Round 3 - Return of the Meme
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hhanonRound 3 - Return of the Meme
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That's nearly the end of the storia, for onto the scene comes our much loved meme: HAIL TO THE QUEEN OF PROMPTIA.
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Re: Unprompted: Blenkinsop/Maltravers - They Owe Us A Life 20c/20
Date: 2011-11-30 04:53 pm (UTC)The obituary was short. All to short for such a man, but then, one couldn't fit a life on a piece of paper. It read:
Funeral services was held for war hero General Albert Blenkinsop May 24 1971, 02.00 pm.
General Blenkinsop served in both World War I and World War II and died of old age in his home the 19th of May. He was married to Helen Blenkinsop, June 17 1922. He had one daughter and four grandchildren. Pallbearers were: Robert Barton, William Johnson, Joseph Black and John Woodham.
Helen found his letters. And his diaries. And then she knew. She finally knew. And then she cried. The man who was now gone had lived a whole pretending to be someone else. Pretending to love her, to love his life, his clothes, his home, his job, his situation. She wasn't hurt, she was just angry. Angry at him for not telling her. Not that she could have made anything better, but she had thought they could share every secret with each other. She read the letters, and she cried. And she cried.
She had thought that her Bertie loved her. But now she wondered if that was really the case. At least he had stayed, he had not shamed her and the family by running away with Maltravers. She comforted herself with that fact. He had stayed when his letters so passionately spoke of going away, leaving all behind.
If she had known that he loved someone else, what would she have done? If she had known that he was a homosexual, what would she have done? She thought about how happy he had always been in the lieutenants company, and she blamed herself for not seeing that it was love that her husband had felt for the man. But then, she had not known that such love existed.
Susan, who was only 17 at the time started writing a book about her dear grandfather, but it would last ages before she published it, with fake names and a rather vicious authors word.
Either way Helen grieved. She was just 74 and she would live well into her 90's. Not that she knew that then. ”Mom, we should write to his old friends.” Anne said. ”Tell them that he has passed.”
”They would know if they cared.” Helen said.
”All of them doesn't live in London. How would they know?” Anne looked at her mother, and the pile of letters, the letters from before, the ill disguised love-letters.
”If you so desperately want to inform another old man that his... his dear friend has died... then please, be my guest Anne.”
So Anne sat down, and with a careful hand, she wrote a short letter and included the obituary. It didn't sound quite right. And she wasn't sure, that this was the way that she would like to be informed if her husband... or, loved one... dear friend had died. She wasn't sure, why her father had kept that secret, she was devastated, she felt... she felt like she had been fooled. And it would take many years before she cleaned out the house after her mother and found out that her father had not been her father at all.
She sent the letter on the first of June. And it reached Newcastle only a short while after that.
George remembered the address, he slit the letter open. He smiled as he did so. Thinking that maybe his Albert was a grandfather again, or maybe he was just writing to tell George about his day. Or maybe he had left a cypher or... maybe, and now George was just hoping, dreaming, maybe he wanted to see him again.
Re: Unprompted: Blenkinsop/Maltravers - They Owe Us A Life 20d/20
Date: 2011-11-30 04:54 pm (UTC)It is with great grief that I am to inform you that my father, Albert Blenkinsop, died on the 19 of May this year. He was buried the 24th.
His daughter,
Anne Woodham
George felt how hot tears fell down his cheek. He gasped for air, and felt the sudden rush of smashing something. He tried his best not to cry, to be a man. But he couldn't help himself and suddenly he heard himself screaming. He hadn't screamed, or cried, so freely, without any restrictions since... well never.
It could not be true. His Blenkinsop could not be dead. He had always imagined that he would know when it happened. When Albert would die, he was sure that he would have felt, felt his heart break, his soul to split. He had always thought, that when the day came, they would die together. Or at least that he would go first. Had he not, a night in may, under a clear star-filled sky, told his spiffing mate, who had been just 15 (he just 14), that he would rather die than live a second without him. And had not the much longer brunette looked at him, and with a smile on his face kissed his nose and answered. ”I will never survive a second without you.”
And suddenly he realised just how little time they had actually spent together, and how much time they had spent longing. Longing for something that never existed, something that couldn't exist, and now it never would.
It took George three days to die. It took three days for his heart to stop beating. Three short, painful days, for his heart to realize that there was no meaning in beating anymore.
He did not die of a broken heart, his heart had been broken so many years ago. He didn't die because he was reminded about how death was slowly closing in on him. He did not die of any disease, nor was he killed in a war, or by a common criminal. He did not die in the filthy trenches, nor did he die like he had wanted to. He didn't die because of missing, like he sometimes claimed that he would.
No.
George Maltravers died, because it was time. It was time, to finally die.
The End
Re: Unprompted: Blenkinsop/Maltravers - They Owe Us A Life Thank you!
Date: 2011-11-30 04:57 pm (UTC)And now I'm are done with my little story. I hope that no one will adopt this as their head!canon. (the second part is not even my head!canon, I want them to be happy, alright!)
I am so tempted on writing a epilogue where Blenkinsop wakes up and realised that all was just a dream and Maltravers is safe and sound, next to him. But no, let's not do that.
Thank you so much for reading this. Thank you balinese_baby and my anon cavalier fiance for all the wonderful comments. I hope that anyone who have been reading this has enjoyed it and isn't too annoyed with me. (I am awfully sorry if I upset someone!)
Now, if you excuse me, I am off to read some Blenkinsop/Maltravers fluff.
Re: Unprompted: Blenkinsop/Maltravers - They Owe Us A Life Thank you!
Date: 2011-11-30 05:46 pm (UTC)Thank you for giving me something to look forward to each day for the past couple of weeks. I'll miss it.
Now write us something fun and happy please.
Re: Unprompted: Blenkinsop/Maltravers - They Owe Us A Life Thank you!
Date: 2011-12-03 01:01 pm (UTC)I am so happy that you enjoyed it, and I want to thank you for your lovely comments!
Haha, well, I am currently working two other fills, both much happier! :D
Re: Unprompted: Blenkinsop/Maltravers - They Owe Us A Life Thank you!
Date: 2011-11-30 06:54 pm (UTC)I CANNOT EXPRESS HOW BEAUTIFUL THIS IS.
Oh man.... I had to stop reading halfway through - I cried! (and I'm not one for crying over stories really, only 3 or 4 books have ever made me cry :s) But it was in a good way because you're a wonderful writer, I really enjoyed this fic, thoughI I believe it's more of a novel :D I need to read some Blenkinsop/Maltravers fluff now to reassure myself :)
Re: Unprompted: Blenkinsop/Maltravers - They Owe Us A Life Thank you!
Date: 2011-11-30 09:32 pm (UTC)That. Was. Beautiful.
I will admit, I had to stop reading at one point because I cried and the screen went blurry :3 Just everything about those final pieces was so well written. The part where Blenkinsop met Sothers again and Charles was gone and - yeah I wanted to hug them all. And just the way you wrote Blenkinsop's bit :s it was so well done.
Thank you soooooo much for this amazing tale, I've loved coming home to find a new instalment up <3 I hope you write some fluffy stuff now :D
And now the story is over, and that I have my Cavalier horse here; shall we ride into the sunset? :D
Re: Unprompted: Blenkinsop/Maltravers - They Owe Us A Life Thank you!
Date: 2011-12-03 01:06 pm (UTC)Thank you, I am happy that I could write something that moved anyone. I wrote the core of that chapter crying myself you see. (because I am a bit "girly")
You are most welcome, dear! I am was always so happy to see your comments everyday! And I am working on several things at the moment, both muuuuuch happier.
Oh, yes, well of course! We must ride into the sunset together! C: <33