny's journey back to Hogwarts to sit her exams had struck a chord with Bess; it felt as if she had nothing to show for her seven years of hard work at school other than she could make beautiful children. She was so much more than that!

Her shoulders slumped. There were people who hadn't made it a few years out of Hogwarts before the war had taken their lives, and here she was, complaining about hers.

"I'm whining about the beautiful life I have," Bess said with a shake of her head. Her cheeks reddened and she looked away from Drystan, "it's pathetic. I just need a hobby."

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brythonichero
2012-10-30 03:31 pm UTC (link)

As he listened, he had a bit of a sinking feeling about the chest. Drystan hadn't known she was feeling such discontent, or he'd have tried to do something before. What he would have tried to do (or, for that matter, would attempt to do now), he wasn't sure, but he felt helpless at the idea of her being unhappy, and had to know it was somehow within his power to fix it. At the very least, in an attempt to make up for letting it escape his notice before. For perhaps being in part responsible? He didn't know.

"Hey," he said urgently, lifting his hand from hers to nudge her face gently back towards his. He craned his head down slightly to look her in the eyes. "Never apologise for wanting more."

That was a sentiment he was familiar enough with, and could never fault another person for having. Drystan was fortunate that what he did for a living had a goal that reset itself every year. Flying was a release for him, and though the game was burdened with a thousand other things that could easily bring a man down, it never left him purposeless. He'd felt such an emotion in other parts of his life often enough to be grateful that it didn't dictate his life.

He dropped his hand to take one of hers, bringing the palm to his lips and kissing it before holding it back to his chest. "We'll put our heads together. We'll figure something out."

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