Would You Be Mine?

The Prophecy

"It's time to tell her Thomas," she said, a quiet determination in her voice as she looked from Thomas to Edith, "it's time she knew."

Thomas nodded slightly, his gaze resting on Edith.

His Edith.

Without taking his eyes off Edith, he spoke to his sister.

"Why don't you go to the sitting room and wait for us?" he said.

Lucille let out a loud sigh as she picked up the skirts of her dress before retreating from behind Thomas and heading to the sitting room.

Thomas walked towards Edith, stopping in front of her to cup her cheek within his hand.

"I'll finish dressing and then leave you to your privacy," he said.

He let his hand drop and went to move away but felt Edith reach for his hand, looking up at him, an expression of both curiosity and worry etched on her face, her gaze firmly upon him.

"Please wait with me," she whispered.

Thomas knew he had waited what he felt was already a lifetime for her. Whatever she asked for now he knew he would most certainly indulge her.

"Of course," he replied, a small smile now on his lips.

He drew her to him, sensing her need for the reassurance of physical contact. He kissed the top of her head before releasing her. They separated and Thomas led her back into the bedroom. They began dressing with Thomas finishing before Edith. He turned and found her pulling a simple pale yellow dress on. He walked over to her and took the zipper between his fingers and slowly pulled it up until it reached the back of her neck.

Edith pulled her hair into a bun and secured it as Thomas retrieved her boots for her.

Both finally dressed, they stood looking at each other.

Thomas held his hand out for Edith to take, squeezing it gently and smiling at her.

"I've got you," he said, raising their joined hands together and kissing the back of her hand before leading her out of his bedroom.

But who's got you, she thought to herself.

The crackling fire greeted both Thomas and Edith as they made their way into the sitting room. Lucille sat in one of the large winged chairs near the fire, the flames casting shadows on her face in the darkened room. She had a small envelope clutched between her hands but quickly tucked it away into her dress pocket as Thomas and Edith entered the room.

Thomas led Edith to the other winged chair, kissing her gently before he watched as she made herself comfortable. Satisfied, he moved to stand himself near the fireplace, his arm resting against the hearth above it.

He sighed heavily, ensuring he chose his next words carefully, of what he was about to reveal of his past, of himself, to Edith.

And he was deathly scared.

"Shall I explain it to her Thomas?" Lucille's voice brought him out of his thoughts, the fire crackling the only noise in the room.

Thomas thought she almost sounded delighted at the prospect of what they were about to disclose to Edith.

Lucille took Thomas' silence as permission so she turned her attention back to Edith.

"There are some things in the world Edith that not everybody believes in," she began, waving her hands in a sweeping gesture, "unworldly things."

She paused, partly for dramatic effect and partly to allow Edith to digest the information. Edith simply raised her eyebrows at Lucille.

"Are you referring to ghosts? Witches? Boggarts?" she mused.