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“Well then,” Prudie said and set a steaming cup of tea down next to Demelza. She’d come to do this most afternoons (with only a little prompting) while Demelza worked on a new piece for The Post or chipped away at Dr. Enys’s manuscript. This attention was mostly given because the woman wanted company and not because she anticipated her mistress’s needs.
“Hmm?” Demelza asked absently while she banged away on the typewriter keys, then paused to check her spelling of Streptococcus.
“Easter’s so late this year, Mister Ross’ll miss the daffs,” Prudie lamented.
Demelza had collected a cheering yellow bunch and put them on the dining room table so she could see them while she worked. The crocus bulbs from weeks earlier had since been returned to the earth, just as she’d promised she’d do.
“Oh they might linger on, they’re hearty blooms for sure,” Demelza laughed. “All the spring flowers are really, they are required to be. And even if Ross misses the daffodils, there’s always bluebells. Come Prudie,” she said and rose to her feet. She tidied her papers and put the cover on The Companion. “Let’s go out to the garden while the sun shines. We have much to do to get this place in order before Ross arrives.”
“I'd say it's someone else’s arrival we should be worryin’ ‘bout,” Prudie huffed.
“Yes, well…in good time,” Demelza said.
“You keep sayin’ that but time do have a way of creepin’ up on a body!”
Prudie was right but since Demelza had more urgent pulls on her purse like fixing the leaking roof, it was best to put nursery furnishings out of her mind at present. Afterall, what did poor folk do, those who had more babies than bank notes?
Needs must…
When Demelza was a girl, the neighbours across the stairs kept their baby in a bureau drawer set on the floor. It served perfectly well as a cot until the little fellow grew big enough to climb out. Then it seemed he never slept again but ran amok forevermore chasing the birds--and rats-- that dwelled in their dingy courtyard.
His name was Tommy, wasn't it? And he’d be seventeen by now, she thought to herself. I wonder if he’s joined up and now chases Wehrmacht soldiers.
Odd that she remembered the neighbours but had no recollection whatsoever of where her own brothers had been stashed as babes--she only remembered them older, all sharing one messy, stinking bed, wrestling and laughing well into the night.
“We’ll think of something,” Demelza shrugged. She’d talk it over with Ross, though she hated to ask him for anything.
“Come, let’s finish our garden work before it rains.”
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In My Life Chapter 17
Devil in Her Heart
Written by Richard Drapkin aka “Ricky Dee”
Originally Performed by The Donays
This was a difficult chapter for me to write. My commute to work is making it difficult for me to find the time to write. Then when I finished it, my internet lines had been cut accidentally from digging to lay fiber optics, so it took a couple of days to send it to my beta, the wonderful Karen Bockius. Happy Birthday Karen!
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The lift opened on the 12th floor and a woman dressed more for a cocktail party than a business meeting, stepped out of the elevator. Her long, light brown hair was perfectly coiffed in the style of Rita Hayworth than someone in today’s world, and her makeup looked like it was professionally done to match her pale skin. She seemed to draw the attraction of everyone around her as she approached the main receptionist desk.
“Hello. I’m here to see Ross Poldark.” Of course she had a posh accent.
The receptionist didn’t blink an eye at her. “Do you have an appointment?”
“No. But he knows who I am and will see me.”
“And your name?”
“Elizabeth Poldark.”
The receptionist was startled for a moment recognizing the name but not able to place who this person was. “One moment please while I call back to his assistant.” She knew that Ross was going to be out of the office for a while, but she decided to call back to Jenny anyway. “Jenny, this is Ann at the front desk. I have someone up front who would like to see Mr. Poldark. Her name is Elizabeth Poldark.”
Jenny couldn’t believe her ears. She knew the history between Ross and Elizabeth and Francis and wasn’t about to let that woman in Ross’s office. “Ann, don’t tell her anything about Ross being on medical leave. Just say that he’s out of the office today. And don’t give out any of his personal information. Just say that we don’t give out personal information of employees. If that’s not good enough for her, call me again and I’ll come up.”
Ann was trying to act like what Jenny just told her wasn’t a big deal since Elizabeth was still standing right in front of her. “Right. Thank you.” She hung up with Jenny and looked up at Elizabeth. “I’m so sorry Mrs. Poldark, but Mr. Poldark is out of the office today.”
Oh. I guess I should’ve called first. Will he be in tomorrow?”
“I don’t know what his schedule is ma’am.”
Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at the receptionist. “Very well. Thank you.” And with that Elizabeth did a cool turn on her heels and headed back for the elevator.
A few minutes later Jenny came up to see Ann at the receptionist desk. “Is she gone?”
“Yes, she left right away. Who was that?”
“That woman is a troublemaker. Do not ever let her back to Ross’s office even if he is here.”
Ann seemed really puzzled by Jenny’s response. “Alright. She’s very beautiful. She reminded me of that cartoon character, Jessica Rabbit.”
“Oh she’s beautiful alright, but very cold. Remember what I said about her.” said Jenny.
*******
Ross’s surgeon had ordered IV antibiotics because of the infection in his foot. So now the visiting nurses were coming twice daily to administer the antibiotics. In between nurse visits, Jenny would stop by to work with Ross. On this particular day, she knew what she had to tell Ross was going to blow his mind.
“Jenny! It’s nice to see a friendly face. That nurse could use some lessons on how to smile once in a while! What do you have for me today?”
“Ross, you are not going to guess who stopped by the office to see you this morning.”
He frowned at Jenny. Something obviously was up at the office. He was thinking that one of the partners stopped by but that didn’t make sense because they all knew that he was working from home. “Who are you talking about, Jenny?”
“Elizabeth. Elizabeth Chenoweyth Poldark.”
Ross narrowed his eyes in disbelief. “What?! What in hell would Elizabeth be doing at the office?”
“She asked to see you. Ann from the front desk called me and I told her to tell her that you were out of the office for the day and not to give out any personal information. That bitch isn’t getting anywhere near you if I have anything to say about it!! The bloody nerve of her!”
Ross smiled to himself, loving the way Jenny was acting as his protector. “I don’t get it. Did she say what she wanted?”
“No. When Ann told her you were out of the office, she just said ‘Oh I should’ve called first’ and turned around and left. Does she know where you live?”
“Not as far as I know. I don’t think Francis even knows where I live. This just blows me away Jenny. What the fuck is she up to? Well you did the right thing, and I thank you for it. Besides, we don’t give out personal information of employees anyway.”
“That’s what I told Ann to say to her if Elizabeth started trying to find out something about you. Do you think she is trying to find you, make trouble for you somehow?”
“I don’t know what kind of trouble she could cause. More than likely she doesn’t know about Demelza. Although, Ruth ran into my family eating at a restaurant while I was in hospital. So I’m sure Ruth told her that I was in hospital recently.”
“Oh dear God, I don’t know which is worse, Ruth or Elizabeth.”
“You’re right on that score Jenny. Well let’s try to get some work done. I want to be as productive as possible while I’m away. I don’t want the partners thinking that I’m slacking.”
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After Jenny left Ross’s home, he decided to give Verity a call about the news of Elizabeth showing up at work. He didn’t want to let on to Jenny how much the news of Elizabeth showing up at the office bothered him, but he found it hard to concentrate on work the rest of the day.
“Verity hi, do you have time to talk?”
“Yes, I was just getting ready to leave the office. What’s up?”
“You’re not going to believe this, but Jenny told me that Elizabeth showed up at the office this morning asking for me.”
“What? Is Jenny sure that it was Elizabeth?”
“Yes. Jenny knows exactly who Elizabeth is and all of the sordid history. Besides, Elizabeth announced herself to the receptionist at the front desk. Do you think she knows where I live?”
Verity was trying to think if she had ever mentioned to Elizabeth where Ross lived.
“Ver?” Ross was starting to feel anxious.
“I’m sorry, I was just trying to think. I’m pretty sure that I have never told Elizabeth where you live. I don’t think I’ve ever told father or Francis where you live. I don’t remember the subject coming up to be honest with you. What do you think she wants?”
“I don’t know. But I really don’t want her sniffing around right now just when things are going so well with me and Demelza. Didn’t you and my parents run into Ruth at a restaurant while I was in hospital?”
“Yes, but there was no mention of where you lived. But I’m sure Ruth told her that she ran into us and that you were in the hospital as soon as she left the restaurant. Ross, if she shows up just shut the door in her face. You’ve moved on and no matter what she has to say you don’t need that rubbish in your life. I hardly see Francis or Elizabeth anymore, and if father gives me trouble over bringing Andrew home for Christmas, then I’m not going to go at all.”
“I told Demelza that you might not be going home for Christmas. You’re more than welcome to join us here if you’d like. Mum and da are coming up here for Christmas, so it will be the four of us along with Demelza’s brother, Drake.”
“Thank you Ross. We might take you up on your offer. I’ll let you know when I figure things out. I wouldn’t worry about Elizabeth. Maybe she was just in the city Christmas shopping and decided to stop by.”
“I hope it was nothing more than that, but I can’t help but worry about it.”
“If I hear anything more about it I’ll let you know. I have to go now, I’m meeting Andrew for dinner. Take care, love.”
“Right. Give Andrew my best. Cheers love.” Ross couldn’t help the uneasy feeling that he had. He really didn’t know what trouble Elizabeth could cause. He certainly didn’t have any feelings towards her or Francis other than pure disgust. Part of him had felt like he should reconcile at least with Francis since it has been so many years ago, and they are family after all. But every time he had run into Francis at family events, the hair stood up on the back of his neck.
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Ross was trying to keep his mind off of Elizabeth but it was proving to be difficult. Demelza was performing with the orchestra tonight and had been gone most of the day for a gig at one of the malls, so he hadn’t seen her all day. He tried texting Dwight.
Hey mate what are you up to? 💡
One overdose, a broken arm and a lacerated forehead. 🤕😷🤮 What are you up to?
Oh fuck. Never mind. Are you off tomorrow?
Yeah, you want me to swing by?
If you don’t mind. You won’t believe what I have to tell you.
Sounds mysterious. Are you pregnant?
Lol. I wish. That would be a lot nicer.
Okay, I’ll come by after I get some sleep.
K. Night mate.
I’m afraid there won’t be any sleeping for me tonight. But you enjoy the warm body next to you!
Bullocks. So no Dwight, no Demelza. He had thought about not telling Demelza about Elizabeth’s little visit until he knew more about what was going on. But then he thought twice about it and how they had said they would always be honest with each other, so he decided to stay up until she got home. So he decided to drink beer and play some video games until Demeza came home. Apparently it worked because when Demelza came through the front door, she found Ross asleep on the sofa, head leaning back on a pillow with the game controller in one hand, an empty beer in the other hand, and a few crisps on his shirt. Demelza couldn’t help but take a picture of her normally sexy boyfriend in such a position. She was able to remove the beer bottle from one hand, but when she went to remove the game controller from the other hand it caused him to jump, which caused Demelza to jump! “Judas Ross, you scared me!”
“Well you scared me! I’m sorry. Are you alright?”
Demelza was chuckling, “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Why didn’t you go to bed?” She was trying to brush the crisp crumbs from his shirt. Finally Ross just took it off.
“Well, I was trying to stay up for you.” Demelza could tell he was a little flustered. “I missed you today and I wanted to stay up and see you and talk with you. I um, just come here, I need a hug.” Ross said.
She sat down close to Ross. “Aww, baby come here, I’ll give you a hug.” Demelza wrapped her arms around Ross and was rubbing his back. Ross smiled to himself when she called him ‘baby’. He had the feeling that she was trying to sound out pet names for him, and he knew it wasn’t something that came natural to her. “What’s wrong? You seem out of sorts.” She pulled back and looked at him and was running her fingers through his hair.
“I feel better now that you’re home. Something happened at the office today that I need to talk to you about because we always say that we will always be honest with each other…”
She frowned at him, “Ross what happened? You’re scaring me.”
“You’ve met my assistant Jenny haven’t you? She’s from where I live in Cornwall, her family is close to mine.” Demelza shook her head. “Well she came by today with work for me, and she was all upset because Elizabeth stopped by the office this morning looking for me.”
“What? Elizabeth… as in your ex-girlfriend Elizabeth that cheated on you with your cousin?”
“And married my cousin, and now has a child with him. Yes, that Elizabeth.”
“What would she ever want? Did you talk to her?”
“No, I didn't talk to her. My guard dog-of-an-assistant Jenny told the receptionist to tell her that I was out of the office for the day. Apparently she didn’t say much to that and then left.”
Demelza started removing her high heels that were killing her feet. “So you have no idea what she wanted?”
“None whatsoever. Jenny reminded the receptionist that we don’t ever give out personal information of the employees and left it at that. I called Verity and spoke to her about it to see if maybe she had ever told Frances or Elizabeth where I live, and she doesn’t think she’s ever told them or her father. She was just hoping that maybe she was in the city shopping and decided to stop by to see me. Would you like for me to rub your feet, my love?”
She smiled. “That would be lovely. The tree always smells so good when I walk into the house. Hmmmm, well Ross you are the one that knows her. What do you think?”
He grabbed Demelza’s legs and pulled them into his lap so that he could rub her feet, and sighed. “I honestly don’t know what to think. It’s not like she can cause any trouble for me or us. I love you, and I am totally devoted to you. Even if you are starting to steal my Star Wars shirts!”
“Why, whatever do you mean?” Demelza batted her eyes at him innocently.
“Look at you being all coy with me! You’ve been gone all day and night. I bet you’re knackered.”
“Oh I am. And I’m hungry but I’m too tired to eat. Let’s just go to bed.”
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Demelza had helped Ross get situated in bed with his foot, being careful not to bump his IV lock in his hand. She had gone into the bathroom to change into Ross’s Star Wars jammas and brushed her teeth. She came out of the bathroom wearing the evidence.
Ross pointed at her, “Aha! I rest my case!”
“I’m sorry, I haven’t had time to do laundry. What do you want me to do, take it off?”
“Now there’s a thought!”
She turned off the overhead light and climbed into bed. “Haha, very funny. If I can wait for the full two weeks for the pill to take effect, so can you. Oh that reminds me, Caroline and I have a girls day planned for tomorrow. I hope you don’t mind. We haven’t had a chance to go out with just the two of us in so long.” She snuggled into Ross’s arms.
“Of course I don’t mind. But I am curious as to why the thought of waiting two weeks for the pill to take effect reminds you of going out with Caroline tomorrow?”
“Oh, no reason.” Demelza didn’t want to tell Ross that she was going for her first bikini wax the next day.
Ross turned around so he could look Demelza in the eye and raised an eyebrow. “That didn’t sound too convincing. What are two up to?”
“Nothing Ross. We’re just doing girl things… you know, mani pedis, lunch, wine, gossip, all perfectly harmless.”
“Hmmm. Alright, if you say so.” He leaned down to give her a sensuous kiss. He began to nibble at her ear, “You know I’ll eventually get it out of you, Melza,” and then started tickling her.
“Judas Ross!! Stop!” She was laughing, but was secretly enjoying it. “Stop! There’s nothin to worry bout. It’s all perfectly harmless girl stuff!”
“Why do I have a feeling that there is nothing perfectly harmless about Caroline Penvenen.”
Demelza was smiling up at him with those sparkling blue eyes, “Ross Poldark, do I need to be jealous the way you are talking about another woman in bed with me?”
Ross shook his head, and with his sexiest voice replied “Oh no my love. My heart, soul and body belongs totally to you Miss Demelza Carne. I am totally yours.” He leaned down to kiss her lovingly. She finally broke away from him out of breath, “And I am totally yours Ross.”
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The next morning Ross received a text from Dwight that he was going to come over and check his foot. Demelza had already left for her girls day with Caroline so he was excited to be able to spend some time alone with his best friend. Since Demelza and Caroline had come into their lives, there hadn’t been much male bonding time.
How about I stop and pick up a pizza and some beer on my way? 😁
Cheers! Lookin forward to it!
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Seamus was laying on the sofa next to Ross when Dwight came in the front door. The ferocious beast raised his head to see who it was and then laid it back down.
“Dwight, c’mon in. I’m just wasting away here with Seamus. I think I’ve finally gotten the hang of who is who on Coronation Street. Pizza smells great.”
“I wasn’t sure if Demelza was around so I brought enough for the three of us.”
“Oh no she’s with Caroline on their girls day out. I figured you knew all about it?”
Dwight was handing out pizza and a bear to Ross. “Ahhh no. Actually I haven’t spoken with Caroline in a couple of days. We’ve been shorthanded at the hospital again, so I’ve been pulling extra shifts to help out. I have tonight off so I was going to call her later and see if she wanted to do something.”
“Ouch. You haven’t spoken with her in a couple of days? Isn’t she kind of high maintenance?”
“She can be. But I told her what was going on at work, so hopefully she understands. I’m not the only one who is putting in the extra hours.”
“Well, for your sake mate, I hope she understands. Other than work, how are things with her going?”
“I think pretty well. She doesn’t tend to let her guard down with everyone, so I’m working on that little by little. I think it’s a trust issue from losing her parents at such a young age. That and growing up with her posh uncle doesn’t help matters. Your dad mentioned that he knows her uncle?”
“Oh yes, that’s right. I’ve met him a time or two at different events. He’s very nice, but old school. Are you going there over the holidays?”
“Not sure yet. We haven’t firmed up plans for the holidays. I don’t want to leave my da alone at Christmas.”
“No I don’t blame you there. Mum and da are comin here for Christmas because of my foot and Demelza’s performance schedule. Verity and her beau might be joining us. You know you’re always welcome.”
“Thanks mate. We’ll see. That’s a beautiful tree by the way. You did a great job with it.”
“Ah, that was all Demelza and her brother. I sat back and supervised a little. It was so much fun going to Selfridge’s and then picking out the tree. Watching Demelza and Drake was like watching little kids decorate their first tree. In a way, I guess it was.”
“So it seems like things are going well for the two of you. I assume that you’ve finally told her about Claude Anthony’s death, and Elizabeth.”
“Yeah, yeah. I don’t know what I was so worried about. She was very understanding about everything. Ever since our talk things have been wonderful between us, but that does remind me… You know my assistant Jenny?”
“Yeah the girl from Cornwall.”
“Yes, Zachy’s niece. She came by yesterday with work for me but she was all in a tizzy because… you’re not going to believe this, Elizabeth stopped by the office.” He was watching for the expression on his friend’s face.
Dwight just about dropped his plate of pizza. “Wait, what? Elizabeth Chenowyth, your ex-fiance?”
“Well Elizabeth Poldark now, but yeah, the one and the same.”
“What the hell did she want?”
Ross was shaking his head, “Dunno. According to Jenny, she stopped at the front desk asking for me, and Jenny told the receptionist to tell her that I was out for the day. She apparently didn’t say anything else, and just turned around and left. I really don’t know what to make of it. What do you think?”
“I… bloody …. I … I really don’t know what to think of it. She didn’t say anything else?”
“Nope. She asked for me, and when she was told that I was out for the day, she left. Jenny reminded the receptionist that we don’t give out personal information of employees. And that was that.”
“Does she know where you live?”
“Not that I know of. I called Verity and she was just as shocked as I was. I asked her if she had ever mentioned to Frances or Elizabeth where I live, and she said that she hadn’t. Verity thought that maybe she was just in the city for shopping and decided to stop in and see me.”
“No, no I don’t believe that do you? Elizabeth doesn’t ever do anything without a reason.”
“That’s how I feel about it, but I can’t imagine what it might be. Ruth probably told her that I had been in hospital, so maybe she was just wondering what was wrong with me.”
Dwight was looking pensive, “Could be. Hopefully that’s it. Doesn’t she have a son?”
“Yeah, she and Francis have a son named Geoffrey Charles. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him. I guess he would be around five by now.”
“Have you asked your mum about it?”
“No, maybe I should.”
“Did you tell Demelza?”
“I wasn’t going to at first, but then I thought I didn’t want to start out our relationship by hiding something after I had just told her that I wouldn’t ever keep things from her. She took it well. But then again she doesn’t know Elizabeth like you and I do.”
“Well, I guess the only thing you can do is just keep an ear to the ground.”
“So change of subject… have you ever… slept with a virgin?”
Dwight just about spit out his beer! “Bloody hell that’s one hell of a change in subject!” He had to cough a couple of times. “I take it that’s your current situation.”
“Yes, yes it is. I don’t want to hurt her. I’m kind of nervous about it.”
Dwight could tell that his friend was nervous about the situation. “Do you want your friend to answer the question, or your doctor?”
Ross mulled everything over in his brain for a second. “Both?”
“Well as your doctor speaking, yes it probably will hurt the first time for her, and there may even be a little blood, as happens with most females. As a friend….yes, I have slept with a virgin before. I thought you knew that? Do you remember Cathy back in uni?”
Ross was furrowing his brows now, “Cathy? Why don’t I remember a Cathy?”
“I can’t believe you don’t remember Cathy! Sweet girl, long blonde hair, education major. We dated for almost a year Ross!”
Ross finally came to the realisation about Cathy, “Ohhh I thought her name was Katrina!”
“Ross!!! I dated a woman for almost a year and you didn’t even know her name? You’re hopeless, or at least you were. I think Demelza has finally knocked some sense into you.”
“Okay, can we get back to the subject at hand please. I don’t want to hurt her, and I just want to make her first time special. I keep wondering if I should plan a weekend away, someplace romantic, or… I don’t know.”
“You pillock! Don’t put so much pressure on yourself. Just let it happen naturally. I can’t believe that you of all people are so nervous about this. You sure have fallen hard!”
“I knooooow! Which is why I want it to be perfect for her. I was thinking of somewhere where there is snow.”
“Snow?”
“She loves snow! Just look at the bloody Christmas tree! She picked out snowflakes for the ornaments!”
Dwight was laughing at his friend now, “So you’re going to whisk her up to the alps? Blow hard on an alphorn!” They were both laughing by now. “So are you going to propose on this magical weekend in the alps?”
“You twat! Well, I don’t think I am, but I do see us getting married in the future.”
“Oh brother you are really gone man. I’m going to go wash my hands so that I can check out your foot while you plan your romantic weekend in the alps!”
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Demelza and Caroline were well on their way for a fun girl’s day to ward off the stress of the last few weeks. First was a morning at a day spa. Caroline had an idea of what was in Demelza’s future, so she thought this type of day would make the perfect Christmas gift for Demelza, and for Ross in turn! They decided that a full body nourishing wrap would be the ticket to a ‘calming, full body mask, rich in sea minerals and a hydrating gel that leaves skin smooth and moisturised’. In addition to this they were treated to a ‘hydrating and soothing facial’. And of course they had to have a mani pedi! Caroline’s ‘gift’ also included a waxing of Demelza’s choice.
“Caroline, I’m starting to think I really don’t want a Brazilian wax.”
“Oh just give it a try. You don’t have to go all crazy with a Brazilian wax. Just get a bikini wax!”
“Doesn’t it hurt?”
“Of course it hurts. But it doesn’t last long. Trust me. Once you have had it done once, you can’t live without it.
Demelza sighed. “Somehow I doubt that.”
They entered the area where the waxing took place. There was peaceful music piped in throughout the rooms with mood lighting as if that would soothe the clientele. There were two women standing at a desk.
Caroline spoke up, “Hello my name is Caroline Penvenen, and this is my friend Demelza Carne. I believe we have appointments.”
One of the girls spoke up, “Yes, we have you scheduled. Do you know which type of waxing that you’d like to have done?”
“I’m going to have a Brazilian, and my friend here is new to this, and she’s going to have a bikini wax.”
“Don’t worry Demelza, you’re in good hands. My name is Zara and I’ll be your esthetician today. Caroline you will be with Vanna. We suggest that you both go to the toilet and relieve your bladders before we get started. The restrooms are right behind you and when you’re finished we will get started. At this point Demelza couldn’t speak and was just shaking her head in response to the questions.
******
Caroline and Demelza went into their separate rooms. Demelza looked at the table in fear. Zara asked “Demelza do you have any questions for me?”
“Um right not at this moment.”
“Okay we’ll just get started then. Oh and your friend will probably be a little bit longer than you since she is getting a Brazilian wax. That usually takes a bit more time.” Demelza just shook her head again.
******
Caroline could hear Demelza yelling “Judaaaas” at the first couple of pulls. She looked at the esthetician that was doing her wax. “It’s the dear girl’s first wax. I told her it would hurt!”
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They were leaving the day spa, Demelza walking slightly awkward. “Caroline I can’t believe you talked me into getting waxed! That was torture!!”
Caroline smugly said, “The more you have it done the less it hurts. Now let’s get some lunch, I’m starving!”
After lunch, Caroline insisted on taking Demelza shopping for lingerie.
“Caroline, you really don’t have to do this. I can shop for lingerie on my own.”
“I know, but I just thought this would be a fun way to end our girl’s day out. Now let’s see, what colour should you wear for the big event?”
“Shhhhh Caroline! Not so loud!”
“Do you want to go virginal white? Or maybe something wilder like black or maybe a cheetah print!?”
Demelza was turning a couple shades of red by now and was looking around to see if anyone was staring at them. “Bloody hell. I really could’ve done this on my own. Lord knows it would have been quieter!”
“Ohhhh how about this one. It’s not the virginal white, but this soft greyish lavender is pretty. So do you want something like a two piece outfit, or maybe something like a baby doll with more coverage? Maybe you should take a couple of different outfits home with you and see what you feel comfortable in.”
“I don’t know Caroline. It’s all so expensive and I am not letting you pay for anything else today! Christmas or not! I just know I don’t want anything slutty looking. Maybe I will get a baby doll. I think I’d feel more comfortable in something like that.”
At the end of their shopping spree, Caroline had bought some new bras and knickers, and a couple of new lingerie outfits. Demelza had stayed true to herself and went with a conservative baby doll outfit, and a couple of new bras and knickers. She wondered what Ross would think of what she picked out.
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On the drive back to Ross’s place, they were both giggling about their day. Caroline said, “I don’t know why I bothered buying new lingerie. I haven’t seen Dwight in days! Apparently they’re short staffed at the hospital so he’s been filling in, and let me tell you I’m not happy about it one bit.”
“Ohh he’s a good doctor. Give him a break Caroline, he can’t just let the ER go unstaffed. Are you taking him with you to your Uncle Ray’s for Christmas?”
“I haven’t asked Uncle Ray about it yet. He’s still set on me marrying a ‘landed gentry’. He’s definitely stuck in the wrong century. What about you and Ross? Are you going to Cornwall for Christmas?”
“No, his folks are coming up here. Oh Caroline you have to come inside and see our tree!”
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Caroline parked the car in the drive next to Dwight’s car. “Huh. Would you look at that! I haven’t seen the bloke for days, but I see he finds the time for his best mate! The wanker!”
“Oh Caroline don’t be too upset. Maybe he’s just checking on Ross’s foot.”
“For his sake, he better be performing a brain transplant!!”
Demelza couldn’t help but laugh at her friend.
*******
Demelza tried to go through the door first to warn Dwight that Caroline was with her, but Caroline started yelling before the door was closed. Demelza barely sat her packages down before she started in on the poor lad.
“Doctor Enys! It seems that if I want to see you, I have to enter the Poldark abode. How have you been? It’s been decades since you’ve darkened my doorstep.”
Ross and Demelza gave each other a look like they both wanted to crawl under a table somewhere.
Dwight stood up to go over and greet Caroline with a kiss. “Now Caroline, it hasn’t been decades. I was just checking up on Ross and his foot to make sure he was healing well.”
Ross spoke up to defend his friend. “It’s true Caroline. The old bandages are in the bin in my bathroom if you want to check out his story. And he even removed my stitches!” Luckily the pizza box and beer had been put away in the kitchen to hide the evidence.
Demelza moved to sit next to Ross. “Really? Oh Dwight that’s good news isn’t it? Does it mean that his foot is better?”
Dwight had pulled Caroline to come sit on his lap in the chair. “Yes. That extra shot of antibiotics that I gave him did the trick. There’s no more sign of infection. I think next week he could return to the office on one of those knee scooters if he’d like. It’s best to stay non weight bearing for the next couple of weeks as much as possible. Just an occasional toe touch.”
“Oh that’s wonderful news! That means you can be up a little bit by the time Christmas comes around. Oh Caroline, what do you think of our tree!”
“It’s beautiful. I love the colours. It definitely looks like a Demelza Christmas tree with all of the snowflakes!”
Ross smiled at Demelza proudly and kissed her hand. “Is anyone hungry? I could cook us some dinner. I think we are going to have some spaghetti and garlic bread tonight.” Demelza said.
Dwight cleared his throat, “Thank you Demelza, but since I have the night off, I was going to ask Caroline if she would like to have dinner with me tonight.” He raised his brow at the blonde sitting on his lap.
“Well, Dr. Enys, I suppose I can forgive you for your visit here since you were performing professional duties. But I insist on your attention for the rest of the evening. If you’re lucky I might even model for you some of my purchases from our shopping spree this afternoon.” And with that she raised up from Dwight’s lap, allowing Dwight to stand up.
“Ross, be sure to give the therapist that script I wrote for your scooter. Call me if you need anything.” Demelza started to stand up to show them out. “Don’t bother getting up Demelza. We’ll show ourselves out. It was lovely to see you again.”
Ross yelled out as Dwight and Caroline left, “Thanks for stopping by mate!”
The door closed behind them and Ross looked at Demelza with this incredulous look on his face. “Hurricane Caroline has left the building!! What the fuck was that all about?? Did she drink her lunch or what!”
Demelza started laughing. “No, she only had one glass of wine at lunch. She was just very upset because Dwight has been working overtime at the hospital, and hasn’t been to see her in awhile. Only then to pull into the drive and find his car here. I tried to tell her that he was probably just here to check on your foot.”
“Well, in all honesty, he had brought lunch for us both and we had a few beers and chatted. But he really did check my foot. We haven’t seen each other in a while ya know. We’re best mates and sometimes best mates need to catch up too. I wanted to talk to him about Elizabeth showing up at the office. But bloody hell, that was not a very nice way to greet him if you ask me. I don’t think Dwight will put up with being talked to like that for very long. He may seem meek and mild, but he does have a spine about him.”
“I know. She gets all in a tizzy sometimes, but she’s not usually that bad. I don’t know what has gotten into her. Like I said, she mentioned that she hadn’t seen him for a while. Maybe she’s feeling a little insecure about their relationship or something.” She scooted closer to Ross and he gave her a kiss on her temple.
“That’s a funny way of showing insecurity. Oh well. Let them sort it out I guess. Did you have a nice time today? I see the bags you brought in. I hope you spoiled yourself for a change.”
Demelza was hoping that he hadn’t seen the bags. “Oh yes, we had a wonderful time. I didn’t spoil myself but rather Caroline did. She usually does something like this at Christmastime as a gift for me. We went to the spa for a couple of hours, had lunch, and did a bit of shopping.”
Ross smiled at her, “Well it sounds like you had fun. I’m glad you went. Did you buy anything interesting?” Ross was looking at the bags again.
“Oh, um, no, just girl stuff. Are you hungry? Does spaghetti sound alright?”
He was starting to suspect that she was trying to change the subject, and gave her a sly smile. He remembered what Caroline said to Dwight about modelling her purchases. “Spaghetti is fine but only if you feel up to cooking.”
“Oh yes, I’m fine after all of that laying around at the spa. I’ll get started in a few.” She started to get up and he pulled her back into his lap.
“No need to hurry off so soon Melza. I did miss you.” He put his hands on her face and brought her down so he could give her a kiss, which led to another kiss, and another on her ear and down her neck. “Mmmm you smell delicious. What kind of lotion did they use on you at the spa?”
“Umm I believe it was something with cucumber. Do you like it?”
“Yes, I do. Very much so. Maybe Santa should put some in your stocking!” Just then Ross’s stomach growled.
Demelza chuckled. “Ross you have the loudest stomach growl that I’ve ever heard! I better get up and fix dinner.”
“Oh I guess.”
“Shall I dabble some sauce behind my ear?” Demelza was joking with him.
“Now there’s an idea!”
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Dwight had opened Caroline’s car door for her and looked her in her eyes. “How about we go back to mine and order pizza in.”
“Really Dwight, we haven’t seen each other in days and you just want to stay home and order pizza? I thought you’d want to take me somewhere nice.”
“I think it would be nice to go back to mine for a little peace and quiet. Maybe talk.”
“Talk. That sounds ominous. Are you about to dump me?”
“No Caroline, of course not. Look, I’ve got a couple bottles of wine, and I’ll give you my house key so you can get in while I’m picking up a pizza, alright?” He leaned in to give her a kiss. “It’ll be nice just to relax and have some quiet time together.”
She gave him a look like she wasn’t sure what was going on, but she decided to go along with it. “Alright. I’ll meet you at yours. Pick up a salad with the pizza, yeah?”
Dwight smiled at her, “Yeah. Drive safe.”
*******
Demelza and Ross were about to sit down for dinner when her phone went off.
😭 Well I’ve gone and done it. I think Dwight wants to break up with me tonight!!
Demelza looked at her phone, “Oh no!”
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s Caroline… she thinks Dwights wants to break up with her tonight! Do you think Dwight would do that? Did he say anything to you like that?”
Ross was shaking his head, “No, he didn’t say anything like that at all. Why does she think he wants to break up with her?”
What are u talking about? Y do u think he wants to break up?
Because he said those 4 dreaded words… WE NEED TO TALK!!! What else could that mean?
“Oh no. He told Caroline that they need to talk!”
Ross tried not to smile. “Demelza, that doesn’t necessarily mean that he wants to break up. Maybe he just wants to talk about plans for Christmas…”
Demelza rolled her eyes, “Ross be serious, a guy doesn’t say ‘We need to talk’ when he wants to talk about Christmas plans.”
“Or maybe he just wants to hang out and relax, and talk a little bit about how she reacted to seeing him here with me. It doesn’t mean that he wants to break up with her. Caroline needs to calm down.”
She sighed. “Maybe you’re right.”
Caroline, try to calm down. Ross said he didn’t say anything to him about wanting to break up with you. 🙏
Well that’s something I guess. I better go, he just pulled in the drive.
Okay. Call me if you need me, and try to relax! 🫶 Love you!
Ross was quietly inhaling his spaghetti, keeping his mouth shut so that he didn’t say the wrong thing. “Spaghetti is very good, love. Yours is getting cold.”
Demelza tried to give him a stern look but it didn’t work. She couldn’t help but laugh at him and started eating her dinner.
*******
Things were a bit awkward over at Dwight’s place. Caroline wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself so she tried to busy herself with getting plates and forks for the salad. Dwight could tell she was feeling anxious so he went over and put his arms around her to calm her down.
“Caroline, calm down…”
She quickly interrupted him, “How can I calm down when you tell me that ‘we need to talk’! Those words are like the kiss of death to a woman and can only mean one thing.”
He pulled her by the hand to sit down on the sofa. “I don’t want to break up with you. But I don’t like the way you reacted when you saw me at Ross’s place. It was not very pleasant to be talked to like that in front of our friends. I’m sorry that I’ve been working a lot lately, but that’s part of my job. We can’t let the ED go unstaffed.”
Caroline looked down at their hands. “I’m sorry. I just… when I saw you sitting there with Ross … having a good time, I felt almost jealous. I know that sounds weird, but it made me feel like you really didn’t want to be with me and would rather be with Ross.”
“Caroline, where were you all day?”
“With Demelza. You know that.”
“Right. She’s your best mate, like Ross is my best mate. You wanted to spend time with her, just like I wanted to spend time with Ross. Plus I really did need to check his foot.”
“So you weren’t avoiding spending time with me?”
“No, of course not. I care a great deal about you Caroline, and I want us to get to know each other more. But you have to understand my work and what it means to be in a relationship with a doctor. I don’t have a practice to worry about, but I do work long hours. Only you can be the one to decide if you can handle being in a relationship with a doctor.”
“Well that was heavy.”
Dwight smiled back at her comment and brushed a small tear from her eye.
“I think I can handle you being a doctor, if you can handle my insecurities once in a while. Deal?” Caroline extended her hand.
Dwight shook her hand. “Deal. But I’d much rather kiss on it, than shake on it.” And with that, Dwight and Caroline kissed and made up. A lot.
******
Demelza heard her phone ding again while she was putting away the dinner dishes. Ross handed her the phone… “I believe it’s for you,” he smirked.
💋👩❤️👨
“Ohhhh my!”
“Good news?”
Demelza showed him Caroline’s text. “I guess so! What do you think!”
“Looks like they’ve kissed and made up! That is, if there was anything to kiss and make up for. Speaking of kissing…” Ross pulled Demelza in for a kiss but unfortunately she stepped on his bad foot making him do a little dance.
“Oh Ross, I’m sorry. Let’s go sit down, I’m done in here.”
“Ohh don’t fuss over me. Remember Dwight took the stitches out today.”
“Yes, but he did say to still take it easy and only toe touch on that foot.”
“Well, I was doing that until you stepped on my foot!” Demelza punched him in the stomach, and he faked doubling over. “Ouch! Are you trying to knock the breath from me!”
“Ha ha! If I wanted to do that I would’ve punched you a lot harder. Now go through! I’ve just remembered I need to practice for tomorrow since I was off galavanting today.”
Ross lovingly tucked her hair behind her ear. “Mmmm don’t have to tell me twice. I love to sit and listen to you practice my love.”
*******
Seamus was at Ross’s side while he was reading through Drake’s paperwork for a possible business loan while enjoying the Christmas music Demelza was playing. After a bit he gave up trying to concentrate, and just sat back to enjoy the moment. Seamus was nuzzling Ross’s hand for some attention which he gave him. Ross whispered to Seamus, “This is what I want, boy. This is what I want for the rest of my life - for the rest of our life together”. Ross was picturing life with Demelza. She would be playing her cello while he played with their children on the floor, Seamus laying nearby. Taking the children to watch their mum play in concerts. Maybe have a larger home outside of the city, with a large garden, room for Seamus to run around with the kids, maybe play some football. Dinners with mum and da visiting. Caroline and Dwight would make the perfect Godparents he thought, or maybe even Drake and Verity? He wouldn’t mind the longer commute to work… “I’m getting a little ahead of myself Seamus!”
“About what?” Demelza asked. Ross hadn’t noticed that the cello had stopped.
“Oh! Oh, um this loan for Drake. I was getting ahead of myself with it. Yeah, yeah, I think I might ask my da if he would be willing to be a silent partner or investor. That might help to get Drake a loan.” Ross grabbed her hand.
“Oh, have you talked to Drake about it?”
“No, I thought I’d ask da first to see if he would be willing before I get Drake’s hopes up. That’s what I meant when I said that I was getting ahead of myself. Do you think Drake would mind having a partner in the business?”
“I don’t know, maybe not if it meant that he could be his own boss. I’m going to get ready for bed. Does Seamus need to go out?”
“I’ll lock up and take care of him and then I’ll be in.” Their bedtime routine was becoming more reassuring Ross thought to himself.
Demelza leaned over and kissed him and Ross noticed that she grabbed her shopping bags and took them into the bedroom with her. This really got Ross curious.
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Ross had locked up the house, took care of Seamus and turned out the lights and the tree. He walked into the bedroom and noticed the shopping bags again, now in the closet. Demelza was still in the shower, so Ross contemplated having a peak at what she bought. It couldn’t hurt to take a peek could it? Maybe it was a present for him? It is Christmas soon. The bathroom door was still closed, so he tried to step quietly to the closet… “Ross!” He nearly jumped out of skin! “What the bloody hell are you doing?”
“Nothing! Nothing at all!!”
“I swear you are like a two year old sneaking around looking for Christmas presents!”
“No I’m not! Besides, what are you hiding?”
“None of your bloody business! If I had wanted you to see it, I would’ve shown it to you.”
Ross smiled, “Sooo, it is a Christmas present for me!”
“Maybe. Maybe not. Now step away from the closet Ross!”
“Oh alright.” He went into the bathroom to change into his pyjamas.
Demelza stuck her tongue out at him as he walked by. She didn’t realise that Ross would be such a nosey bugger. Now where am I going to hide these bags from him! For now she decided to leave them where they were. They were going to sleep soon anyway.
Demelza jumped in bed on her side of the bed. Her side of the bed she thought. I have a side of the bed already. She looked at the night stand by her with her lotion, chapstick and tissues on it. “Bloody hell.” She said out loud.
“What’s the matter?” Ross said as he opened the door which in turn made Demelza jump.
“Judas Ross! You could warn a girl.”
“Warn you about what? I just opened the door?”
“Oh nothing. Get in bed.”
Ross turned off the overhead light and climbed into bed. “You didn’t answer my question?”
“What question?”
“I asked what was the matter when you said ‘bloody hell’. Is something wrong?” He snuggled up to his redhead and looked up into her face.
“Oh nothing really. I just happened to notice that I have a ‘my side’ of the bed now, with a few of my things on the ‘my night stand’ and I don’t know how that happened.”
This made Ross smile, “Oh yeees I’ve noticed that. I kinda like it.” He snuggled even closer to her if that was possible.
Demelza chuckled at him, “Oh you do, do you.”
“I do. And I like the way that sounds, don’t you?!”
She snuggled down to get closer to Ross’s face and smiled, “I do.” Ross gasped at that and smiled. He couldn’t help but wrap his arms around the woman he loved and kissed her with everything he had. “Mmmm I definitely do,” he said.
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This is a link to the negligee that I had in mind for Demelza! https://www.amazon.com/ADSEXY-Lavender-Lingerie-Sleepwear-Nightgown/dp/B09PDMQ968/ref=sr_1_4?keywords=lavender%2Blingerie&qid=1664662056&qu=eyJxc2MiOiI3LjU1IiwicXNhIjoiNi44NyIsInFzcCI6IjUuNzQifQ%3D%3D&sr=8-4&th=1
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I've never heard this song before, but the lyrics seem perfect for Elizabeth!!
“Devil in His Heart”
The Beatles did a cover of this song that was by The Donays, originally released in 1962. It was written by Richard Drapkin, aka “Ricky Dee”. The Beatles version was recorded on July 18, 1963 with George Harrison on lead vocal.
(She’s got the devil in her heart)
But her eyes, they tantalize
(She’s going to tear your heart apart)
Oh, her lips, they really thrill me
I’ll take my chances, for romance is
So important to me
She’ll never hurt me, she won’t desert me
She’s an angel sent to me
(She’s got the devil in her heart)
No, No, this I can’t believe
(She’s going to tear your heart apart)
No, no, nay will she deceive
I can’t believe that she’ll ever, ever go
Not when she hugs me and says she loves me so
She’ll never hurt me, she won’t desert me
Listen, can’t you see?
(She’s got the devil in her heart(
Oh, no, no, no, this I can’t believe
(She’s going to tear your heart apart)
No, no, nay will she deceive
Don’t take chances if your romance is
So important to you
She’ll never hurt me, she won’t desert me
She’s an angel sent to me
(She’s got the devil in her heart(
Oh, no, no, no, this I can’t believe
(She’s going to tear your heart apart)
No, no, nay will she deceive
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I demand a WIP quote (please? Also thank you).
Aww🥰 Okay!!
I have this one Bridgerton story I want to work on that’s set in the Regency. (Writing in the regency is very intimidating!) In my head, I’ve titled it “Regency Runaways,” and it’s a canon-compliant story in which Kate and Anthony steal a few days away from the prying eyes of then public before they’re married. I have a detailed outline, but just a tiny little bit actually written:
“My need for solitude barely lasted a day before I realized that I did not wish to be alone at all. I wished to be away from society. Simply put, what I truly wanted was to be alone with you.”
But I am going to put something extra out there for you— because otherwise I honestly don’t think it’ll ever see the light of day. 😆
About two years ago I tried to do a modern Poldark AU in which Demelza left Ross after his infidelity, and then began dating Hugh (with Ross/Demelza endgame). It was very angsty but therapeutic for me. I never finished it and I don’t know that I ever will, but I know you from that fandom so I unpacked a tiny piece of it for you:
While she wavered, Ross took the opportunity to ask: “Are you here on your own?” Was it her imagination, or did the question sound a little… shy? Had he hesitated as he began to ask it?
Taking another deep breath, Demelza resolutely met his eyes. After all, she reminded herself, she had nothing to be ashamed of.
“No,” she began slowly. “I’m not. I’m here…Actually I’m here with…”
There was nothing for it. Hugh had almost reached their little circle. She steeled herself.
“I’m… on a … date.” She stammered out (rather lamely, she thought) as she felt Hugh’s hand graze the small of her back. Her eyes instinctively rushed to meet Ross’s, and she immediately wished they hadn’t.
The glowing expression on his face had fallen completely. He looked…rather crestfallen. His hurt expression bore right into Demelza. Even Verity’s countenance betrayed a startled reaction.
You’re doing nothing wrong. You’re doing nothing wrong. He has no right to be upset. Yet her heart squeezed in her chest - a painful tightening - at the look of hurt in his eyes.
Thank you for the ask (even if it got a little long)!! I love your writing a whole bunch so I’m kind of fangirling. 🥰
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Thank you, @tortoisesshells for the kind tag! Sorry for the delay in responding-- work conference, Covid recovery, band geek mom triple threat.
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
845. You read that correctly. Several proper drabbles and at least two co-authored fics, including the Mansion House Murder Hotel round robin.
2. What's your total A03 words count?
1,453,769. Again, that includes some co-written fic I am not inclined to parse for my exact count.
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Mercy Street, Foyle's War, Shadow and Bone, Poldark, A Discovery of Witches, Anne of Green Gables, Little Women, The Last of Us, GLOW, Downton Abbey, Frozen, James Bond, Star Wars, The Hour, Ted Lasso, Sanditon, Dune, Leap/Ballerina, Brooklyn 99, The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, Gilmore Girls, Far From The Madding Crowd, Emma, Betsy-Tacy, and a few others.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
"what it is to be a thin crescent moon" (SAB), "A Wife--at daybreak I shall be" (AOGG), "Point and Click" (SAB, modern AU), "Bear with the truths I would tell you now," (Emma), "The subtlest fold of the heart" (AOGG)
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I do. At a bare minimum, I try to thank the commenter for taking the time to read. In the halcyon days of Mercy Street, I wrote long, discursive essay-comments because that was our vibe. I am not always prompt, but I do try to get back to people, though sometimes if the comment is very thoughtful, it takes me a while because I want to give an equivalent response.
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Probably "Because I could not stop for Death," a Mercy Street fic where I wrote vignettes where I killed someone in each of the 18 installments, though I did end the whole thing killing the agreed-upon most loathsome character. I don't tend to write fics with angsty endings, though I don't mind writing it midway.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
This is tough, because I mostly write HEA. I'm going to pick a relatively deep cut and say "Always a Bridesmaid," the Mercy Street modern au rom-com, since the whole thing is a fairly giddy romp.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
A little. I've received 1-2 negative comments on AO3 and once wrote a gift-fic for someone in the Reylo fandom and got attacked on what was then Twitter and Tumblr by fans of the writer I was gifting, even though I had offered to the writer to take the story down. I now only write gift-fic for people I have some relationship with.
9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?
Yes. It's full of consent, sometimes awkward (who else has written crappy postpartum sex on Tumblr? I may be the cheese standing alone on that one) and almost never results in an unplanned pregnancy as a plot device. I most write cis-het and strenuously avoid using any term for a penis that isn't dick or cock. No straining members (sounds like a bunch of constipated middle management.)
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
OMG, yes! I love crossovers, so this is tough to answer. I'll go with a more recent one, "the better part of valor," Mercy Street/The Last of Us, though I have also used Sesame Street as an AU frame for Mercy Street characters.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I'm aware of! (Ditto to @tortoisesshells)
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Maybe 1? I don't get a lot of offers and feel a bit proprietary, since I can't read it to see how well it's translated.
13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
You betcha! Shout-out to the Mansion House Murder Party and "We run a very tight ship" the Cruise Ship crack-fest that @fericita-s and @sagiow and I boarded during a phase of the lockdown.
14. What's your all-time favourite ship?
I guess I'd have to say Mary Phinney/Jed Foster based on the number of fanfics I've written for them, but I don't really play favorites. I have a real fondness for every pairing I write, including the ones with the OC characters I write for @tessa-quayle.
15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
Maybe this will change the course of history, but "what it means to be a thin crescent moon" is sort of hanging out there. I have some ideas for how to wrap it up but need the time and the mojo, which is harder to come by. I'd also like to get back to my zombie road-trip GLOW AU "Music shall untune the sky" but it's tough because that would be purely for me at this point.
16. What are your writing strengths?
(I hope) Witty banter. Strong female characters who have flaws. Description with plenty of sensory details. Use of quotations, math, and chess gambits :) A pithy drabble.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
I find plot the least interesting component of writing fanfic and I think it shows. I love to read long-fic, but I struggle to sustain it. The words "so" and "just."
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I mostly stick to endearments or short phrases. I'm not fluent in any other language and no one needs to discover the various ways Google Translate has let me down.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Mercy Street. I started writing late at night after a work conference, literally drifting in and out of consciousness to lower my inhibitions enough to get started. It was a fic related to a WIP I loved and had written to the author about, so it was very relational.
20. Favourite fic you've ever written?
What is this, Sophie's Choice? I can't pick a favorite. I'll say I look back with great fondness on my Little Women/Mercy Street crossover "What thou and I did, till we loved," which features Marmee and the Star Trek Kobiyashi Maru Mercy Street crossover "It had the virtue of never having been tried," because like I said, I do love a crossover! Honestly, when there are over 800 fic, I'll admit to have forgotten I'd written some of these :)
Tagging: @asteraceae-blue @orlissa @vesperass-anuna @oldshrewsburyian, @ladamedusoif @trulybettyand anyone else who wants to take this out for a spin!
#my fic#I should also point out#in the world of crack-fic crossover AU#I have crossed over Shadow and Bone#with the Great British Bake-Off#Noel Fielding and Aleksander Morozova have a chat
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hey, just came here to tell you that i'm so so relieved that i was able to find your blog again !! and your jane eyre au fanfic with silco !! honestly, 'bend but not break' was (and still pretty much is) one of my favourite fanfics ever; not aus or silco fanfics, i mean one of THE best fanfics i've ever read. cannot even begin to describe how sad i was when i lost the ao3 link, and when i wasn't able to remember your blog's url.
and it was a shame, because BBNB was just *chef's kiss* 🤌. i literally stayed awake until sunrise reading it the first time, already getting inpatient for the next chapter. and i think it's mainly because you capture silco so so well, and you get 'jane eyre'; and you capture the dreadful air of the novel, and those little acts of tenderness and romance... and your smut it's quite great too. like, i still can't get over The Opera chapter, even after all this time 👀👀
still, now that i did find you, i'm not only gonna read that one, but i'm gonna get started on all your other works !! i know i'm getting repetitive but i just don't know how to express just how great i think your writing is. so for now, i just hope you get to read this !!
hope i didn't weird you out or anything !! please, have a great day, and stay safe <33
p.s.: i'm gonna read bbnb rn, until sunrise if necessary, just like in the good old days !! so if you hear someone's heart breaking, it might be mine !!
Omg?! Thank you! No, you are not weirding me out in any way.
I am so very humbled. You have no idea. I'm still learning as a writer, and I am my own worst critic.
I'm sorry I haven't been online to respond to this earlier because I've been really sick with the flu and binge watching Poldark (again).
I've been technically writing fiction since 2015 and it's been a learning curve with each story. For some odd reason, historical eras seem to fit my style in writing. I can do modern but this era I feel like I can sink my teeth into it.
I'm a huge fan of gothic horror/suspense/romance. So, yeah, I guess you can see that in the choices I make.
I must admit I'm not all together happy with the last chapter of BBNB, I might want to change some things in that chapter before moving on (maybe because it might meld into the next chapter better? idk).
Even though I have approximately 5-6 chapters (depending on how big the chapters get, I'm terrible about posting novel-length chapters) left in Bend, it should be an emotional rollercoaster. There are soooo many things I have left to run with before it ends.
As of the lastest chapter, I'm deviating from Jane Eyre a bit, while still holding onto certain plot-points for context but I want to play more with the Regency Arcane/Silco's world.
I do have other ideas for Silco stories I want to write. One will deal with a younger, hot-head SIlco. Another I'm tempted to play with a Roaring 20's Underground.
Then I have a story that I'm developing into an original gothic novel. I have maybe too much on my plate. LOL
It's moments like this when I wish I didn't have to 'work' a regular job to pay the bills because I would literally write all day, every day.
I can't tell you how much I appreciate you sending me this. It really does brighten my day. That may sound cliche, but it does. I admit I don't have the greatest self-esteem, but I'm working on it.
That someone likes something I've written that much to comment at all and tell me they're re-reading it... my heart is going to explode.
I am working on both Regency Silco stories. When my head doesn't feel like a fog-horn inside of a 100lb bowling ball, I should be in a better space to be creative. It's zapped when you feel exhausted. Working 60hr weeks lately probably hasn't helped my health any.
Thank you again sooooo much for this. Never feel like you're bothering me or weirding me out. I love and embrace all comments, good or critical.
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From Ex Libris - Part something or another
Prudie shuffled into the kitchen, her beady eyes narrowed. “It’s her, from Trenwith.”
“Elizabeth?” Ross stupidly asked as she appeared in the doorway. His former fiancee was dressed in a teal blue wool coat, dark jeans, and riding boots. The color of the coat suited her golden coloring to perfection.
She nodded to his father before turning her soulful brown eyes on him. “I hope I’m not disturbing you, but I must speak with you, Ross, in private please.”
“Of course.” He ignored his father’s hard look and stood up from the table to show her into the sitting room, pulling the door closed behind him, not that it would stop Prudie from trying to eavesdrop. “What can I do for you?”
“Oh, Ross!” She stood there taking in his messy hair and pajamas, bottom lip trembling, and he steadied himself for whatever onslaught she was about to launch. Whatever it was, it must be dire for her to turn up at Nampara so early on a Sunday morning. “I’ve made a terrible mistake.”
“I’m sure it’s not as bad as all that.” He took her cool hands in his. “Now tell me what is the matter.”
Elizabeth drew in a sharp breath. “Francis.”
“What about Francis?”
“It was a mistake to marry him.”
How Ross had longed to hear those words from her for years, and now he felt absolutely nothing at her confession. He dropped her hands. “A little late now to come to that realization isn’t it?”
“Is it too late?” She reached to grip his arm as she implored him with her doe eyes.
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George x Elizabeth - Bookshop AU
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Another update of A Modern Nampara
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“Ha, ha! Well then!” Demelza sang, folding the telegram and slipping it into her pocket only to immediately take it out to read again. A smile threatened to rip her face apart but it was beyond her control. She was over the moon.
Using the back of her grubby hand, she wiped her eyes and remembered the last time she’d experienced tears of joy.
“Well then?” Prudie huffed, annoyed that her mistress had delayed for even a second in broadcasting the news, whatever it was.
Demelza laughed. She knew she should remind Prudie that as housekeeper, she was not in fact privy to all communications sent their way. But then again, the woman had shared in the agony and anxiety while awaiting news of Ross, so perhaps she’d earned this impatience. Demelza handed over the telegram, her feet shuffling back and forth in a dance of their own making.
“Aye, t’is written with some clip, mind!” Prudie scoffed as she read the brief message.
Easter weekend business on North Coast. Will lodge at Nampara if current tenant can accommodate. R. Poldark.
“Current tenant? An’ just who does Mister Poldark think he’s referrin’ to?” Prudie asked.
“To me, to us!” Demelza said. “Oh Prudie, never you mind. Ross has to take that tone. In case… well, in case it is read by others–and no doubt it has been.”
“At least t’is no cabboble ‘bout when,” Prudie conceded.
“No, no there isn’t,” Demelza smiled. She could read between the cold and dispassionate words and she didn't care a dash how it was phrased–it was the message that counted.
Her very own Ross would be there in less than a fortnight. And yes, oh yes, she would accommodate.
#lucretiassister#poldark fanfic#poldark#ross poldark#demelza carne#poldark modern au#duty#wip wednesday
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I've posted two new chapters for The Initiate. Please read the tags; the rating has changed from Teen appropriate to Mature.
As always, thank you for reading and for your comments!
Chapter Five is here: Recollections and Signals
Chapter Six is here: Gaze
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Here's a little text conversation between Ross and Demelza! Enjoy!!
“Oh, well that doesn’t sound like fun to me either.” Demelza’s phone dinged. “Oh Caroline my phone just dinged I gotta go! I’ll talk to you tonight.” And with that she hung up on Caroline before she could even respond!
12:41 - Good afternoon lol! I hope my text didn’t wake you earlier than you wanted to get up. Well, is there a certain place that you like to go for lunch?
12:43 - No I was already waking up. I am up for anything as far as lunch goes. I’m allergic to shrimp so I just don’t order it.
12:44 - Well that’s good to know. I hope it isn’t a severe allergy. How about I pick you up around 11:15 and think about where you might like to go or what kind of food in the meantime.
12:46 - Would it be easier if I met you at your office or at the restaurant, so that you don’t have to drive all the way out here?
12:49 - Now that wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me would it? Lol. No it’s fine, I’ll come pick you up. I’m not that familiar with that area, so it will be nice going to a new restaurant.
12:52 - Okay that sounds fun. I’ll think of a couple of different places and get back with you.
12:55 - Sounds perfect! Oh by the way, Seamus told me to hi to you from him! Turns out he’s quite taken with you!
- Oh! Well tell him hi back for me please. I’m quite taken with him as well.
Oh dear. Should I send that? Is that too much too soon??? She reread his last text… hmmm he said it first… what the hell here it goes. And with that she hit send.
Ross and Jenny were walking to Ross’s next meeting when he received Demelza’s text and he stopped walking. “Bloody hell!!! She’s quite taken with Seamus too!” he yelled.
#six sentence sunday#modernpoldark#dean o'gorman#poldarkfanfic modernpoldark au demelzacarne rosspoldark workinprogress#poldark fanfic poldark modern au ross poldark demelza carne six sentence sunday#aidan turner fanfic
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What goes up must come down
A/N: Good morning friends! This is a wee drabble for Vicki @hopefulfridays who has been having a stressful time lately. Love you gal hope you like this 💗 I’m a little rusty so please excuse the short length!
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Caroline sat on top of the kitchen counter with a bowl of strawberries in one hand and a can of whipped cream in the other. “Oh, hello,” she cheerfully greeted Dwight as he came home from his night shift. “You know, it’s been two years and I still can’t believe how big this breakfast bar is.” She sprayed some whipped cream on top of a strawberry and stuffed it in her mouth. “You could operate on this,” Caroline mused with a full mouth, “you could probably fix two people on this!”
Dwight couldn’t help but laugh at the sight before him. His six month pregnant wife sitting criss cross in the middle of the counter on the island, wearing a loose grey maternity top that just barely fit anymore, a pair of his football teams’ shorts, hair in a messy bun, and a giant bowl of strawberries with whipped cream. “Well, I’ll start by figuring out how to cure the gestational diabetes you’re undoubtedly going to give yourself if you don’t stop eating so much rubbish,” he lightly reprimanded - but it was a reprimand all the same.
Caroline rolled her eyes at the lecture. “It’s just a bit of strawberries and cream, Dwight. It’s a classic English sweet - much like myself,” Dwight flashed a grin at this, “besides, it’s not even that unhealthy.”
“You forgot to hide the Nutella,” he pointed out with a smirk, glancing at the jar by her knee on the counter.
A guilty, sheepish smile slowly spread across Caroline’s features. She then fluttered her long eyelashes at him and turned her smile into a sugary sweet one. “The babies wanted some Nutella,” Caroline excused, “you know I don’t usually eat it.” That much was true. She could see Dwight wavering slightly. “You can’t impregnate me with triplets and not let me eat whatever I want,” she told him sweetly. “That was not part of the deal.”
“How did even you get up there?” he wondered as he shrugged out of his coat and hung it up, chuckling at the thought of Caroline struggling to fulfil her fleeting whim to climb on top of the surface. She was so stubborn.
“With great difficulty,” answered Caroline. “The better question is, how am I going to get down?” Before Dwight could answer, Caroline opened her mouth, gesturing that her husband should spray some squirty cream into her mouth.
Dr Enys ambled over to his wife, picked up the can and shook it. He then squirted a small amount onto the tip of her nose, which made Caroline squeal and laugh. He kissed it off. He then hovered the nozzle of the can over her giggling mouth. “Open, then, you big mess,” Dwight ordered with a joyful laugh as he noted her messy hair and the ring of chocolate around her mouth.
Caroline scoffed in offence. “Big?!” She tried to cross her arms across her chest but was partially impaired by the large bump which, in this position, acted as a shelf for her breasts. Begrudgingly, Caroline laughed at herself and covered her face. “You’re right, I’m a big mess,” she complained. “Look what you’ve done to me!” Dwight looked rather pleased by his accomplishment. “Seriously, though, how am I going to get down from here?”
“Looks like you’re sleeping there,” Dwight joked as took Caroline’s legs and positioned them so that they were now dangling off the front of the kitchen island. He moved between them and placed both his hands on her belly, “Are you getting nervous?” he then wondered as he straightened his spine.
“Me? No,” Caroline lied, blatantly. “I don’t get nervous about anything, you know that.” She was terrified. “Why? Are you nervous?” she challenged in a tease. In truth, she hoped he was even a fraction of how nervous she was - it would make her feel less ridiculous and alone.
“Nervous about finally getting to meet these three angels? No. Nervous about seeing you in pain? Absolutely.”
Caroline placed her hand on top of her husband’s and smirked at him, though she did squeeze his hand. “Aww, I see sappy Dr Enys is in the room. Did I not tell you to leave him outside?”
“Piss off,” said Dwight with a chuckle as he leaned into to give his wife a kiss. “I’m allowed to be concerned,” the doctor then stated for the record. Caroline huffed a laugh through her nose at him and pushed his hair out of his face; he needed a haircut before their daughters arrived. “I am nervous, by the way,” Dwight then admitted. “But,” he began, “we have cots, plenty of the necessities, too many clothes, organic baby food, the world’s largest pushchair... I think we’ll be fine, my love.” His tone was warm and reassuring.
Caroline placed her hands on either side of his face and kissed him gently. “I’m actually a little nervous, too,” she confessed. Dwight shot her a look of feigned surprise; Caroline lightly smacked his bicep in return. “But you’re right: we’ll be fine,” Caroline vowed, allowing herself to feel excited as opposed to apprehensive.
“We will,” Dwight echoed, placing a kiss to her bump, smiling as he felt their babies kick.
Caroline narrowed her eyes behind Dwight’s shoulder, towards the clock on the wall. “Alright, now help me down or I’ll miss A Place In The Sun,” she commanded, wrapping her arms around his shoulders for support.
Dwight laughed at Caroline’s bizarre addiction to watching retired couples decide which Spanish villa they’d like to hide in until they die. “Under one condition,” Dwight cautioned with a slight smile as he wrapped his arms around her as far as they would go.
“What?” Caroline asked with a barely contained eye-roll, fearing a ridiculous condition.
“I get to share some of your strawberries.” Carefully, he slid her off the edge of the counter and she landed softly on her feet. Dwight pecked her sticky lips.
Caroline smiled and tilted her head at him. “Under one condition,” she counter-wagered with a raised eyebrow.
“Oh, God, what?” Dr Enys wondered, fearing he was about to have the life teased out of him.
Caroline’s hand ran smoothly over her large bump. “We,” she looked down at her belly, “get to eat the Nutella.” She shot her husband her best doe eyes and flirty smile.
A hand went by Caroline’s side and grabbed the jar of chocolate spread from the island. Dwight tossed it from hand to hand in thought. Caroline pressed against her husband, put her hands on his chest and straightened his shirt collar. He smiled at the action, and smiled wider as he felt the babies kick against him as thought trying to convince him. He couldn’t wait to meet them all - to have three mini Caroline’s running around their home. Dwight grinned at the thought and kissed his wife. “Deal,” he said, offering her his arm to walk through to the living room. He couldn’t think of a better way to enjoy their last few mornings alone together.
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Tenderness is not like money
“Mel, if I can get a shipment of thirty thousand N95 masks to your unit by tomorrow at 3 pm, is anyone going to have a problem with their…provenance?” Ross asked, awkwardly framed by the screen; they were FaceTiming because it was safer, Demelza assumed she’d been exposed or would be, and they did have their own apartments. He’d taken Garrick with him and she could see her dog, hers and never theirs, sitting next to Ross on his leather couch. It was such a dark brown, it read black on the screen, which was the color of the jacket he was still wearing. He hadn’t shaved either. He probably hadn’t made the bed either.
“3 is shift change,” she said.
“That’s the problem?” he asked, squinting at her. “Mel, you look tired. You sleeping?”
“Enough. No, I mean, 3’s not ideal but we’ll take them whenever. But, why can’t you say where they’re coming from?”
“Dwight’s a straight arrow. He hasn’t your…practicality,” Ross said and she knew he meant it as praise.
“You and Jud, you’re smuggling in masks, aren’t you? Christ, you’re really doing that, aren’t you?” The question mark and accompanying inflection were pro forma. “Ross. Vennor. Poldark—"
“Yes, Dr. Carne, I bloody-fucking-well am. I looked at the options, I looked at the stats from Italy and South Korea and Jud’s connections came through for us. It’s worth it, I think it is,” Ross said, the screen stuttering a little, unable to make him anything less than gorgeous. Demelza thought of the unit, of the shelf with all their N95s in brown paper sacks. She’d scrawled Carneacross hers, her surname legible this one time, when it counted.
“Text Agnes. Or Prudie. When you’re bringing them,” Demelza said. “I’ll be too busy to answer.”
“Mel—”
“It’s bad, Ross. It’s bad now and it looks…if you have thirty thousand bloody N95s, if you had thirty, I’d tell you to bring them in. However you can,” Demelza said, taking a deep breath and trying to stretch her back, opening up her lungs, feeling the air fill them effortlessly. She thought of the filigree of willow trees and their roots, imagined a green tree inside her chest. How long before it wasn’t so easy?
“I hate this,” he said.
“Yeah, it’s not my favorite either,” Demelza laughed.
“I miss you in the bed. I miss knowing you’ll slip in next to me, if you get in late,” Ross said. “I miss reaching over and finding you, I miss the scent of you on the pillow.”
“I couldn’t sleep if I thought I’d get you sick. It’s not forever,” she said. Garrick whined and she thought of Dwight’s blue eyes, how tired they already looked.
“It’s not, love,” Ross said. “I won’t let it be.”
Demelza just let his words hang there. They sounded nice, Ross Poldark’s fist raised against the universe, his confidence in the face of disaster. He’d come back from Afghanistan in one piece, there was that, but a virus was more impersonal than war. Numbers weren’t likely to be swept away by his voice, the number of vents, of staff capable of running them, of running a code.
“Maybe we can do 2:30,” he offered. His dark eyes were so dark, so thoughtful. He was watching her. “Avoid shift change.”
“Gloves wouldn’t hurt either,” she said. “If you and Jud come across any.”
“Whatever you want, Demelza. Whatever you need,” he said. His baritone had dropped to basso profundo, determined, tender. So soft, making a promise.
She hoped he could keep it.
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