Could I possibly request #11 reliability?
Thank you for the prompt <3 I hope I included enough of the colour symbolism. Again, set somewhere in series 1. I hope you enjoy this Cobert fluff!
Brown â Reliability
She pulled his arm closer. Walking like this beside him was much warmer than walking alone or a few feet apart (something they had done very early on for a very short period, and Cora had hated it with all her guts) but it still wasnât warm enough. It seemed rather impractical to only have the small area of their arms touch and spend each other warmth but this was the best they could do on a walk.
âI canât believe Sybil will be presented at court next summer,â Cora voiced aloud what had been on her mind all day.
It was a day in October and after the sun had dried the leaves a little after yesterdayâs constant drizzle Cora had waited eagerly in the doorway of the library for Robert to finish his correspondence and join her on their walk over the amber-coloured grounds. Robert was rather occupied today so that Cora had a lot of time on hand to ponder about the next season she was planning already. It was nice to have Robert now with her and to talk about what tormented her thoughts.
âBut you have started the first preparations weeks ago,â Robert gave back. Their looks were directed at the path in front of them. Cora didnât turn her head very often because, with the great proximity to her husband she had created, the expansive brim of her hat was precariously close to his neck. Their eyes took in the variety of brown and yellow nature that stretched along the horizon.
âI know,â she sighed. âBut donât you feel like she is still so young, our little girl? Presenting her at court means subsequently marrying her off to a gentleman, a Lord, faraway. This is all happening much too fast,â Cora whispered the last words into the wind, letting them being carried away. But Robert would get them nevertheless.
âMaryâs season was years ago and she still isnât married. They will stay much longer with us than you think.â They passed by the place to usually take a short break on their walks. The bench under the large tree stayed empty today, though.
Yes, Mary wasnât married, and Cora knew why it was so hard to find a match for her. They didnât even speak of Edith. But Sybil, Sybil was a whole other deal.
âDonât forget that itâs sweet Sybil we are talking about. She will charm every eligible gentleman because opposed to Mary, she is intrinsically kind and so very amiable. She is easy to love.â
âThatâs because she is most like you.â Robertâs statement sounded like a corrupting compliment but his tone wasnât any less serious than throughout their prior talk.
âSybil has a much stronger will of her own and is much more innovative than me,â Cora commented matter-of-factly.
âWell, itâs not me either from whom she has her innovatively modern streak.â Robert stirred them down a path they didnât take very often in the warmer months because it avoided all the flower gardens and beds. But that didnât matter in October.
âRight, and her stubbornness is also nothing she inherited from you,â Cora gave back sarcastically. Robert didnât respond to this but with a silent snort.
âBut she is sweeter in her stubborn demeanour,â Cora added in a low tone. She watched him from the corner of her eye, gauging his reaction to her taunting comment.
âHmm, yes, I love you too,â he grumbled in response. His elbow nudged her slightly in the side against her corseted ribs. She chuckled lightly and patted his upper arm placatingly.
They walked together silently for a while. Robert at her side like a windbreaker, not really bothered by her teasing, Cora fell back into pondering. Her throat slowly lost the memory of her chuckle as her darker thoughts about the next London season pushed to the forefront of her mind again.
âI donât want to let her go, Robert,â she whispered.
Now it was Robert who pulled her hands closer to his arm. His bigger palms covered hers in the crook of his arm. âSybil wonât go if it isnât right. She always knew her way, and it will be the same now. And I also know you will support her in what is right for her,â he assured, and his voice became so velvety that Cora wanted to bury her face in the crook of his neck or against his chest. âAnd I will be there with you.â
âI know you will. And I will make her season the most beautiful for her.â
âOf course, you will.â
Robertâs choice of route for their walk guided them to the edge of the forest that bordered the grounds in the south. A row of nearly scarlet-coloured bushes greeted them from afar. The spectacle of autumnal colours was a real treat on their otherwise by harsh wind and cold temperatures marked walk. As they plodded down the gravely way, mostly parallel to the woods, one shade of brown was relieved by another one and yet another one. Cora tried to link her arm more tightly with Robertâs to fully enjoy the comforting palette of warm hues of the brown leaves in the radiance of his heating body. She didnât know what comforted her more the warm brown vision in front of her or his body next to her.
âCan we make a short detour into the woods?â she asked after a moment.
âIf you wish so. I donât want to overexert you. The weather can change again in no time,â he gave back.
âIt will only be a few steps inside,â Cora assured.
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Inside the forest Robert let Cora choose the way. Outside he had guided them down the paths as he always did. They had their usual route that he variegated here and there slightly. But Cora seemed determined now to explore the grounds and so he let her take the lead. Robert couldnât quite tell what criteria affected her choice of paths. But knowing his wife, he assumed she followed where nature looked most inviting. He tried to see the trees around with her eyes. But he mostly saw oaks, beeches, and pine trees. One or two times he had to help her across broken branches that lay on the paths. He assisted her in gathering her skirts since it proved a quite demanding task with one of her arms linked to his.
Cora halted at a minor crossroads. She stood right in a ray of the October sun and looked into the depth of the forest.
âIt all looks nearly golden,â she said. With her right hand, she pointed somewhere into the trees. âLook how the bark absorbs the warm light. The sun makes the trees shine.â
âI see,â he said, still searching for the exact point she referred to. The gap in the trees, that let in the light to illuminate the tree bark and Cora, also allowed entrance to the wind. A gust came their way, and it wasnât only dead leaves that swirled around Robert but also the scent of Coraâs hair and perfume. It was a rather nice experience he wouldnât have expected out here in the woods.
âI want to feel the wind, Robert,â she said as she looked down the narrowing path into the woods. She had to hold onto her hat because gusts tried to grip and abstract it into the distance. Robert furrowed his brow.
âDonât you feel it?â he asked a little confused. As she turned her face to him, he noticed her rosy cheeks and nose.
âThatâs not exactly what I mean. I want to feel it for real,â Cora explained. Her gloved hands now began fiddling with her hat. Only when she pulled out a long hat pin, Robert realised her intention.
âCould please help me for a moment?â she asked.
âUhm, sure.â Robert let her arm go to ease her task and waited for further instructions.
âIf you would please assist me taking off the hat. We can try to keep my hair at least a little put together.â Robert took hold of the brim of her hat and tried his best at taking it off carefully. Cora in the meanwhile secured her coif with her fingers that pushed underneath the hat slightly and pressed the curls to her head. Robert lifted the grey accessory ever so slowly and handed it to her afterwards.
âI feel like I can breathe again,â Cora sighed relieved. Robert had to chuckle. He could never imagine the nonsensical ideas his dear wife came up with. She shook her head slightly in the wind and instantly a few strands of chocolate brown hair tumbled down. âI donât know how Iâm supposed to experience nature armoured against all its merits with these extensive attires,â she explained a little annoyed. For a brief moment, he could Cora as the young girl she once was before he got to know her, running around freely in the woods and on the beaches in the American home of her childhood. And then, after a few seconds, there was the calm and properly dressed Countess again.
âYou would freeze without it,â Robert reminded her.
Cora turned around again, looking into the light forest with her hat clutched to her front. She didnât respond to his last comment but breathed in the fresh wind. Robert came up behind her. Her curls played in the wind. Her coiffure fell apart more and more, and she looked more enticing with every second. The chocolate curls danced while she stood there unmoving. Only the rise and fall of her shoulders, padded in her thick coat, told of the deep breathes she took and of the deliberate movement of her chest.
Robert approached her until he was able to wrap his arms around her. Tentatively he first rested his palms on her shoulders but he didnât want to oppress her interaction with the wind. His hands on her waist felt much better anyway. Her hair flew around his face and tickled his cheeks.
Cora took good care, he thought suddenly. Nothing that affected their family, their dear girls, escaped her notice. Nothing that had to be done slipped through her fingers. She secured Sybil the greatest coming out ball and the most enjoyable season, and she looked so closely that Sybil would do well when their daughter would leave their caring arms. Robert neednât worry about any of the girlsâ future. Cora was there and she took care where he could never reach. He just had to give her all the stability and comfort she needed, all the stability and comfort he could give. He pressed his cheek to the side of her head. Her hair was soft at his slightly stubbly cheek, and he probably destroyed her coif even more but the wind had already done its deed so he didnât really give it much thought. Cora leaned back against his chest so that their breathing of the wind synchronised. She was like a hot water bottle in his arms as the wind blew around them. His back and arms began freezing but Cora was pressed to his front, and he could bury his nose in her brown tresses. Knowing she was there with him gave him all the comfort and warmth he needed right now.
