Thread: Such A Nonsensical Thing, Little Girls (PocketFullOfPosies)

Preferably. Preferably, Lydia would not have been so scrawny as a child. Not so pale nor so meek. As an infant she barely cried, a blessing to most households, but suspicious in an aristocratic one. It was not common for a child not to cry, and to barely make a sound was all the more peculiar. Preferably, Lydia would not have remained so peculiar. She would have developed a charming personality like her brother Fergus, attended finishing school and excelled in all of the domestic and lady like arts. Whilst she was quite a proficient at the harp and piano, and managed a rather eccentric talent for sewing, Lydia refused to cook anything but sweets. As far as her studies were concerned, she was removed from Madame LeBelles Girls Academy for failure to adapt to her surroundings She had set her bed alight, and told her bedmate that she could hear the frogs being kept in the laboratory screaming at nightThose frogs were soon set loose, after a few found their way into the Headmistresses desk during study hour one Friday afternoon. Surely, a good switching would ease any troublemaking a little girl had to offer And preferably, Lydia would have been just a naughty little girl that good old fashioned Victorian discipline could straighten out.. But Lydia Rose Alexandria Darling, was not simply a misbehaved little vixen. Something was..off. Missing, gone. Whatever tight laces strung together fashionable and respectable society were lost upon Lydia, with no boundaries or filters in sight to keep up the faade of a pretty little girl. And Lydia was pretty, a beautiful little doll of a girl. On the cusp of womanhood as her curves began to take shape in the most flattering ways. One whose mood changed with the weather, who made friends with flora and fauna rather than children her own age, and who seemed a total burden upon her parents whom were at wits end with what to do with her. So, as per the proper treatment of nuisances to society, Lydia was sent off..Though not to an asylum or some far away land, but to her Uncles house in the countryside. A four day carriage ride, a non-stop carriage ride mind youfor she couldnt be trusted to rest anywhere, to the house of a man she had not seen in years. At fifteen, she should be giggling to her girlfriends about officers to wed, not whispering to flowers about the temperature of the rain! Her mother had written, in a lengthy six page note that had been left upon the carriage seat along with several bundles of cash. Simon, I am at a loss. I do not know where else to turn. PleaseCan you save her? Penned with feigned sincerity. The child was her brothers burden for now, and Helen Darling could focus upon her new dull and doting daughter-in-law, who was all the things that Lydia was not. Called from the gardens into her Uncles office on her fourth day there Lydia, dressed in a pale blue gown with a shimmery iridescent trim, carefully made her way inside without so much as a hello or a curtsy to greet him. She wore several layers of petticoats, which seemed to puff up her gown in the fashion of a girl half of her age. Her black boots were scuffed and dirtied, which was not a welcome condition as when she sat upon the couch, she crossed them beneath her, showing off her lack of stockings as the skirt of her gown rose up above her ankles. Whether or not it was quite obvious to her Uncle, whom did not seem to have a woman residing with him, Lydia had chosen to leave her corset in her dresser as well, alongside of her stockings and bloomers. Her blonde curls were a tasseled mess, flowing down to her mid back with a few white ribbons tied in seemingly random strands. The moment he began talking, she started chewing on her nails. Looking around the room at the numerous bookcases..Watching dust particles floating in the sunlight near the windows. Heavenly sunlight, heavenly sunlight, flooding my soul with glory divine Absentmindedly humming the tune of the hymn as he continued to speak, Lydias knees bounced slightly as she continued to chew upon her fingernails, looking around the room until she caught him smiling.Her eyes narrowed slightly. She had heard what he had saidShe was listening, but she hadnt heard him..Save for the last bit about sweets, of which she spotted none upon his deskWhat was this Uncle business? He had claimed such before but Youre my Uncle? That tiny, silky voice chimed with perhaps the first full sentence she had spoken to him since she arrived