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Sybbie smiled, and held out the unlit cigarette in Barrow's direction, if her Da caught her smoking he'd be fit to be tied, but Barrow had always had a soft spot for her and George, he wouldn't give her away.

"What Da and Lucy don't know won't kill them, come on, Barrow. I'm not a little girl anymore. Smoke with me." She also wanted to hear all about Hollywood, she had missed the former butler while he'd been away. Thank God Mr. Dexter had brought him back to England, and thank God Aunt Mary had insisted he stay at Downton.

"You've been away a long time."

“ i  don’t  care  a  fig  about  rules . ” (From Miss Sybbie because I love how much he cares about her)

a short amused huff escaped the butler as the corners of his lips twitched upwards. a small, private smile. he bowed his head slightly to hide it, but it was undeniably there.

of course she wouldn't care for the rules. rebellion was in her blood, she'd inherited that from both sides of the family — an irish socialist father, a chauffeur, and a fiercy ambitious mother, the daughter of an earl. a match itself that broke the rules of high society.

god, she was so much like her mother. thomas liked that about her.

❝ I know. but some rules are there for a reason, miss sybbie. ❞

downton abbey sentence starters .

@flashbacksech0es

"George wants to enlist, Aunt Mary is livid." Sybbie said rolling another cigarette and lighting it off Barrow's lighter.

"Da told me that you served, and that when you were wounded you came back here and helped when Granny Cora opened up the house as a convalescent home for officers." Sybbie had been asking more questions about those years, lately. What with war on their doorstep it was only natural.

"I want to help, I just don't know how yet."

Sybbie smiled, and held out the unlit cigarette in Barrow's direction, if her Da caught her smoking he'd be fit to be tied, but Barrow had always had a soft spot for her and George, he wouldn't give her away.

"What Da and Lucy don't know won't kill them, come on, Barrow. I'm not a little girl anymore. Smoke with me." She also wanted to hear all about Hollywood, she had missed the former butler while he'd been away. Thank God Mr. Dexter had brought him back to England, and thank God Aunt Mary had insisted he stay at Downton.

"You've been away a long time."

Sybbie stepped into the room and hesitated, unsure how to begin. Her Da talked about her mother whenever Sybbie asked questions about her, but this question didn't seem like the kind to go to Da with.

Sitting on the edge of Aunt Mary's bed, Sybbie collected herself.

"I was born in this house right, Mama and Da were staying here when I was born?"

"Aunt Mary," Sybbie hovered on the threshold to her aunt's room, she loved visiting Downton, loved seeing her cousins and Donk and Granny Cora. But this visit felt different. Sybbie was the oldest, she was starting to understand grown up things. Things like death. "Can we talk?" (From Sybbie)

Mary's eyes flash upwards at Sybbie's unannounced request for entrance. "Yes, of course, darling. Sybbie." A honorific often given to the girl's beloved mother. Looking at her now, she could see phantoms of the Youngest Crawley resurrected in her and GOOD LORD, it gave her heart a terrible pang of that unquenchable grief. Pangs it got when only Matthew or Sybil were thought of. After all, most touted her as the most heartless of all the Crawleys. "Of course we can talk." She puts her mirror down upon her vanity. "Whatever is on your mind?" Though she is busy, she gifted her niece her undivided attention.

Sybbie couldn't help the way her heart skipped several beats whenever someone spoke of her mother. Lucy was good to her, but Sybbie still longed for the mother who she'd never known, she couldn't help it.

"Tell me about her, please? What was she like?"

"George wants to enlist, Aunt Mary is livid." Sybbie said rolling another cigarette and lighting it off Barrow's lighter.

"Da told me that you served, and that when you were wounded you came back here and helped when Granny Cora opened up the house as a convalescent home for officers." Sybbie had been asking more questions about those years, lately. What with war on their doorstep it was only natural.

"I want to help, I just don't know how yet."

"I don't understand, why would anyone be cruel to you?" Sybbie said, Barrow had always been nothing but good to her, she found Mr. Barrow to be the best kind of person. Kind and gentle, he'd played with Sybbie and her cousins as children and now that Sybbie was grown she still found him to be a good person.

"I know I'm not her, but for what it's worth. You've always been a good friend to me."

Sybbie couldn't help the way her heart skipped several beats whenever someone spoke of her mother. Lucy was good to her, but Sybbie still longed for the mother who she'd never known, she couldn't help it.

"Tell me about her, please? What was she like?"

"I cannot imagine you ever being that way, you're a good man, and I have missed you since you went away to America." Sybbie blew out a puff of smoke and turned back to Barrow.

"I think if she was still alive, my mama would count herself lucky to be your friend... and I hope you have found happiness in America, even though it's so far away."

"I don't understand, why would anyone be cruel to you?" Sybbie said, Barrow had always been nothing but good to her, she found Mr. Barrow to be the best kind of person. Kind and gentle, he'd played with Sybbie and her cousins as children and now that Sybbie was grown she still found him to be a good person.

"I know I'm not her, but for what it's worth. You've always been a good friend to me."

Sybbie followed his lead, finishing her own cigarette and snuffing it out before pulling the pack of gum out of her pocket and offering him a piece. It would cover the smoke smell on their breath at least a little.

"Maybe I could come visit you in America? I'm so glad you're here, but I don't want to lose touch again."

"I cannot imagine you ever being that way, you're a good man, and I have missed you since you went away to America." Sybbie blew out a puff of smoke and turned back to Barrow.

"I think if she was still alive, my mama would count herself lucky to be your friend... and I hope you have found happiness in America, even though it's so far away."

"I would like that very much..." Sybbie hesitated for a moment and watched him move towards the house.

"Barrow?" She waited for his attention to return to her.

"Thank you... for telling me about my mama... I hope you can tell me some more stories soon."

Sybbie followed his lead, finishing her own cigarette and snuffing it out before pulling the pack of gum out of her pocket and offering him a piece. It would cover the smoke smell on their breath at least a little.

"Maybe I could come visit you in America? I'm so glad you're here, but I don't want to lose touch again."

@butlerbarrow continued from here: (x)

Sybbie smiled, though it didn't quite feel right for a dear friend such as Barrow to still call her Miss, he wasn't a servant, at least not her servant.

"Sybbie is fine." She said softly, everyone she loved called her Sybbie, she was only Sybil when her da was cross, or when she was being presented to the king and queen.

"We are friends are we not?"