5 Sybil/Branson drabbles
I'm feeling: accomplished
After the positive feedback I got on my last 100-word-fic (Her Own Way) I decided to write a few more. So here are five more Sybil/Branson fics of exactly 100 words each (hyphenated words counted as one).
All Downton Abbey, Sybil/Branson, set at various times during the series
Hair (aka why Branson has a fringe in S3)
She loved his hair.
He had no idea why but her hands always seemed to find their way into it.
Not that he minded. It felt really good.
"Have you ever had a fringe?" she asked one day afterwards, as they lay together in their bed, idly playing with his hair.
"Not since I was little." He sat up so he could see the mirror and the way she'd combed it with her fingers so it swept down across his forehead.
It made him look far too young.
"I like it," she declared.
Then again, maybe it wasn't that bad.
He shouldn't even be here.
He should have been dismissed, sent away the second he bought home the youngest daughter with an inch wide gash on her head.
Yet here he was.
He would be under close supervision, he had no doubt of that, but he'd survived with only a stern warning to "be more careful."
She had come to him the very next day. Not staying for long, she couldn't, but they'd made their peace and as she'd left she'd smiled at him his heart had leapt in his chest.
... Oh, yes, he definitely should have been more careful.
She clings to his hand like a drowning woman clinging to a lifeboat. And she hasn't even hit the water yet.
She's nervous. How can she not be?
These are the people who made her Tom the man she loves, the only other people on Earth who care for him as much as her.
She's the woman who stole his heart. Kept him in England, away from them, for seven years.
Why should they even like her?
"They're going to love you," he assures her.
Tom raises his hand to knock and Sybil just wishes she could have his certainty.
She had… borrowed the book from Dr. Clarkson's office. She would return it but first there was one thing she needed to know about.
She found the entry quickly, the heading so black and white on the page: Mitral valve prolapse
There was a drawing of a heart and many words she didn't know though some phrases jumped out at her.
…increased mortality rate when a murmur is present…
Branson's voice rang clear in her mind- "causing a pan-systolic murmur"
She snapped the book shut.
She had been so relieved.
Was nothing with him ever to be simple?
He's like a puppy, Mary thought, watching her brother-in-law as he trotted by, close on the heels of her sister.
Or a little lamb… and everywhere that Sybil went the lamb was sure to go.
If anyone wanted him they only had to find Sybil and he'd be right there beside her. But of course, no one did.
He'd broken the rules of downstairs and such was an outcast there and he most certainly wasn't welcome upstairs.
No wonder he stayed close- Sybil was his only friend in the whole house.
And quite unexpectedly, Mary felt almost sorry for him.