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Oct. 31st, 2016 11:43 amIn truth, there are days when Ross returns home and Demelza is very aware how different a life they lead here in Darrow based simply on the smell of him.
In Cornwall, she'd have never noticed. They both spent the day hard at work, down in the mine or in the barn or the fields, both of them sweating under the hot sun, moving among the animals without thought, both with callouses on their hands from their work. Demelza would insist they both work equally as hard in Darrow, though she less so at the moment, which is another issue entirely. It's different, though.
With limited warm water, bathing in Cornwall had been something of an event. For the most part everyone had splashed themselves with some water from the basin or gone down to the ocean for a dip in warmer weather, but Darrow is something else. In Darrow there exists showers, an invention for which Demelza is terribly grateful, and there are softly scented soaps that smell like their fields after a rain, or soaps that are bright and sharp, carrying the tang of citrus fruits, or soaps that smell of flowers or cucumbers or all sorts of things she'd have never imagined. The world is very different and so, in some of the strangest ways, she's terribly aware of it.
Such as the scent Ross carries with him when he comes in the door at the end of a very long day.
It's Julia, though, who lets out a shriek of laughter and runs for her mother's legs, toddling dangerously on the way. "Papa," she says, still laughing. "Papa smells."
Demelza can't help but laugh as well, looking at Ross with bright eyes as Abby comes into the room and scoops Julia up from behind Demelza's legs.
"Yes, love," she agrees with a smile. "Yes, tis true, he does."
"You both ought to be kinder to Ross," Abby scolds as she takes Julia from the room, the little girl still laughing and kicking her legs.
"Ought I?" Demelza asks, looking at Ross, her eyes still lit up in amusement. "Am I not kind, Ross?"
Ross is the serious sort, she'd seen it in him for a very long time, since he brought her to Nampara to live and to work for him, but for just a long she's been working at breaking that down bit by bit. Her husband will perhaps always be serious and Demelza will always love him for it, but they do have fun now and again, and he's long since learned how to respond to her gentle teasing.
In Cornwall, she'd have never noticed. They both spent the day hard at work, down in the mine or in the barn or the fields, both of them sweating under the hot sun, moving among the animals without thought, both with callouses on their hands from their work. Demelza would insist they both work equally as hard in Darrow, though she less so at the moment, which is another issue entirely. It's different, though.
With limited warm water, bathing in Cornwall had been something of an event. For the most part everyone had splashed themselves with some water from the basin or gone down to the ocean for a dip in warmer weather, but Darrow is something else. In Darrow there exists showers, an invention for which Demelza is terribly grateful, and there are softly scented soaps that smell like their fields after a rain, or soaps that are bright and sharp, carrying the tang of citrus fruits, or soaps that smell of flowers or cucumbers or all sorts of things she'd have never imagined. The world is very different and so, in some of the strangest ways, she's terribly aware of it.
Such as the scent Ross carries with him when he comes in the door at the end of a very long day.
It's Julia, though, who lets out a shriek of laughter and runs for her mother's legs, toddling dangerously on the way. "Papa," she says, still laughing. "Papa smells."
Demelza can't help but laugh as well, looking at Ross with bright eyes as Abby comes into the room and scoops Julia up from behind Demelza's legs.
"Yes, love," she agrees with a smile. "Yes, tis true, he does."
"You both ought to be kinder to Ross," Abby scolds as she takes Julia from the room, the little girl still laughing and kicking her legs.
"Ought I?" Demelza asks, looking at Ross, her eyes still lit up in amusement. "Am I not kind, Ross?"
Ross is the serious sort, she'd seen it in him for a very long time, since he brought her to Nampara to live and to work for him, but for just a long she's been working at breaking that down bit by bit. Her husband will perhaps always be serious and Demelza will always love him for it, but they do have fun now and again, and he's long since learned how to respond to her gentle teasing.
