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Title: TBD
Characters: Naomi and Emily
Word Count: 2139
Rating: TBD
Summary: It's Naomi's 12th birthday in the sometime in the spring of the early 1800s! And she meets someone who will forever change her life.
Warnings: Errr none for now.
Disclaimer: I obvs don't own Ems یا Naomsss K?
Author's Note: Jut LOLZ IDEK
Naomi glared across to the other side of the nursery. There it sat her mortal enemy, silent, unmoving, just a few feet away. It’s long sleeves dangling down from the arms of the chair it’s سکرٹ, گھیرنا draped over the نشست and cascading to the floor pooling around the chair legs; to Naomi it was like an invisible figure was sat looking across towards her, daring her to move. She stood stock still, wishing she could do something anything, that meant she didn’t end up in the dresses clutches. Naomi had never felt مزید compressed and imprisoned then when she was forced to put on her heirs and graces and act like the perfect little useless girl she was. She hated it. She was so much مزید than “a dress” and yet whenever anyone came round who were considered dress worthy سے طرف کی her mother it was the dress she had to دکھائیں and the dress they had to admire. No one cared for anything Naomi had to say and she was all too aware of it. People were absurd and useless to Naomi. Well the people Naomi had to mix with anyway. Naomi kicked the head of a doll out other way in frustration muttering under her breath, too lost in her thoughts to hear the creak of the nursery door as it opened.
“Oh Naomi! Oh heavens, oh child why are آپ not dressed?”
Naomi turned to look at her nurse the woman who was مزید of a mother than her mother had ever been to her. Her name was Gina and she was the kindest person Naomi knew, despite the fact Naomi herself admitted she could be a spiteful malicious child on occasion. It was in Naomi’s nature to rebel and she could not always suppress that no matter how much society called for her to sit still and look pretty, so she answered curtly,
“I….I have no desire to flaunt myself out there today. I do not even know who is visiting so why should I bother to come down?”
Gina was looking at her and smiling she had heard many similar things come from the young girls mouth over the years and most of it she ignored. Gina walked to the chair and picked up the dress and called Naomi over.
“Naomi dear, as much as I would love to see the look on your mother’s face if آپ ran down the stairs to the موسیقی room in nothing but your night گاؤن, gown and ذخیرہ feet - today is your birthday - your 12th birthday in fact. آپ are virtually a lady and آپ must act like one for the lovely young visitors آپ have arriving.”
“You mother’s cousin Lady Fitch will be here with her two twin daughters - and آپ don’t want to upset them and leave a bad impression now do you? Besides they are younger than آپ so آپ must set a fine adult example”
Naomi grunted as she stepped into the dress making sure her face was as angrily contorted as it could possibly be. As Gina pulled the material up and pushed her arms through the sleeves and buttoned her up from the back. She turned Naomi round and brushed off the shoulders with her hand looking rather pleased.
“There. Now that’s a grand lady if ever I saw one”
Naomi’s eyes rolled……Gina was grinning from ear to ear. She enjoys this too much Naomi thinks.
“Just think in a few years you’ll be fit enough to have husband”
Naomi managed to roll her eyes further.
“I have no need for one” Naomi grunted and she hitched up her skirts and stormed out the nursery, Gina followed and shut the door behind her.
Naomi was not in the least surprised to walk into the موسیقی room to find her mother dearest sat with 3 others who were made up and مزید done than the ہنس served every سال on Christmas lunch. They are just like all the rest she supposed and she stood اگلے to her mothers chair pretending to listen as “Naomi was being introduced”. Naomi looked over and began to study the two girls مزید closely. Naomi was at first alarmed at how similar they both looked, like two identical china dolls, and their hair was a blazing red Naomi had never seen. They were beautiful Naomi thought, they were certainly ladies and everything deemed herself not to be.
“Naomi darling listen this here is my cousin Jenna - Jenna Fitch and her two daughters Katie and Emily so say hello”
Naomi stared at Jenna then the girl sat اگلے to her who was slightly plumpish in the face and was grinning as if amused at Naomi, Naomi felt an urge to slap the grin off her face but put on her best fake smile to دکھائیں back, she then turned to the other who’s eyes were downcast to the floor - she looked sad - she looked shy and then she looked straight at Naomi.
The girl’s eyes were a muddy brown that looked deep - bottomless in fact - and Naomi had the strongest wish to somehow jump right into them and see where she would fall. The girl; Katie یا Emily (Naomi knew not which) then smiled shyly towards her and Naomi felt something in her chest flutter a little and she felt a heat rise to her face - and she knew it at once - she knew she was blushing. Naomi looked quickly away fixing her gaze to the plumper girl who was sneering at her now - she was sure.
“H-Hello I’m Naomi and it’s my birthday and I wish to go into the garden...." Naomi looke at her mother there was no objection surprsingly "...so if you’ll excuse me”
And Naomi turned on her heel and walked as straight and as powerfully as she could out the room. She could faintly hear her mother grumbling as she left
“That child so impertinent I can only apologise. I wish she was مزید like your daughters Jenna dear they are so very well mannered”
Naomi was out of earshot to hear any reply and was relived she could escape outside and perhaps get a little ‘accidentally’ muddy.
It had perhaps been 20 منٹ maybe half an گھنٹہ when Naomi who had been picking random pieces of گھاس and running them up and down the side of a half rotten log began to hear a strange rustling and whispery sound on the wind……..it sounded like whispering……and Naomi managed to make out bits and pieces
“No Ems what do آپ want to…..”
“……might be nice…….”
“don’t…….I say…….no good”
Oh joy….. the Fitch twins. Naomi grimaced. She did not like them she had decided in her lonely sulk she did not. Clearly Katie was fake and ridiculous and Emily was just…….. well Naomi was not sure……but she had decided not to like her.
She saw a shadow fall upon the log and still Naomi did not look round, continuing to be مزید interested in the گھاس she stroked up and down the ripples of the decaying wood, hoping to make it seem like it was a lot مزید interesting than anything her contempories had to say.
“Hello Naomi” The voice was unusually husky and low, and Naomi out of sheer curiosity could not help but break her silent feud to turn and see who was speaking.
It was the girl. THE girl. And Naomi swallowed. She was blinking hard against the sunlight which streamed from behind where the girl was stood, though as far as Naomi was concerned it could very well have been shining just from the petite girl herself who was looking at her with that same small smile, her head bowed a little as if shy, her hair falling slight down in front of each side of her face.
“Hello um….um Katie?”
Naomi ventured. And the girl shook her head still smiling.
“Emily.” And Naomi found herself smiling briefly. “So the other one is Katie, your sister? آپ look so alike and so not alike it’s really rather remarkable” And Emily began to giggle and she plonked herself not as ladylike as Naomi had thought she would اگلے to Naomi on the grass.
“Well we are like that. Alike and not so. I’m afraid Katie has gone back in, she doesn’t like the sun much, she burns, and she fears to stain her new shoes in the grass.” Emily was looking past Naomi through towards the rest of the garden as she کہا it as if she wasn’t really talking to Naomi at all, but just generally to the world, as if somehow it listened to her. And Naomi just watched the way the slight wind blew a shadow of leaves gently across her face - it was hypnotic and Naomi almost felt as if she was being soothed to sleep. They sat there for about a minute, before Emily spoke again.
“Your garden and grounds are lovely.” she paused as if hoping Naomi would fill the silence before she went on “I love the garden I do believe if it was my 12th birthday then this is where I would want to be too” and she turned to smile at Naomi. “Back at ہوم I have bit of garden all to myself I can get away there and be myself - do آپ garden?” And Naomi scowled of course she did not.
“No. It is the work of the weak minded. Flowers are just a colourful prison I hate it.” Emily momentarily looked hurt and then confused, and Naomi was quite certain she wouldn’t have much trouble in getting Emily to leave her alone.
“But آپ are a girl!” She excalmied laughing “you are very strange Naomi Campbell” and Emily continued to laugh. Naomi balled her fists she was angry how dare Emily laugh at what she thought, who she was and she was about to snap, but then altogether unexpectedly she felt something اقدام over her hand. Another hand. And it stayed there, a small but significant warmth cradling her fist, and Naomi suddenly felt her temper ease. Her fingers uncurled obediently and were immediately accosted سے طرف کی other smaller, slender fingers that curled around hers and fit almost perfectly. Naomi stayed silent. She could only listen as Emily softly whispered to the clouds;
“I think I’m going to like آپ Naomi”
And Naomi let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding.
The Fitch’s stayed until just after afternoon چائے before a carriage was called and Naomi’s mother fussily made sure she sent Lady Jenna on her way with her warmest regards and that they should write each other every month, and اگلے time they should bring Rob and young James too. Naomi was made to say goodbye and kissed her mother’s cousin on the cheek, before whipping up the stairs to the safety of the nursery where she could wipe her hand on the back of her mouth and discard of the loathsome dress. She glanced a look down from her window to make sure they were gone beforehand, but she instead saw the small figure of Emily staring back up lingering whilst climbing ainside the carrige as if she had waited for Naomi to appear. Naomi tried to بتھ, مرغابی out the way, but it was useless Emily had slowly, timidly raised her hand and gave the slightest of waves, and Naomi suddenly felt a sadness was over her. Emily was her friend. She gave a small sad wave back and turned away from the window.
She hoped one دن to see Emily again, but the years went سے طرف کی and no word from Jenna یا the Fitches, Naomi supposed she was right in thinking they were all as fake and ghastly as everyone else, and her twelfth birthday became blurry slipshod memories that held no meaning - except for the warmth of a small hand enclosed around hers. That she remembered as clear as day. Indeed she just happened to be sat in the garden 8 years later on the very spot she had sat with Emily when a messenger arrived ouside the gates. He declared he had an urgent letter for the lady of the house and Naomi ran in to fetch her mother. The letter it turned out was from Jenna. Rob Fitch her husband had suddenly passed away after being thrown from a horse - he had left his family with many debts and arrears and they had sold their estate to cover the cost and they now needed a place to stay, and Jenna was calling upon the ‘good nature of her dearest cousin’ to take her and her 3 children in. Lady Campbell made no hesitation in replying and that ‘the poor souls must come here at once’ and so it was that Naomi would see Emily again.
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Title: TBD
Characters: Naomi and Emily
Word Count: 2139
Rating: TBD
Summary: It's Naomi's 12th birthday in the sometime in the spring of the early 1800s! And she meets someone who will forever change her life.
Warnings: Errr none for now.
Disclaimer: I obvs don't own Ems یا Naomsss K?
Author's Note: Jut LOLZ IDEK
Naomi glared across to the other side of the nursery. There it sat her mortal enemy, silent, unmoving, just a few feet away. It’s long sleeves dangling down from the arms of the chair it’s سکرٹ, گھیرنا draped over the نشست and cascading to the floor pooling around the chair legs; to Naomi it was like an invisible figure was sat looking across towards her, daring her to move. She stood stock still, wishing she could do something anything, that meant she didn’t end up in the dresses clutches. Naomi had never felt مزید compressed and imprisoned then when she was forced to put on her heirs and graces and act like the perfect little useless girl she was. She hated it. She was so much مزید than “a dress” and yet whenever anyone came round who were considered dress worthy سے طرف کی her mother it was the dress she had to دکھائیں and the dress they had to admire. No one cared for anything Naomi had to say and she was all too aware of it. People were absurd and useless to Naomi. Well the people Naomi had to mix with anyway. Naomi kicked the head of a doll out other way in frustration muttering under her breath, too lost in her thoughts to hear the creak of the nursery door as it opened.
“Oh Naomi! Oh heavens, oh child why are آپ not dressed?”
Naomi turned to look at her nurse the woman who was مزید of a mother than her mother had ever been to her. Her name was Gina and she was the kindest person Naomi knew, despite the fact Naomi herself admitted she could be a spiteful malicious child on occasion. It was in Naomi’s nature to rebel and she could not always suppress that no matter how much society called for her to sit still and look pretty, so she answered curtly,
“I….I have no desire to flaunt myself out there today. I do not even know who is visiting so why should I bother to come down?”
Gina was looking at her and smiling she had heard many similar things come from the young girls mouth over the years and most of it she ignored. Gina walked to the chair and picked up the dress and called Naomi over.
“Naomi dear, as much as I would love to see the look on your mother’s face if آپ ran down the stairs to the موسیقی room in nothing but your night گاؤن, gown and ذخیرہ feet - today is your birthday - your 12th birthday in fact. آپ are virtually a lady and آپ must act like one for the lovely young visitors آپ have arriving.”
“You mother’s cousin Lady Fitch will be here with her two twin daughters - and آپ don’t want to upset them and leave a bad impression now do you? Besides they are younger than آپ so آپ must set a fine adult example”
Naomi grunted as she stepped into the dress making sure her face was as angrily contorted as it could possibly be. As Gina pulled the material up and pushed her arms through the sleeves and buttoned her up from the back. She turned Naomi round and brushed off the shoulders with her hand looking rather pleased.
“There. Now that’s a grand lady if ever I saw one”
Naomi’s eyes rolled……Gina was grinning from ear to ear. She enjoys this too much Naomi thinks.
“Just think in a few years you’ll be fit enough to have husband”
Naomi managed to roll her eyes further.
“I have no need for one” Naomi grunted and she hitched up her skirts and stormed out the nursery, Gina followed and shut the door behind her.
Naomi was not in the least surprised to walk into the موسیقی room to find her mother dearest sat with 3 others who were made up and مزید done than the ہنس served every سال on Christmas lunch. They are just like all the rest she supposed and she stood اگلے to her mothers chair pretending to listen as “Naomi was being introduced”. Naomi looked over and began to study the two girls مزید closely. Naomi was at first alarmed at how similar they both looked, like two identical china dolls, and their hair was a blazing red Naomi had never seen. They were beautiful Naomi thought, they were certainly ladies and everything deemed herself not to be.
“Naomi darling listen this here is my cousin Jenna - Jenna Fitch and her two daughters Katie and Emily so say hello”
Naomi stared at Jenna then the girl sat اگلے to her who was slightly plumpish in the face and was grinning as if amused at Naomi, Naomi felt an urge to slap the grin off her face but put on her best fake smile to دکھائیں back, she then turned to the other who’s eyes were downcast to the floor - she looked sad - she looked shy and then she looked straight at Naomi.
The girl’s eyes were a muddy brown that looked deep - bottomless in fact - and Naomi had the strongest wish to somehow jump right into them and see where she would fall. The girl; Katie یا Emily (Naomi knew not which) then smiled shyly towards her and Naomi felt something in her chest flutter a little and she felt a heat rise to her face - and she knew it at once - she knew she was blushing. Naomi looked quickly away fixing her gaze to the plumper girl who was sneering at her now - she was sure.
“H-Hello I’m Naomi and it’s my birthday and I wish to go into the garden...." Naomi looke at her mother there was no objection surprsingly "...so if you’ll excuse me”
And Naomi turned on her heel and walked as straight and as powerfully as she could out the room. She could faintly hear her mother grumbling as she left
“That child so impertinent I can only apologise. I wish she was مزید like your daughters Jenna dear they are so very well mannered”
Naomi was out of earshot to hear any reply and was relived she could escape outside and perhaps get a little ‘accidentally’ muddy.
It had perhaps been 20 منٹ maybe half an گھنٹہ when Naomi who had been picking random pieces of گھاس and running them up and down the side of a half rotten log began to hear a strange rustling and whispery sound on the wind……..it sounded like whispering……and Naomi managed to make out bits and pieces
“No Ems what do آپ want to…..”
“……might be nice…….”
“don’t…….I say…….no good”
Oh joy….. the Fitch twins. Naomi grimaced. She did not like them she had decided in her lonely sulk she did not. Clearly Katie was fake and ridiculous and Emily was just…….. well Naomi was not sure……but she had decided not to like her.
She saw a shadow fall upon the log and still Naomi did not look round, continuing to be مزید interested in the گھاس she stroked up and down the ripples of the decaying wood, hoping to make it seem like it was a lot مزید interesting than anything her contempories had to say.
“Hello Naomi” The voice was unusually husky and low, and Naomi out of sheer curiosity could not help but break her silent feud to turn and see who was speaking.
It was the girl. THE girl. And Naomi swallowed. She was blinking hard against the sunlight which streamed from behind where the girl was stood, though as far as Naomi was concerned it could very well have been shining just from the petite girl herself who was looking at her with that same small smile, her head bowed a little as if shy, her hair falling slight down in front of each side of her face.
“Hello um….um Katie?”
Naomi ventured. And the girl shook her head still smiling.
“Emily.” And Naomi found herself smiling briefly. “So the other one is Katie, your sister? آپ look so alike and so not alike it’s really rather remarkable” And Emily began to giggle and she plonked herself not as ladylike as Naomi had thought she would اگلے to Naomi on the grass.
“Well we are like that. Alike and not so. I’m afraid Katie has gone back in, she doesn’t like the sun much, she burns, and she fears to stain her new shoes in the grass.” Emily was looking past Naomi through towards the rest of the garden as she کہا it as if she wasn’t really talking to Naomi at all, but just generally to the world, as if somehow it listened to her. And Naomi just watched the way the slight wind blew a shadow of leaves gently across her face - it was hypnotic and Naomi almost felt as if she was being soothed to sleep. They sat there for about a minute, before Emily spoke again.
“Your garden and grounds are lovely.” she paused as if hoping Naomi would fill the silence before she went on “I love the garden I do believe if it was my 12th birthday then this is where I would want to be too” and she turned to smile at Naomi. “Back at ہوم I have bit of garden all to myself I can get away there and be myself - do آپ garden?” And Naomi scowled of course she did not.
“No. It is the work of the weak minded. Flowers are just a colourful prison I hate it.” Emily momentarily looked hurt and then confused, and Naomi was quite certain she wouldn’t have much trouble in getting Emily to leave her alone.
“But آپ are a girl!” She excalmied laughing “you are very strange Naomi Campbell” and Emily continued to laugh. Naomi balled her fists she was angry how dare Emily laugh at what she thought, who she was and she was about to snap, but then altogether unexpectedly she felt something اقدام over her hand. Another hand. And it stayed there, a small but significant warmth cradling her fist, and Naomi suddenly felt her temper ease. Her fingers uncurled obediently and were immediately accosted سے طرف کی other smaller, slender fingers that curled around hers and fit almost perfectly. Naomi stayed silent. She could only listen as Emily softly whispered to the clouds;
“I think I’m going to like آپ Naomi”
And Naomi let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding.
The Fitch’s stayed until just after afternoon چائے before a carriage was called and Naomi’s mother fussily made sure she sent Lady Jenna on her way with her warmest regards and that they should write each other every month, and اگلے time they should bring Rob and young James too. Naomi was made to say goodbye and kissed her mother’s cousin on the cheek, before whipping up the stairs to the safety of the nursery where she could wipe her hand on the back of her mouth and discard of the loathsome dress. She glanced a look down from her window to make sure they were gone beforehand, but she instead saw the small figure of Emily staring back up lingering whilst climbing ainside the carrige as if she had waited for Naomi to appear. Naomi tried to بتھ, مرغابی out the way, but it was useless Emily had slowly, timidly raised her hand and gave the slightest of waves, and Naomi suddenly felt a sadness was over her. Emily was her friend. She gave a small sad wave back and turned away from the window.
She hoped one دن to see Emily again, but the years went سے طرف کی and no word from Jenna یا the Fitches, Naomi supposed she was right in thinking they were all as fake and ghastly as everyone else, and her twelfth birthday became blurry slipshod memories that held no meaning - except for the warmth of a small hand enclosed around hers. That she remembered as clear as day. Indeed she just happened to be sat in the garden 8 years later on the very spot she had sat with Emily when a messenger arrived ouside the gates. He declared he had an urgent letter for the lady of the house and Naomi ran in to fetch her mother. The letter it turned out was from Jenna. Rob Fitch her husband had suddenly passed away after being thrown from a horse - he had left his family with many debts and arrears and they had sold their estate to cover the cost and they now needed a place to stay, and Jenna was calling upon the ‘good nature of her dearest cousin’ to take her and her 3 children in. Lady Campbell made no hesitation in replying and that ‘the poor souls must come here at once’ and so it was that Naomi would see Emily again.
