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Once I had rarest rose that ever deigned to bloom
[ The Munson Mansion has seen better days. Eddie stands at the base of the road that winds slowly up the hillside, observing it from afar. He tries to remember how it was in his childhood, sturdy and strong and filled with life. Now it seems to sag as though the house itself is tired. He is determined to restore the house to its former glory, to restore his family name. Snow has fallen heavily on the ground, and he tries not to think about the fact that the red clay makes it look like puddles of blood have bloomed around the estate.
He's awaiting Chrissy's arrival, it should be any moment now. In its current condition, it's impossible for carriages to make their way up to the house. He has deemed to meet her here at the base, to escort her to the top. It's impossible to describe the way his heart flutters at the thought of her being here. It's less than she deserves, but the fact that she had forgiven him after the heart break he had caused makes him all the more determined to turn things around.
She's his wife now, though they have gotten to spend so little time together. Now that she is on her way to the estate, they will have nothing but time. Nancy, his long time friend since childhood, is the only other soul that haunts the halls of the estate. Even from this distance, Eddie swears he can see her darkening windows. He knows that she only wants what's best for his family, but there has been an undeniable tension in the air since his return.
Eddie pushes all that out of his mind as he hears the familiar sound of carriage wheels crunching against the earth. He turns to smile at the approaching vehicle, his hands flitting nervously over the deep crimson suit he has chosen for the occasion. The shade of red is so deep that it is almost black, and he finds himself hoping that Chrissy will like it. He runs a hand through the dark black curls that frame his face, tries to straighten up and look like the proper gentleman he is supposed to be. Her family had invested quite a lot of money into his restoration project before her father's untimely death, and he wants her to feel comfortable here. ]
Chrissy, my darling. [ He greets her as soon as she emerges, offering a hand to help her down. ] I'm so sorry, we'll have to make our way on foot from here.
He's awaiting Chrissy's arrival, it should be any moment now. In its current condition, it's impossible for carriages to make their way up to the house. He has deemed to meet her here at the base, to escort her to the top. It's impossible to describe the way his heart flutters at the thought of her being here. It's less than she deserves, but the fact that she had forgiven him after the heart break he had caused makes him all the more determined to turn things around.
She's his wife now, though they have gotten to spend so little time together. Now that she is on her way to the estate, they will have nothing but time. Nancy, his long time friend since childhood, is the only other soul that haunts the halls of the estate. Even from this distance, Eddie swears he can see her darkening windows. He knows that she only wants what's best for his family, but there has been an undeniable tension in the air since his return.
Eddie pushes all that out of his mind as he hears the familiar sound of carriage wheels crunching against the earth. He turns to smile at the approaching vehicle, his hands flitting nervously over the deep crimson suit he has chosen for the occasion. The shade of red is so deep that it is almost black, and he finds himself hoping that Chrissy will like it. He runs a hand through the dark black curls that frame his face, tries to straighten up and look like the proper gentleman he is supposed to be. Her family had invested quite a lot of money into his restoration project before her father's untimely death, and he wants her to feel comfortable here. ]
Chrissy, my darling. [ He greets her as soon as she emerges, offering a hand to help her down. ] I'm so sorry, we'll have to make our way on foot from here.