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Aaaaw, I love this! Thank you so much @bella-caecilia, you truly made my day 😊
Would love a prompt 22. I know you mainly write for Cobert but it would make my day if you could write this one for Chelsie! Any time period is fine by me but I'd like the idea of him taking care of her for a change :)
Thank you for prompting me! This is my first drabble for Chelsie and I’m quite excited. I hope you like how it turned out! It’s set between the series and the film. And yes, seeing Charles taking care of Elsie is definitely something we need to see more of…
22 – kissing someone’s cuts/bruises/scratches
Charles stood in the kitchen of their cottage, and waited for the water in the kettle to boil. His brow was furrowed and his fingers tipped absentmindedly on the wooden kitchen counter. His mind drifted back to yesterday afternoon.
He’d been busy sorting out the planting of the potatoes. The mild breeze of spring air had elated him and he’d started humming a low tune. He’d relished in the easiness of the day that also filled his chest. The family was away at Brancaster castle, so Elsie had less work at hand at the Abbey. She’d come home to the cottage early yesterday and he’d seen her approach from afar. The sun had still been up in the sky and the light had played around her familiar form. He’d paused his work and observed her softly while still standing in the patch. When she’d been near enough, he’d been able to spot the gentle smile that grazed her lips. Unknowingly he’d returned it.
The whistling of the kettle shook him out of his reverie. He poured the water into the prepared teapot and set the kettle back down. He leaned on the kitchen counter with both hands and delayed his departure upstairs as his thoughts returned to yesterday.
She had insisted on helping him with the planting. He had not objected; why should he? She knew where he kept all the tools and seeds and only asked a few questions, wanting to know what he needed assistance with. He told her to get the rest of the early potatoes that were still in the shed. With a nod, she complied and turned to approach their small shed. He caught a whiff of her subtle fragrance as she turned around. He halted in his movements for a moment without turning to her retreating figure. Elsie was modest in all her ways. She knew her worth and stood her ground and he admired her peaceful confidence. But as confident as she was, so was she modest. She didn’t realise how sweet her scent, how warm her smile, how elegant her posture was. She said it was nonsense and flattery when he tried to make her see it, but he often could spot a slight upturn of her lips as he said things like this.
Suddenly he heard her muffled yell from the shed. There was a muttered “Damn!” accompanied by the clatter of boxes.
“Elsie?” he stopped in his tracks and wiped his earthy hands on his trousers.
“Is everything alright?” he approached the opened shed.
“Oh, yes. Don’t you worry,” her voice erupted from behind a shelf of working tools. When he rounded the corner, he could see her kneeling on the ground and collecting the potatoes that were rolling across the floor. She lifted her gaze and met his eyes, an apologetic expression on her face.
“I’m such a clumsy fellow,” she shook her head and reached for a potato underneath the shelf. He saw how her face contorted wincingly.
“Elsie? What is it?” there was alarm in his voice.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” she played it down and was about to rise from the floor as a yelp escaped her and she flinched. “Well, I just stumbled across these boxes and I might have caught some bruises,” she added defeated.
He helped her to get up and assessed her state while holding her upper arms gently.
“Maybe it’s enough work for today,” he suggested. And so, they went inside. She was right about the bruises. Her shins and forearms were covered with blotches and Charles was shocked at the nonchalant manner in which she played down her injuries. It made him think of the other times she’d said things like “Don’t make a fuss” or “It’s no big deal”. How often had she suffered in silence? He confined her to the bed and she rolled her eyes at it. But when she didn’t argue the next morning when he said, perhaps it was best she stayed home this day, he got worried more seriously. He brought her a small breakfast to bed and could still hear the warm giggle she let out at his soft gesture. She dozed off afterwards, so he decided to use the time to prepare her some tea.
He took the pot and made his way upstairs. The staircase was flooded with sunlight because the door to their bedroom was opened and allowed the daylight to shine into the often dark staircase. He heaved a deep breath and went up the stairs with the steaming pot and a mug. His light surroundings lifted his spirits and he was delighted to see his wife any moment. He didn’t see her much during the day since he’d retired, so it was special to have her around. He stepped into their room and saw that she was awake again. He smiled at her snuggled form.
“How do you feel? I made you some tea,” he spoke softly but his baritone carried easily through the room.
“I’m fine, but some tea would be nice,” she answered in a low voice and tried to sit up. Charles set down the tea service and lunged forwards to help her. She didn’t object and he saw the blue patches on her forearm.
“Does it still hurt?” his eyes bore into hers and his eyebrows met above the bridge of his nose.
“It’s nasty,” she admitted and he took her arm with careful gestures examining it. When he lowered his lips to her bruises, her eyes widened in surprise. He was so gentle that she sighed every time his warm lips met her skin.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered between kisses.
“What?” she furrowed her brow. “It’s not your fault!”
“But I’m so, so sorry…” He lifted the blanket and pushed up her nightgown lightly to inspect her shins. The blue marks were prominent. He leaned down to press kisses there too.
“Charlie!” Elsie exclaimed and her laughter rang through the room. He looked up to her and saw her amused expression. If it helped put her in a light mood, he would continue these gestures all day long.
Hi darlings! Just posted a new story on fanfiction.net. It’s pretty depressing and sad, but I hope you’ll check it out anyway. Enjoy!
With love, your friend DowntonAbbeyFreak! :)
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13939295/1/She-Hated-Funerals
Time for a good sickfic, for this second chapter of "These Cherished Chapters" has our goobers feeling sick and being awfully sweet by caring for their better halves! I thank @shine-on-down for giving me the idea for the chapter!
You can find the story on my FF.net profile or by clicking the link down below ⬇️I sincerely hope you enjoy!
These Cherished Chapters Chapter 2: Fevered Affections, a downton abbey fanfic | FanFiction