#valentine warleggan

[caeloren]

bonus:

#poldark #valentines #valentines day #happy valentines day #poldark valentines #ross poldark #demelza poldark #george warleggan #valentine warleggan #morwenna carne #drake carne #sam carne #hopefully someone has as much fun w these as i had making them #poldark valentines no one asked for

[incorrectpoldarkquotes]

Valentine: I love you. Straight up.

Geoffrey Charles: What is this? What's the angle?

#poldark #incorrectpoldarkquotes #valentine warleggan #geoffrey charles poldark #source: succession

[lokislynx]

Poldark.

I can't even remember how many times I have read the book series through. I adore them.

I loved the old tv series too. I adored how it was bult like you were watching a theatre play.

The new adaption with Aidan Turner as Ross is good too but.

Spoiler allert!

I was and still am hugely disappointed by season 5. I am just rewatching.

Despard is a fool Ross would never follow. Ross is also behaving widely out of character in sertain other aspects. And the way the series force feeds him as a hero in season 5 is... embarrassing.

And then. The original books don't really have slavery as a subject. Ross's speeches in parlament are more about the rights of an ordinary english worker and the children who labour. The Poldark family has enough problems with their daily life in Cornwall. And while slavery is a terrible part of human history, hasn't it been used in other movies and series and literature before. So why bring it into Poldark which already has an interesting and rather unique story base?

And then there is George Warleggan. An absolutely brilliant character. Keeps the season 5 somewhat floating. The new series adaption goes all in with his love for Elizabeth. The way he is truly broken by her death is genious. But then this arch is rather ruined by the slavery arch of the series. George in the books never would remarry for business reasons, in fact he starts to woo a wealthy woman for the pure lust he feels for her which is a new feeling for him. That makes him gather even more riches so that he can propose to her: a woman who is rather... costly. So George is quite powerful and rich enough to marry the woman he wants, not the woman he would benefit from. He also did not wish to destroy Elizabeth's children. He adored Ursula. He regreted the fight he had with Valentine (when Valentine was a young adult and... frankly pretty impossible). And George did not stand between Geoffry Charles's future or beloved like he tries in the new series. The George in the books isn't weak.

And then there's Tess. Surely created by the tv series writers to make Demelza seem more witty and powerful, but does the opposite, I think, to all she (Tess) touches. She is a poorly written, cliche character. Much like Sylvie in the Loki series.

#poldark

[softschofield]

mary warleggan, née lashbrook, 1732-1771; mother of george, wife of nicholas, sister-in-law of cary, grandmother of ursula and valentine — person in her own right | it is a serious thing to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world (and women know what it is to endure)

#poldark #george warleggan #the last picture is demelza at cardew and gosh if you haven't watched that deleted scene i'm BEGGING you to do so #it really shows just how absolutely gorgeous cardew is and what good taste mary and george had/have #so light and airy and bright #and the fact that they deleted demelza listening to the conversation but kept the actual conversation in really makes me wonder #whether it can be taken as canon that demelza is actually outside the door or if she never went to cardew at all #anyway i love that scene and i wish demelza and george had had more interactions and that they had slept together to make ross #angry at the bodrugan party 💅they deserve some nice hate sex #ANYWAY the point is: i love mary lashbrook with all my heart #her last name just SCREAMS 'free spirit who loves the open moors and stormy weather' and i would die for her #please just imagine her taking little george for walks through cardew's deer park and the rose gardens #and pointing fish out to him in the pond #since her death he doesn't like to go for walks in nature anymore #not even the performative walks in hyde park #he fills cardew with flowers in her honour but there's no magic for him left in them anymore #let society say of him what it likes #mine #oh and the 1771 death date is just my hc because we know for certain his mother was still alive when he was 9 #and then ross' mother died in 1770 #and i love the idea of little george being like 'oh that's terrible.. but at least i still have my mum' #and then a year later the same thing happens to him #and by 'love the idea of' i mean 'it absolutely annihilates me <333

[dinathalawriter]

I much preferred Valentine to be George's

 I believe we have discussed in this group how the baby Elizabeth carried at the end of Warleggan was George’s. Twenty years later when Winston Graham came back to the Poldarks, he used the parentage of Valentine as part of the suspense and drama of the story. The author said:

“It was not until 1971 that, having written a succession of modern novels, I seriously considered writing just one more Poldark. It was in its own way as much of a challenge as starting something quite new.

So The Black Moon was begun, and after initial difficulties, gradually began to flow, just as the others had. And as I wrote it a new theme appeared, growing entirely out of the circumstances of the old. And this theme – which involves the parentage of Elizabeth's son, Valentine Warleggan – has taken three novels to develop and complete.”

#george warleggan #poldark #books #literature

[upstartpoodle]

Hello. I am new to Tumblr. I signed up today but I found your Poldark fic, Moving Forward a few days ago and it’s exceptional. I am also a big fan of George and Elizabeth. I have really enjoyed reading your other fics and exploring your Tumblr page, which is second to none. Are you still writing Moving Forward? At the risk of appearing greedy, do you think that you will be posting any short excepts from the next chapter in the near future? Thank you.

Hi thanks for the ask! Sorry it's taken me a while to respond - I can be pretty slow when it comes to answering asks but I'm always happy to get them. :D

I'm glad to hear that you've been enjoying my fics! As for Moving Forward, I am still writing it - just at a pace that would make a snail look like an Olympic sprinter ha. I'm happy to post another little extract - @lashbrook11 asked if I could post one as well so this one's for both of you. :) It won't be from the next chapter though, as I've finally managed to get past the writer's block which basically slowed me down to a halt with this fic and have literally just finished writing the chapter. I just need to finish typing it up and give it a quick read through to get rid of any mistakes and then I'll be posting it tomorrow, so keep an eye out and hopefully it should appear very soon (fingers crossed)!

Anyway, this is an extract from later on in the fic, which I don't think I've posted before. Hope you enjoy!

Tagging @ticketybooser , @harry-leroy, and @forcebros if any of you want to read this too. :D

George was just dealing out the cards for their first hand when the door to the parlour was flung roughly open, and into the room stepped the sour presence of Uncle Cary. Valentine’s happy smile slipped slightly at the man’s entrance, regarding his great uncle with none too friendly a look. That, George could not really blame him for. His uncle had done very little to endear himself to Valentine—quite the opposite, in fact, considering everything that had occurred—and besides, he couldn’t think of a person on earth whose temperament would have been improved by the prospect of having to associate with Cary.

“Have you not finished the packet for Falmouth?,” he heard the old man grouse as he gathered up his hand of cards into a neat pile and glanced through them. “You know that they must be ready for tonight so that they may sail tomorrow morn.”

Wordlessly, without looking up from his cards, George pointed over his shoulder to where the documents in question lay, completed and ready, on the small table across the room, beside his empty cup of tea. He heard a humph and a rustling of paper as Cary picked them up, glancing through them.

“Well, at least these appear to be satisfactory,” he conceded reluctantly. “But there are still a great many things which require your attention.”

He could feel his uncle’s eyes boring into the back of his skull, his disapproval upon seeing his nephew playing cards with his son rather than using such valuable times to further the interests of the Bank clearly expressed. George repressed a sigh, pursing his lips. So often in the past, he had simply let his uncle’s opinions on what he should and should not do govern him, but a glance up towards Valentine, who was looking rather crestfallen at the thought of being abandoned in the middle of their game in favour of his work, made his mind up. Not this time. This time, he would stand his ground.

“There is nothing so pressing that it must be dealt with immediately, or even today,” he replied in a tone that was deceptively mild. “I highly doubt that all we have built for ourselves will collapse the moment I take the time to play a game of whist or two with my son. And besides, Dr Enys has insisted that I not overtax myself, and he shall most displeased if he learns that I have ignored his instructions."

“Bah!” At this scornful exclamation, George did look up, a displeased frown drawing his brows together. “What does that quack know, I ask, if he really believes a few papers will bring you to death’s door? And since when have you ever been inclined to listen to such a man when there is work which must be done? Or perhaps you have other...distractions which have made the good doctor’s words suddenly more appealing to you.”

At this, he bestowed Valentine with a pointed glare, one which George himself had been accustomed to seeing directed at him as a child. When his uncle had elected to chastise him for bothering his father, that glare had been enough to send him scampering away to hide, but clearly Valentine was made of sterner stuff than he had been at seven years old, for he met Cary’s eye without blinking and with equal—if not greater—ferocity.

#poldark #poldark fic #mine #my fic #george warleggan #cary warleggan #valentine warleggan #moving forward #poldark s5 #post s5 au #sfw #asks #victorianclutterbug

[stelly38]

I’m currently reading “The Miller’s Dance,” and also watching S.5 in Poldark.  One thing I find highly amusing in both is the gradual development of Valentine’s impending sociopathy.  There’s a scene in the show where he rips wallpaper off the wall at Trenwith, and throws a plate of food on the floor.  More amusing, still, is the scene in “Miller’s Dance” where there is a dinner party with Caroline, Demelza, Selina Pope, Selina’s daughters, etc.  Valentine is a young man of about 18 or so, and he goes around kissing all the women at the party suggestively on the mouth, lingering for longer than is proper.  

#valentine warleggan #george warleggan #poldark #winston graham #the miller's dance #sociopath #poldark bbc #period drama #poldark thoughts

[lashbrook11]

Just learned that Eleanor Tomlinson(Demelza Poldark)and Woody Norman(Valentine Warleggan) from the show Poldark were in the TV mini series War Of The Worlds together. It was produced by Mammoth Screen who tends to reuse its actors. Jack Farthing(George Warleggan) was in Both Blandings and Poldark and Chloe for Mammoth Screen. Ruby Bental(Verity Poldark) also did an episode of Blandings with Jack Farthing before they both did Poldark. I’m sure War Of The Worlds is where they found Woody Norman for Poldark.

#jack farthing #eleanor tomlinson #woody norman #ruby bental #war of the worlds #poldark #blandings #chloe #mammoth screen #george warleggan #valentine warleggan #demelza poldark #verity poldark

[oetravia]

Happy Father’s Day!

#poldark #perioddramaedit #weloveperioddrama #perioddramasource #poldarkedit #ross poldark #julia poldark #jeremy poldark #clowance poldark #francis poldark #geoffrey charles poldark #george warleggan #valentine warleggan #ursula warleggan #dwight enys #sarah enys #drake carne #loveday carne #andrew blamey #james blamey #ray penvenen #caroline penvenen #(NOT EVERY DAD IS THE BIOLOGICAL FATHER) #look at all the SOFT! #mine #my edit #mypoldark #my gifs

[theaidanturnercult]

*Valentine running excitedly over to the carriage, expecting to see his mum miracously return from the grave*

*George proudly guestering to his hallucination of Elizabeth *: “look who I’ve brought with me”

*Carey climbs out*

Valentine: *visibly confused*

Me:

#5x2 #Poldark commentary #season 5 rewatch #poldark #low key funny as much as it’s sad #like George u really did ur son dirty mate #ross poldark #Valentine warleggan #George warleggan #Poldark s5 #I’m now at 5x03 but I gave myself food poisoning last night so my attention span for anything is 0 #so I’m waiting it out to the stage where I can actually watch and process something

[dauntlessdownton]

#stills #4.05 #heida reed #elizabeth warleggan #aidan turner #aidanturneredit #valentine warleggan #poldark #poldarkedit #perioddramaedit

[incorrectpoldarkquotes]

"Listen, guys, I don't know how I feel about Papa. I love him, I hate him, I'm going to outsource it to my therapist."

- Valentine, to Geoffrey Charles and Ursula

#poldark #incorrectpoldarkquotes #valentine warleggan #geoffrey charles poldark #ursula warleggan #source: succession

[mantra4ia]

Oh Poldark season 5, what have you done? (Poldark Reaction'd)

I'm sorry that I've just gotten around to season 5, but the story pacing is wretched. Debbie Horsfield breaks my heart.

On the bright side:

Jack Farthing as George Warleggan has a stellar season.

Valentine, Caroline, and Morwena steal the show.

Elizabeth's cameo, though strange, was a nice touch of nostalgia.

The **** slavery and **** racism energy make me feel delightful.

Demelza 5x08 interrupting Ross' spy game and his face: amazing.

"Do you think I might try to poison you / I wouldn't rule it out," was on the nose, but even still, I can appreciate a good one-liner between George and Ross.

Robin Ellis and Aidan Turner on screen together in the last episode Poldark to Poldark, how incredibly brilliant! "I wonder you are so ill acquainted with the law as to hold it in contempt. Your servant sir - And yours." It almost makes up for the frantic trying of ends in the season. Almost.

Personal moments of petty anger:

It was a sore, SORE mistake not to base the season on Winston Graham source material. It's audible in the writing.

Tess can stumble all the way off. How in the world did they spend that much time on her!

I need more Prudie dammit. She's one of the characters who has been steadfast since season 1, she deserved far more screen time. They did her dirty. Verity too.

That saber duel was theatrically terrible. It seemed like they only put it in as a reprise to Ned and Ross fencing, and that was just as bad. It would be comical if it was not depressing.

Demelza's heartbreak and subsequent renewal of faith in Ross in 22 minutes (19:00-41:00) on 5x08. "I should never have kept things from you." Ross Poldark character regression from four seasons ago, coupled with the Demelza's fond narration of the dog fight in season 1. It's all just too much telegraphing, a forced tool of PACING! God 5x08 was a scramble.

What was the point of Geoffrey Charles and Cecily? Again pacing. What is the literal bloody point? I like Geoffrey Charles, I hate the purpose he serves in season 5.

The stakes are so convoluted among all the spy intrigue. The dynamic between George and Ross for example that is central to Poldark and where a lot of story fondness is invested, got shoved to the back burner unceremoniously. So very diluted.

Apart from Elizabeth's cameo, the throwbacks to previous seasons, the fawning, the service, was too heavy-handed. The best service you could do for these characters is move the story forward over an adequate length of time.

The Caroline, Kitty, Dwight tensions. Again, problems with pace. Catherine Despard was a cool character, but I feel like she was rushed along after her husband's death. I detest when they turn a character who is interesting, and could be developed, into an auxiliary. Quite frankly she was far more interesting to watch then Ned Despard.

"Ross, you will come back." Except that's a cruel, cruel joke because he won't. Ross and Demelza's dialogue is too neatly packaged for a final season and signal an ongoing journey that won't come to pass and screen. "The past is gone," could have fooled me "and tomorrow doesn't exist" well there you have it right. Despite whatever articles tease, I cannot wait 10 years for the possibility of a 6th season that may never be.

I wish they had planned this conclusion out over the course of two seasons, or extended season 5 to accommodate all the ambitions of added character storylines.

All in all, despite the fact that I don't think season 5 was a proper end for what was condensed into eight episodes, I will desperately miss this Poldark cast.

"All that matters is now."

Why, Poldark, why?!

#poldark #Poldark season 5 #aidan turner #ross and demelza #Ross Poldark #demelza poldark #poldark 5x08 #george warleggan #valentine warleggan #prudie paynter #geoffrey charles poldark #reaction'd

[letterfromtrenwith]

Poldark Advent Calendar - 24th December

Merry Regency Christmas!

#poldark #poldarkedit #ross poldark #demelza poldark #caroline penvenen #caroline enys #elizabeth poldark #elizabeth warleggan #valentine warleggan #george warleggan #morwenna chynoweth #morwenna carne #drake carne #poldark advent calendar #pac19 #xmas #my edit #that's all folks #have a good one

[softschofield]

honestly, i think people don’t give cary warleggan and his relationship with george enough credit

like, lemme rant: 

when george was born, cary was 19. he was a child, a younger brother. now, their relationship seems to me like george fell into george’s care at some point in his childhood/adolescence - george’s mother was alive until he was at least nine years old, at which point cary would have been 28; so, by the time george was presumably orphaned, cary would have been anywhere between that age and his 30s. he never married, he never had children of his own, he was in his older brother’s shadow in relation to the running of the bank and inheritance - he was never expected to step up. he was never put into a position where he had to care about anyone but himself - and i don’t mean that in a selfish way, i mean he literally had no one in his life he had to take care of. 

and now, suddenly, he had this nephew he had to raise and care for. maybe he’d had a positive relationship with george before then, maybe they’d always had a stiff and aloof relationship - cary certainly doesn’t seem comfortable around children, or around emotions and intimacy in general, so i’m willing to bet it was the latter. “ah, here, boy, happy birthday [awkwardly shoves a poorly wrapped present at little george without looking at him” kinda relationship.

and now, he was his sole carer. now, he had to step up and be a parent. and i’m willing to bet cary did step up - that he genuinely tried. george hadn’t just lost his parents, he’d lost his brother - they were all the other had left. we’ve seen cary around a child with valentine - and even though he was mostly gruff and grouchy and dismissive, there was one scene where we saw a hint of begrudging tenderness and care: when george is hallucinating and cary intervenes, takes valentine’s hand, and leads him up the stairs to bed. it’s gruff, it’s stiff, it’s grumbling - but it’s love. 

and that’s most likely what his relationship with george was like. he cared for him, he loved him - but he didn’t know how to raise a child, didn’t want to raise a child, didn’t know how to show it. but he would have tried to be good to him and for him - doesn’t mean it worked, doesn’t mean he was good, but he would have tried, much as emotionally-repressed-uncomfortable-with-feelings cary warleggan could have. they probably had this strange, semi-equal relationship where they would have been sitting together on the couch awkwardly watching tv and eating microwaveable dinners in silence if this was set in modern times. because cary is scheming, he’s clever, he’s quite alright in social situations when it comes to adults - but he’s unbelievably awkward with softness and feelings. 

i can absolutely imagine him having some tender moments with george when he was a child - stiffly patting his back when he was grieving for his parents, making sure the cooks know george’s favourite foods (i can absolutely see cary’s love language being making sure george is comfortable and cared for and giving him things, because he can’t do the physical or verbal affection thing but he can make sure he feels like he belongs here), awkwardly pointing out the deers in cardew’s gardens to george because they’ve gone for a walk together but cary doesn’t know how to speak to children, playing with him when he was a baby but in a really stiff, uncomfortable way like “uh, how are you today, nephew?” and holding his hands and helping him do that baby walk - but mostly it would have been i do love you and i expect you love me too but i don’t really know how to be around a child and also i’m uncomfortable with mourning so even though we’re both sad we’ll have to cope.

and far from seeing cary’s arc in season 5 as cruel, i see it as incredibly tender - he just didn’t know how to express it, didn’t know what to do. he was panicked. he trusted a doctor because doctors are experts and doctors are supposed to know. he was genuinely trying to help george, seemed genuinely concerned and sickened by and uncomfortable with the doctor’s methods (“this is inhuman”) - to the point that he fired him, sought dwight’s help despite his close association with ross, and fully endorsed and allowed his recommendation of kindness and patience. he didn’t want his nephew to suffer - he loved him. he just didn’t know what to do - and when he was finally offered a solution that was kind, he leapt at it, gave dwight free reign, because he was relieved his nephew didn’t have to be in pain anymore. 

george and cary’s relationship is one i love very, very deeply - because they’re different personalities from different eras, because cary’s accent is still a cornish peasant accent (side note: and since george’s cousin, the son of george’s mother’s sister, has the same accent, we know both of george’s parents had it too, so it’s even more remarkable that he’s managed to curate the accent he has), because he’s still rough around the edges where george is polished and refined, because they irritate each other endlessly, because, at the end of the day, there is genuine care there. but rather than it being the father-son relationship that we’re more familiar with, it’s a sort of strange, mismatched older brother relationship - because cary isn’t a parent, he’s barely even an uncle: he was a little brother who was suddenly handed his older brother’s son and forced to raise him. and he did, as best he could. he gave him love, as best he could. 

he was a bachelor, a second son, no prospects, just looking out for himself and living his own life - and now suddenly he was moving into cardew and being given a whole estate to look after and being handed a child to raise to adulthood. and i love that strange relationship. i’ve never seen it in any other piece of media. they don’t fit each other at all, if george’s parents had lived cary would have just been this bizarre uncle at christmas dinners who didn’t understand children at all - but they were forced together, and they tolerate and care for each other in this odd, incredibly complex way that only the two of them understand. and i love it so much. 

and, the way they interact? without words? the way cary gently nudges george’s arm with his finger during ned’s trial to share a little look with him? that’s what i live for

and cary carried that final season. to me, he was a truly standout performance. those panicked attempts to keep the relationship with hanson afloat while george was talking to bessie like she was elizabeth, while george was scraping furniture around and screaming upstairs? absolutely fucking magnificent. the devil works hard but cary warleggan works harder. forgetting how upsetting and traumatic the whole plotline actually was, cary’s performance was equal parts genuinely touching - “nephew, it’s your uncle” - and hilarious. as far as i’m concerned, he was the star of that season, and he outshone even george. it was wonderful to see him finally have to step up and take over the business again when he’d gotten so used to letting george take the reins. 

i also love that the warleggans seem to have a much more friendly relationship with their servants than any of the other upperclass families. we know them all by name - cardy, bessie, lucy - and george and cary are both consistently lovely and respectful to them, even in that panicked moment where cary guides lucy away from the front door. he could have called her “girl”, could have just said “more” or “off with you” - but his voice is kind, he calls her by her name, he handles her gently, i just. i love it. it would be so easy for the warleggans to be twice as dismissive of and cruel to their servants because they’re trying to overcompensate and assert themselves and distance themselves in every way possible from the lower classes, and instead they’re genuinely kind. it’s fucking heartwarming.

anyway, tl;dr: i love cary and george’s relationship and it’s valid. 

[harry-leroy]

For the two sentence thingy: When George awoke, it was to a bone-deep tiredness aching in his limbs, and the sight of a familiar man dozing in the chair beside his bed. He frowned, wracking his brain for a reason why Dr Enys might have been there.

Thank you so much for this! (It’s a bit angsty at first but then it got much cuter later because I need more George/Valentine moments in my life). Tagging @forcebros and @ticketybooser because the Warleggan gang is forever xoxo 

When George awoke, it was to a bone-deep tiredness aching in his limbs, and the sight of a familiar man dozing in the chair beside his bed. He frowned, wracking his brain for a reason why Dr. Enys might have been there. He could only remember voices, all of them shouting at once in the pitch dark winter. 

Get back here, George! 

It’s alright, George. We won’t hurt you. 

Won’t you join me, my dear? 

That’s no way to look after your son. 

George! 

He sighed, shaking his head a little to rid himself of the noise. As tiring as it was, he decided to reach an arm out to shake the good doctor awake. It was rather selfish of him, he thought later, to disturb Enys from his rest, but it would do neither of them good to have his patient clueless without answers. 

Dwight opened his eyes, at first slightly unsure of where he was himself. It had been a long night, and in his short sleep he had dreamt of being home in Caroline’s arms. The dream was much more pleasant than the reality. However, the sight of George’s wide and terrified eyes soon brought him back into action. 

“Oh, Sir George,” Dwight began. 

“Why are you in my house?” George’s voice was shaky. 

“It’s alright,” Dwight rose from the chair and urged his patient to relax with a gesture of his hand. He then pointed his head to George’s wrist, “May I?” 

George did not move, still timid and somewhat groggy himself. 

“I need to take your pulse, if you don’t mind,” Dwight said patiently. 

The man in the bed then relaxed a little, and held out his wrist, which Dwight took carefully. 

“You had a rough evening, I’m afraid,” Dwight continued. “But it’s alright now. We got you back home in one piece,” 

“Home?” George interrupted, and Dwight could feel his patient’s pulse jump. “Where did I go?” 

“You took one of the horses and made a dash towards Nampara,” Dwight said, knowing now so far into their sessions together that it was best to be upfront with George. “The path was flooded, so you didn’t go far,” 

Dwight paused, still holding George’s wrist but not measuring the pulse anymore. Instead, he looked into his patient’s gaze, which was directed not at the doctor, but at the opposite end of the room. He was lost. 

“You don’t recall?” he asked. 

George blinked and shook his head slightly, exhaling a breath he must have been holding in. Dwight dropped the wrist gently back onto the bed, worrying that in his own exhaustion he might have been too upfront with the man. 

“George,” the doctor began. “These occurrences, while they are frightening, are normal for someone recovering -” 

“That’s the second time,” George said, almost under his breath. 

“The second time what?” Dwight took the chair, pushed it closer to the bed, and sat down. 

With those terrified eyes back on Dwight, “Nampara. That’s the second time I’ve been to Nampara,” 

“Well, you didn’t quite get there the second time,” the doctor said, trying to keep George’s spirits up. 

“No,” George said, and frowned. “She told me to - she told me to go there,” 

He suddenly took hold of Dwight’s sleeve, and began to breathe heavily, his eyes turning paranoid, darting from corner to corner of the room. Dwight quickly took control and held George’s hand to keep him somewhat grounded. 

“Oh, I’m a lunatic, aren’t I?” George got out between gasps. He was shivering. 

“George, look at me,” Dwight said. “I wish as much as you do that she were here, or that these waves of delusion did not come over you, and for grief so deep I fear that this pain may never go away. But, look at me, you must learn to accept whatever you feel, and I will help you to recognize it. You are not mad. You are grieving. Whatever happened last night has passed. You were not injured, just a little worse for the wear,” 

George was nodding to everything Dwight was saying, but found himself agreeing with none of it. 

“Now,” the doctor continued, more gentle than before. “Why would she take you there?” 

“I don’t know,” George buried his head between his shoulders, growing quiet, defeated. “I don’t know,” 

“What did she say to you?” Dwight pushed a little, knowing that George would find it eventually, whatever it was. 

The doctor gave George some time, during which the man began to cry in his panic. He rubbed his eyes with a rough, trembling hand. 

“Shh…” Dwight took hold of his patient’s other hand. “It’s alright,” 

After a few moments where the two sat together, George finally managed a quiet, yet brilliantly strong answer. 

“Valentine,” He said, without looking up. “He was in the house, but I thought he was…” 

“With Ross,” Dwight finished. 

George nodded. 

“I’ve been so awful to him,” he said. “I know I was unfair, and look what it’s done,” He lifted his head, his piercing blue eyes deeply pained. “She would want us together. But I haven’t been there. He’s had no one. Believe me, I know what it’s like…” 

“What?” Dwight picked up, urging him to keep talking when his patient turned his head again. 

“To be neglected,” George finished soberly. 

Before Dwight had a chance to respond, the door opened then to reveal a concerned Cary. 

“What’s going on here?” he rushed in, and Dwight let go of his patient’s hand. “Oh, doctor. Forgive me,” 

“There’s nothing to forgive,” Dwight nodded, still mentally trying to swallow what George had said. “Sir George will be just fine. Rest has done him quite well,” 

In the doorway, Dwight caught sight of another figure, quite smaller than Cary, darting into the room. 

“Papa!” Valentine ran right up to the bed, nearly knocking into Dwight on the way. Without a second thought, George wrapped the boy tightly in his arms and took a much needed deep breath. Valentine seemed somewhat surprised at the embrace, then, characteristically of his age, tried to squirm away. 

“Papa, too tight,” he said. Dwight, standing with Cary, couldn’t help but smile. 

“I’m sorry,” George managed a small laugh, and let go a little. 

“Look what Bessie and I made for you,” Valentine said, and from his coat pulled out a small bouquet of somewhat squished flowers. “Ursula helped,” 

George took them with his still shaky hand and began to cry again. This bewildered Valentine a little, who then looked to Dr. Enys and Cary for they would surely tell him what to do. 

“It’s alright,” Dwight assured him. “What is the occasion for such lovely flowers?” 

“Uncle Cary said that Papa was ill again, so I thought that they would cheer him up,” Valentine said, after hesitating in the midst of his father’s uncharacteristic behavior. 

“Thank you,” George finally managed. “I think I will have a vase brought up and keep them right here so that when I see them, I’ll think of you,” 

While Valentine was beaming, Cary leaned his head in towards Dwight. 

“I didn’t pay you to soften him up,” He said, his voice low. 

“I think you’ll find, Mr. Warleggan, that Sir George is anything but soft. He grows stronger every day. The loss of a wife like Elizabeth would puncture a hole through any man’s heart, but such wounds can only be repaired by a love for his children. It’s an education we get at the worst of times, but in the end, it makes us better men,” 

Cary exhaled, and probably retorted, but Dwight didn’t listen. Instead, he was taken with the sight of a father and his child and at first smiled, but then frowned at a feeling of his own grief.

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