Michelle Dockery attends the ‘Downton Abbey’ photo call at the Beverly Hilton Hotel on July 22, 2012 in Beverly Hills, California. (Photo by Jason LaVeris)
048 & 049/100 → DOCKERY
It always gets me how young she looks in S1 - how did they do that? She looks like a girl, exactly the age she is supposed to be. By the end of S2 she is a woman, again accurately reflecting the years that are supposed to have passed.
She’s here. Of course she’s here. It’s why he came in the first place, why he drank his first drink too quickly and hasn’t been able to keep his hands still since he sat down. It takes no time at all for her to spot him. One glance around the room and her eyes are locked on his. He’s never been very good at hiding. Maybe he wanted to be found.
Mary makes no motion of invitation, no word or wave or smile. He stands anyway, takes one, two steps forward. His heart’s beating a riot in his chest. He blames it on the music.
There are a thousand things he’d say to her, if she’d listen. You kissed me last week. You kissed me last week against the door of your father’s office. You kissed me last week and I haven’t been able to think about anything else since. He can’t think about anything else now, not when she’s all smooth shoulders and hooded eyes, not when she’s looking at him like that.
He takes another step forward and something gives, something in her face closing off entirely. She looks away, finds someone nearby to latch on to. Matthew downs the rest of his drink in one and stands to leave, pushing past her on his way out the door. She reaches out and grabs her new friend’s beer, drains it in one fluid movement, and leans forward on her elbows, equal parts coy smile and vicious bite. “Tell me,” she says, eyes flicking up to Matthew’s for the smallest second, “what do you know about Greek mythology?”
Matthew’s hands clench into fists. He wonders what the pictures in tomorrow’s paper will look like.
Have I said in the last 10 minutes that I need more modern Downton AU in my life? I have? Oh, never mind.