Downton Abbey, season 3

I have, through nefarious means, been watching Downton Abbey season 3, and have been duly punished for this nefarity, because Downton Abbey season 3 is full of pain. It's the kind of pain you can only feel when a really good show is being really, really mean, and while I like angst as much as - indeed perhaps more than - the next person, THERE IS A LIMIT, AND OH GOD, DOWNTON ABBEY HAS SURPASSED IT.

( Spoilers to episode three )

I'm going to go lick my wounds and finish that story where Sybil brings Gwen tea while she is ill. It is fluffy and light and very very fluffy and will hopefully succor me in this dark time.

(I will discuss later Sybil & Branson in season 3. I thought Branson in season 3, episode 1 was mortifying enough to spawn a post, but it has been trampled in the dust by SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER DIE DIE DIE BAD CHARACTER DIE.)

Fic: The Red Queen's Race

As promised - threatened? - the story about Sybil bringing Gwen tea. It did succor me in this dark time, though not quite enough that I feel up to the next episode of Downton Abbey.

Instead I am writing Black Swan fic. I have 2500 words and counting. Because I am a crazy person.

Title: The Red Queen's Race
Fandom: Downton Abbey
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine. Season 3 would be infinitely less evil if it were mine.
Summary: It was only that if Sybil were ill there would have been an endless stream of cups of tea, and Doctor Clarkson called, and Edith endlessly dropping by – Edith was always excellent when one was ill, really. It was a pity they hadn’t an invalid great aunt who could appreciate her properly.

Gwen has a cold, and Sybil brings her tea.

Also at AO3, here.

( The Red Queen's Race )