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Jul. 14th, 2007 07:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
If Ben Weatherstaff thinks it strange to see a young blonde woman following Mary Lennox through the garden paths, he grumps and keeps it to himself, as he has many other strange things he's seen over the years (although with rather more frequency since Miss Mary came to live at Misselthwaite.)
Mary herself marches with purpose until they reach the secret door, but she opens it softly, and her steps become gentler, too, once she enters the garden.
"Here it is."
Mary herself marches with purpose until they reach the secret door, but she opens it softly, and her steps become gentler, too, once she enters the garden.
"Here it is."
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Date: 2007-07-15 02:53 am (UTC)"Oh, Mary. It's lovely."
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Date: 2007-07-15 03:07 am (UTC)Fierce: "It is the loveliest place in all the world."
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Date: 2007-07-15 03:14 am (UTC)And Lucy means it.
"Please show me about?"
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Date: 2007-07-15 03:19 am (UTC)Mary's voice is pitched low.
"Standing right here - I thought it all was dead. The roses had not bloomed and I did not know they were wick; nothing was alive. There were weeds all over. But Dickon came and showed me -"
She moves over to the climbing rose vines, hanging wild over the walls.
"- how it all was wick. And would grow after all. And here is the tree where the robin's nest is; it was the robin showed me the garden. I cleaned out all the weeds around it to let the flowers grow."
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Date: 2007-07-15 03:21 am (UTC)Her fingers are tracing over leaves and petals.
"I should like to stay in here forever."
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Date: 2007-07-15 03:26 am (UTC)It does not help, when she says things like that; it only means Mary hopes, when she knows that it is foolish too.
"But you cannot." Flat.
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Date: 2007-07-15 03:41 am (UTC)That's soft and honest.
"But even if I weren't leaving the bar, Mary, I--I'm still dead, dear."
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Date: 2007-07-15 03:47 am (UTC)They've passed the period of their brightest bloom, though there are a few left on the vines, still. They're well-tended, and so they last.
"You are not wick."
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Date: 2007-07-15 03:50 am (UTC)"Please?"
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Date: 2007-07-15 03:51 am (UTC)Mary comes over without hesitation.
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Date: 2007-07-15 03:57 am (UTC)It's not.
But she can wish.
"You," she says finally and quietly in Mary's ear, "are everything I could ever want in a little girl. That anyone could want. You are brilliant and fierce and believe in things and love with all your heart. And when you didn't understand why I wanted to have a child, I didn't know--I didn't know how to say, but oh, Mary, it's because I love you so very much and I wish I could have a little girl like you. Because just knowing you makes me so very, very proud and filled with love. And if I could--oh, if I could make it different I would. I would. But I can't, and all I can do is love you and pray for you and promise that I'll come if you need me. I will. And I will always and forever love you, Mary Lennox."
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Date: 2007-07-15 04:09 am (UTC)She doesn't say anything.
But she holds on, with her other hand, as tight as she possibly can, and the grip probably hurts Lucy's arm.
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Date: 2007-07-15 04:12 am (UTC)It hurts.
She doesn't want Mary to let go.
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Date: 2007-07-15 04:25 am (UTC)Which will be soon - too soon - but it's not yet.
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Date: 2007-07-15 04:31 am (UTC)It can't possibly be long enough.
But it's what they have.
And in a while, Mary's arms will loosen, and in a while Lucy will let her go, and both will stand up and walk a bit more around the garden.
And then they'll go back to the bar, and it's that much closer to leaving.
But for now, Lucy rocks Mary, and she hums brokenly through tears, and she wishes.
And for now, they hold on.