━━ 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂 :
❛ maeve scott and harold lowe try to
find love in one another despite the
universe doing everything in its power
to keep them apart ❜
[ loosely based on the 1997 film titanic...
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( 20 march, 1912 )
SEAFOAM WAVES CRASHED AGAINST the shore, mixing with the dark sand of Brighton's coast. From the second-story balcony of the Scott seaside manor, young Maeve Scott watched the tide's rhythmic flow while humming a familiar tune beneath her breath. For a late-March afternoon in the southern English town, it was surprisingly warm. A cool breeze brought in from the sea blew through the woman's hair and, for just a moment, she allowed her eyes to flutter shut in content.
The sight of the ocean would usually bring her a sense of comfort, reminding her of the days in her youth that were spent playing on the shore of Barmouth, but that day, she felt saddened by the familiarity.
A knock on her bedroom door pulled her attention away from the sea. She turned around, uttered a quiet "come in," and watched as her father entered the room.
Edward Scott was a stocky man, muscles toned from years of shipbuilding in his youth. Graying hair was parted down the middle and slicked back for a pristine look despite spending his day in the comfort of his own home. Looking at him and Maeve side-by-side, it was obvious that they were related. Her siblings, on the other hand, favored their mother.
He joined his daughter on the balcony and rested his arms on the stone railing just as she had been doing only moments before. Maeve didn't dare copy her father's stature, instead standing tall with her chin held high and her hands crossed politely in front of her.
Edward didn't speak for several moments. When Maeve looked over at him, she found him staring out at the sea with a thoughtful crease in his brow. She knew that he had something to say, for her father never visited her bedroom unless he had something to discuss with her. Then, with a gruff sigh, he turned his attention to her.
"Martha told me that you were extremely uncouth at dinner last night."
An audible groan fell from Maeve's lips before she was able to stop it. Martha Scott was a cold, pretentious woman who had only just married into the family a few short years after the death of Maeve's mother. The widow of the Liverpudlian aristocrat John Wright who, immediately after his death, spent every last penny of his fortune on the finest dresses and jewels of the year 1910, she was, to put it simply, an absolute nightmare to be around for anyone other than Mr. Scott himself.
Knowing her actions after her first husband's death, Maeve was quite certain that the cantankerous woman would do the same to Edward if given the chance.
The marriage was, without a doubt, lacking any bit of love.
In addition to her evident worship of money, Martha Scott was also brutally honest and far too concerned about her reputation among the English elite. She often when whining to her husband whenever Maeve or her siblings did something that she didn't approve of (which was, unsurprisingly, almost everything.)
