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[Dec. 26] [Boardwalk Empire] Still Waters
Title: Still Waters
Day/Theme: Dec. 26, 2014 "I flooded my sleeves as I drove home again"
Series: Boardwalk Empire
Character/Pairing: Julia(/Richard), Paul, Tommy
Rating: PG, season 4 spoilers
It would've been socially acceptable to cry in public. That was her husband who had been found dead under the boardwalk after all. She was a widow with a young adopted son who had been through too much trouble to begin with his short life thus far and a dying father. Things had never been easy for them (when was love ever easy?), but that had been her husband.
They had barely been married for a handful of days, but it wasn't as if that was where their relationship had begun. It wasn't as if time meant anything to the heart.
Her father would have forgiven her if she had cried. Paul was a tough man, who didn't go out much for public displays of emotion, but not to see the slightest sign that his daughter had shed a tear for her husband, even in private, trying to keep it from him- it said something sad about how harsh things were. Julia wasn't like how he had been after Fred died, and she didn't seem like she was going to fall apart either, but she wasn't right. Of course, none of it was right. Just, Paul had thought, just maybe one thing could go off decently for them for once.
Tommy would have understood if she'd cried. After all, they were all sad. All of them together. Julia had told him it was okay to let it out and so he had. Tommy didn't remember his mother and father all that well, but Richard was different. He was always going to remember Richard (that was what he told himself- Richard was important to him). He cried, because he missed Richard and he had promised, hadn't he? That they'd all be together in Wisconsin?
Julia didn't cry at home though. Not in front of Tommy or her father. Not alone in her bedroom or standing in the kitchen.
She went along numbly through the process of living. She went to her job at the hardware store. On the way home, the sorrow rocker her mind like a rogue wave. She pulled over and put her head down on the steering wheel and cried in the car.
Day/Theme: Dec. 26, 2014 "I flooded my sleeves as I drove home again"
Series: Boardwalk Empire
Character/Pairing: Julia(/Richard), Paul, Tommy
Rating: PG, season 4 spoilers
It would've been socially acceptable to cry in public. That was her husband who had been found dead under the boardwalk after all. She was a widow with a young adopted son who had been through too much trouble to begin with his short life thus far and a dying father. Things had never been easy for them (when was love ever easy?), but that had been her husband.
They had barely been married for a handful of days, but it wasn't as if that was where their relationship had begun. It wasn't as if time meant anything to the heart.
Her father would have forgiven her if she had cried. Paul was a tough man, who didn't go out much for public displays of emotion, but not to see the slightest sign that his daughter had shed a tear for her husband, even in private, trying to keep it from him- it said something sad about how harsh things were. Julia wasn't like how he had been after Fred died, and she didn't seem like she was going to fall apart either, but she wasn't right. Of course, none of it was right. Just, Paul had thought, just maybe one thing could go off decently for them for once.
Tommy would have understood if she'd cried. After all, they were all sad. All of them together. Julia had told him it was okay to let it out and so he had. Tommy didn't remember his mother and father all that well, but Richard was different. He was always going to remember Richard (that was what he told himself- Richard was important to him). He cried, because he missed Richard and he had promised, hadn't he? That they'd all be together in Wisconsin?
Julia didn't cry at home though. Not in front of Tommy or her father. Not alone in her bedroom or standing in the kitchen.
She went along numbly through the process of living. She went to her job at the hardware store. On the way home, the sorrow rocker her mind like a rogue wave. She pulled over and put her head down on the steering wheel and cried in the car.