Misty morning sunrise over Slains Castle by Ian Cowe Via Flickr: Slains Castle is said to be the inspiration for Dracula’s Castle in Bram Stoker’s novel. Bram Stoker used to holiday at nearby Cruden Bay and went for walks to the castle.
The castle was a home (home of the Earls of Errol who were the chiefs of the Clan Hay) until the 1920s when the roof was removed to avoid paying tax.
Rob doesn’t get enough love :^( I made more of the positivity aesthetics: this time, bassists. I know that a lot of you guys probably need inspiration and positivity in your lives so that’s why I’m making these!!
Just a little post TFP drabble i wrote. And as my eyes are drooping, any mistake is mine and am sorry for that.
winds were strong but surprisingly not very cold. The clouds were supposed to
bring a dip in the temperature but other than split the sun’s rays in various
shades of grey, they did little else. The salt in the air made her feel fresh.
It wasn’t every day that she managed to get away from the confines of the
hospital and London and get away to the coast.
she did. And it seemed to be an excellent decision, no matter the pressing
reason behind it. Mild clouds, fresh air and green all around did wonders for
wondered why she hadn’t done this earlier.
then she hadn’t felt such a mixture of emotions before. There had been anger, pain,
frustration, sorrow…relief. The smorgasbord of feelings had made London seem
claustrophobic. So she had left at first light, catching the first train out of
town, not even sure of her destination.
had always loved the sea, always loved the sound of waves as they crashed on
the shore. There was something calming, something tremendously soothing about the
repetitiveness of that action. Something that gave her a faint glimpse that
things would be alright, that she would survive. She’d always had and she
was stronger than they gave her credit for.
looked at the now tepid tea in her hand, placing the cup down and leaning on
the table as she gave the scene in front her whole undivided attention. The
season meant that there were hardly any crowds; she had the terrace to herself
and no one to disturb her reverie.
the last few days…especially that
evening, all she wanted was to be left alone, to be undisturbed.
jumped a little when the waiter interrupted her thoughts to ask her order.
am going for a walk, maybe I’ll have something a bit late,” she replied.
walk by the cliffs felt exhilarating, her hair getting blown this way and that,
the breeze almost uncomfortably strong at some spots. She persisted, walking
till she couldn’t see her hotel. The steep drop to the beach below would’ve
terrified her at other times, but all she could think right then was how high
above the water she was, and how she intended to remain so.
stopped at an area that had a sturdy railing, looking back at the path she had
taken. It seemed tough, with dips and rises and gaps in the cliff face that
looked frightening from where she stood. But it didn’t seem like that while she
barked out a laugh. How appropriately similar to her own life.
was shaking her head in proper mirth when something magical happened. The sun
appeared from behind the cloud cover on its way down, casting a magical pink
glow on the cliff face. The cliffs were glowing in their rosy golden glory and
it was beautiful, so beautiful-
you want to cry, doesn’t it? It looks so glorious.”
had no idea how long he had been there, but somehow she wasn’t surprised to see
him. She turned to look back at the cliffs, and in good time ‘coz the sun
disappeared behind clouds and then it was all normal, boring white cliff face.
otherwise majestic had now been reduced to ‘boring’, just because of a glorious
moment. Not fair, she muttered.
the air was still fresh, the breeze still warmish and she still felt fine. In
fact, she felt wonderful.
fell in step as they walked back to the hotel, not feeling the need to use
words. The silence was companionable, almost soothing. The path now seemed a
bit rough, Molly cursing herself for not realising that she had been walking
downslope all this while.
came at a particular spot that she had just jumped down from, the small climb
now looking difficult in the fading light.
got up halfway in just two steps, but instead of going ahead he turned around.
And offered her his hand.
looked at it for a moment, suddenly feeling breathless, not able to take her
eyes off it. Until he gestured with his fingers for her to come closer and take
his hand, which she did. He pulled her up as he made the small climb, easily
hauling her up over the edge.
smiled in relief when she finally made it to the top, she’d never been very
agile that way.. Her smile faded as she looked up at his grave face, realising
then that he still held her hand. He simply stared back at her.
waited. He was the first to break their gaze, lowering his eyes to their joint
hands. He then slightly tightened his grip and looked up, slowly smiling.
was the most intimate expression she’d ever seen on him. The smile conveyed a
lifetime of apology, a lifetime of gratitude…and a lifetime of promise. So much
wasn’t the smoothest of paths in the fading light but she made it back with
ease. He never did leave her hand during that time.