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What she got was the opposite of what she wanted, also known as the subtitle to her marriage.
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Swan Song
#1
January 3rd, 1890 — Rigel Hall, Cumbria
There wasn't long left now. The transformation of the people around her in the last few days was possibly more alarming to her than anything else. The healer's face had been full of confidence at first but now they looked pasty and stressed, their voice had been reduced to a low, quiet murmur when not addressing her and she assumed that was supposed to keep her from hearing the extent of her bleak prognosis so of course it had the opposite effect entirely. Not that she had the energy to externalize her fear anymore.

In the last few hours she had been working up the energy to have an important and probably her last proper conversation with her husband. Finally, the time seemed right so she asked for him. It was probably the first time she'd ever successfully summoned him to her, it was a shame it was only because she was dying.

"Phineas." She made a weak attempt to sit up in bed but gave up as soon as she felt her body railing against her. She extended a cold, clammy hand towards him hoping for a comforting gesture of some sort. He had one more healthy son, would he finally be pleased with her? That son had come at a high cost, although the full extent of which she was currently not fully aware, not that it would matter if she was dead. "What are they saying? How long...?" Her voice cracked and she let the second half of her sentence die in her throat. He'd surely catch her meaning anyway.




#2
Well wasn't this inconvenient.

Ursula would pick the most unsuitable time to fall deathly ill. He needed to return to school and she was fading away. The prognosis was not good, despite his paying for the highest quality healers. Apparently this last child was going to do her in.

His grumbles were a mask for the concern of course, as much as he enjoyed complaining about Ursula, he had never envisioned she'd die before him. So inconvenient. While dealing with the switching of healers, Phineas was interrupted by one of the staff to say his wife was asking after him. He gave the healer the eyebrow of, this conversation is not over before whisking away.

Upon entering, Phineas bristled at the feel of the room, though tried his best not to show it. He approached her bedside slowly, eyeing her carefully. Lowering himself to perch gently on the mattress, he looked her over and fought the urge to scowl. "I cannot get a solid answer." Tonight, days from now, a week at most. Nobody had a solid answer to meet his satisfaction. "I've asked for someone more competent to be sent over." He assured her, bedside manner no better than his everyday manner.



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#3
If she cared to think about the last time Phineas had been so close to her bed she would realize it was what had put her where she was and she might very well rage at him to leave. That was not what was going through her head at present though. He hadn't taken her hand. Perhaps he hadn't noticed it. She moved it so he might notice it and take a hint from her upturned palm. "This might be the last time we speak then." Suddenly the desire to squeeze every last failed expectation from her marriage out of him here and now seemed overwhelming. Surely he would respect her deathbed wishes and oblige her?

Ursula willed him to discover some romantic impulse buried deep within him and to unleash it upon her. Let him get down on his knees and praise her beauty even in death. Would that he would take her hands in his and weep for her loss and declare long suppressed love for her. She wanted him to howl and curse the world for separating them so soon, make promises that should she survive that he would cherish her. Even some kind, vaguely sentimental words might just be enough.

"There are things we must speak of before it's too late..." There were genuinely things she wanted to say, things similar to what she'd put into letters for others, but first she wanted him to take that as a cue to unload his secret feelings for her or really anything that she could twist into something resembling affection.




#4
Oblivious to Ursula's inner turmoil, Phineas was too busy resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the drama she seemed to still be well enough to drum up. Phineas was certainly not a defeatist and despite the fact that nobody seemed to be able to assure him that she was not indeed dying, he was blatantly tucking that away to unpack later.

Still, it would be heinously disingenuous of him not to listen to what she had to say, so he simply quirked an eyebrow at her in response. "Something on your mind?"



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#5
If nothing else he was at least consistent in his ability to disappoint her. Was he withholding tender words from her because he had none to give or because he thought she wasn't dead enough yet, even though she felt closer to it than ever and if he wasn't careful he'd miss his chance. Why couldn't she use the power of deathbed promises to make him love her just once, just for a moment? Couldn't he at least do her the courtesy of lying about it if he couldn't summon up genuine love for her?

She willed away the urge to cry with the thought that maybe he might yet give her what she wanted. Still it had robbed her of any inclination to start off with rosy sentiments as she had intended, instead she felt blunt and blunt was what she was. "Swear to me you'll never remarry, Phineas."



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#6
Of all the things that Phineas had been expecting Ursula to say, that had certainly not been it. His brows furrowed in both confusion and consternation. Where in the name of Merlin's beard had that come from? "Ursula," He began, paused, trying to reason out what to say next, but unsure of what exactly the right answer was here. Having never considered the possibility of needing to remarry, especially at this point in his life, he felt like it should be an easy promise to make, but what about the children? Wouldn't they need more than a nanny and a governess in their lives? Certainly he could not ask Ella to take over raising his kids.

"I'm sure this will be an unnecessary discussion." He deflected, unsure of how to really answer and without time to think on it as he would like, perhaps he could feign enough optimism.



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#7
She scowled which was actually more difficult than she'd expected it to be and so she didn't hold it there for long. She wanted to argue her mortality statistics with him but she was too tired, there were more important things to deal with. "If I live then it shouldn't matter. Swear to me you won't." She was trying to be firm about it but despite herself there was a hint of desperation in her voice that she wished she could take back. "You're hardly going to notice my absence anyway." Her voice cracked as she unintentionally rubbed salt in her own wounds and probably failed to make him feel guilty for his neglect at all.




#8
Phineas' scowl matched that if his wife, but his was deeper and more resigned; he likely had more practice with it. "I'm not doing this with you now." This was ridiculous.

"You should rest. We'll speak of any other matters later." The knock against his capabilities as a husband waa not lost on him; Phineas knew he was absent, neglectful really, but there were too many rifts between them to fully sew the divide back together. Still, he wasn't having this argument right now.





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#9
"I may not have later," she hissed. It wasn't a conversation, she wasn't asking him and he had to know that, he couldn't have any intention of ever discussing it with her which meant a second marriage was clearly something he didn't want to rule out.

She tried as hard as she could to keep the tears at bay but she simply couldn't stop the slow trickle that began. "Swear it or not, but my dying wish is that you live out the rest of your days a widower." Why had she ever let herself believe that death would finally bring out affection from her cold, distant husband? If it were Thom at her bedside... "A man of honor - a true gentleman - would respect that." The silent tears started to fall faster into her pillow.

After a moment she concluded with a pitiful sob, "Have you really no love for me, even after all this time?"



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#10
Perhaps she was feverish. Of all the things she had on her mind right now, Phineas could not fathom that fact that he may or may not remarry sometime down the line was what she brought forth to him in this moment. He had a particularly scathing remark about not doing it again after what she'd put him through, but chose not to say it, just in case she was right about her not having much time left.

"What of the children, they'll need somebody to be here with them." He certainly couldn't do it, not with the school to run and while he loved Ella dearly and he knew she would if he asked, he didn't think it fair of him to ask her to raise his children while he was at work.

Scowling now, especially after that low blow, Phineas moved to stand from where he'd perched himself on the side of the bed. "I should turn that question around on you, but I won't have it right now. You should rest." His tone suggested he was not open for any more discussion at this point.



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#11
The outrage and pain she felt at his words was enough to temporarily make her forget about her ailing body. "I did love you, Phineas!" Her voice was almost the shout she had wanted it to be but her voice wavered feebly. Her voice grew quieter as she continued. "I loved you and all I ever wanted was for you to love me back. Just the illusion of it would have been enough." She paused to catch her breath and sniffle as the tears rolled down. "You couldn't even give me that."

Her lip trembled and she made the occasional little whimpering noise that even Ursula couldn't say whether it was because of her physical pain or the emotional pain she'd just dredged up. Had she ever been so pitiful in her entire life? "Just go," she muttered.




#12
Phineas was already at the door, hand on the knob when she spoke again, and he didn't even bother to look back. "If that were true, half of our past wouldn't have happened." He paused a moment more to let it sink in. Their marriage had only been pristine on the outside. Within their own walls it was beyond crumbling.

"I was incredibly fond of you once upon a time, but apparently that wasn't enough." He cast a poignant look over his shoulder. Phineas was aware that he was not, nor had ever really been the most affectionate, but outside of that, Ursula had never wanted for anything; and she'd strayed anyway. Apparently that was that mattered most to her in the long run.

Without waiting for a rebuttal, Phineas slipped from the room.



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#13
Incredibly fond of her? She had to be slipping into a delirium that couldn't be true but why in the hell would Phineas lie about such a thing? "Don't lie to me!" she feebly shouted as the door closed behind him. It had to be a lie, it had to be! If it wasn't, then that could only mean that she'd had his affections once, not realized it and lost them entirely which was so much worse than never having had them at all. Now he'd cruelly left her with a potential truth bomb that was going to plague her until her dying breath. What if... She gave a single, guttural sob as she dissolved into a distraught mess. Everything felt so much worse suddenly. He'd dealt the killing blow, he'd killed her! 





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