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Oct. 29th, 2009 01:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
titusnowlAlistair - well, his Miranda more than him, at this point - has this two-story brick Georgian house, only a few rooms and a wide hall down the center that's the "reception." The stairs sweep down on either side of it, one toward the front and one toward the back; there's no separate servant quarters, but that's fine because they only have a day girl anyway. To one side on the ground floor there's the formal parlor, which is in Miranda's half; to the other the library, which is in Alistair's. The kitchen and dining room are in the rear - the kitchen used to be the "gentlemen's withdrawing room," back when the house was built, but it was modernized shortly before they bought it, and is the very picture of a turn-of-the-century Scientific Kitchen with its white enamel counters and gas-topped stove and coal-fired oven. There's a conservatory if you go straight down the reception hall and out the back door, and Alistair just lets Miranda have it because he doesn't do /plants/ does he look like a gardener to you :V? Upstairs there's three rooms to a side - it's quite a modest house, really - and they have their separate bedrooms, a study for each of them, spare rooms for guests. The architecture of the Georgian period believed firmly in symmetry, which made it easy for them to split the house when they had to. It's a graceful house, big windows and plenty of natural light, but it has never quite felt like a /home/.
I have this image:
It's quite a ways after midnight when Alistair opens the door to the house, the key kept stowed in one of his pockets during all that time in the trenches; he's still in his uniform, and he's still drunk, and he had to hitch a ride with someone to make it back to his house. He'd gone from the train station to the pub in town, and they're a bit outside, where they have a patch of land and Miranda's garden that wasn't there when he left. She doesn't know he's coming.
He slips up the stairs toward his room; he only intends to stay long enough to sleep off his drunk, pack up his civvies, and leave for the train station again - preferably before she's awake for breakfast. How he's going to get there is a bit of a question - he'll probably just steal the Austin, leave it at the station to be claimed later; they'll know whose it is, such a small little town as that and so few keeping an auto. /She'll/ know it was him, but she'll never need to say it.
It's his intention to be in, get his things, and be gone - no contact; the less they talk, the better her grounds for filing for abandonment will be.
I have this image:
It's quite a ways after midnight when Alistair opens the door to the house, the key kept stowed in one of his pockets during all that time in the trenches; he's still in his uniform, and he's still drunk, and he had to hitch a ride with someone to make it back to his house. He'd gone from the train station to the pub in town, and they're a bit outside, where they have a patch of land and Miranda's garden that wasn't there when he left. She doesn't know he's coming.
He slips up the stairs toward his room; he only intends to stay long enough to sleep off his drunk, pack up his civvies, and leave for the train station again - preferably before she's awake for breakfast. How he's going to get there is a bit of a question - he'll probably just steal the Austin, leave it at the station to be claimed later; they'll know whose it is, such a small little town as that and so few keeping an auto. /She'll/ know it was him, but she'll never need to say it.
It's his intention to be in, get his things, and be gone - no contact; the less they talk, the better her grounds for filing for abandonment will be.
