So eons upon eons ago (actually just October), Scarlet Court had a birthday and invited writers in the fandom to write something having to do with Tom and Sybil’s anniversary for her birthday. I know that this is woefully late, but here’s a little drabble about their first anniversary based in my Sybil Lives S4 universe. Takes place between 3x04 and 3x05, in June of 1920.
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Neither acknowledged the day until it arrived, but it had been on both their minds during the week leading up to it.
A year ago, the momentary disappointment in her parents, who had chosen not to witness her marriage of love, faded away as her new family warmly welcomed her into their fold.   
A year ago, a stomach full of butterflies became a tightening in his heart as he watched her walk down the aisle of the small church alone but grinning and confident.
An uncle had offered to do the honors, but Sybil had preferred to make the march on her own. “It feels appropriate,” she’d said. “I made the decision to marry. Why should I be given away by anyone but myself.” The words made him love her more.
A year ago, there was no looking back.
A year ago, the future was everything they wanted it to be. 
A year ago, who could have foreseen they’d be back where they’d started.
Neither could have, and perhaps that was why neither mentioned the anniversary before it arrived, why neither thought to make any plans. But regardless of how they felt on the days leading up to it, on the morning of their first anniversary, Tom and Sybil woke in each other’s arms with nothing but happy memories of the day they became husband and wife, their lips full of kisses and renewed promises.
After breakfast, despite Sybil’s advanced pregnancy, they decided to go for an outing together. Matthew happily offered his motor. They left the house with a blanket and a picnic basket full of food and books but no destination. It wasn’t until they were about halfway there that Tom decided to drive all the York. As the car neared the familiar campus, Sybil perked up.
"Why here?" she asked him.
"It’s a day to celebrate memories, isn’t it? There’s plenty of them here."
"For me," Sybil said. 
"We have a memory here," Tom said with a smirk.
"Not a good one."
"What?" he said with mock indignation. "My proposing to you is not a good memory?"
Sybil laughed. “No, just my failure to give you an answer.”
"You didn’t say no."
"I suppose that’s true."
"Besides, here you became the woman who could say yes to someone like me, who would be proud of working alongside her husband. You and I couldn’t have become us without this place.”
Sybil smiled at his words and looked around as Tom brought the car to a stop, very near where he’d stopped so many years ago with a question in his fast-beating heart. After helping her out of the car, he grabbed the blanket and picnic and the two found a spot next to a shade tree near the center of the campus, where students could be see milling about. They spent the day reading, enjoying being in each other’s company and every so often talking about their past and their future, how far they’d come and how much further still there was to go.  

So eons upon eons ago (actually just October), Scarlet Court had a birthday and invited writers in the fandom to write something having to do with Tom and Sybil’s anniversary for her birthday. I know that this is woefully late, but here’s a little drabble about their first anniversary based in my Sybil Lives S4 universe. Takes place between 3x04 and 3x05, in June of 1920.

———

Neither acknowledged the day until it arrived, but it had been on both their minds during the week leading up to it.

A year ago, the momentary disappointment in her parents, who had chosen not to witness her marriage of love, faded away as her new family warmly welcomed her into their fold.   

A year ago, a stomach full of butterflies became a tightening in his heart as he watched her walk down the aisle of the small church alone but grinning and confident.

An uncle had offered to do the honors, but Sybil had preferred to make the march on her own. “It feels appropriate,” she’d said. “I made the decision to marry. Why should I be given away by anyone but myself.” The words made him love her more.

A year ago, there was no looking back.

A year ago, the future was everything they wanted it to be. 

A year ago, who could have foreseen they’d be back where they’d started.

Neither could have, and perhaps that was why neither mentioned the anniversary before it arrived, why neither thought to make any plans. But regardless of how they felt on the days leading up to it, on the morning of their first anniversary, Tom and Sybil woke in each other’s arms with nothing but happy memories of the day they became husband and wife, their lips full of kisses and renewed promises.

After breakfast, despite Sybil’s advanced pregnancy, they decided to go for an outing together. Matthew happily offered his motor. They left the house with a blanket and a picnic basket full of food and books but no destination. It wasn’t until they were about halfway there that Tom decided to drive all the York. As the car neared the familiar campus, Sybil perked up.

"Why here?" she asked him.

"It’s a day to celebrate memories, isn’t it? There’s plenty of them here."

"For me," Sybil said. 

"We have a memory here," Tom said with a smirk.

"Not a good one."

"What?" he said with mock indignation. "My proposing to you is not a good memory?"

Sybil laughed. “No, just my failure to give you an answer.”

"You didn’t say no."

"I suppose that’s true."

"Besides, here you became the woman who could say yes to someone like me, who would be proud of working alongside her husband. You and I couldn’t have become us without this place.”

Sybil smiled at his words and looked around as Tom brought the car to a stop, very near where he’d stopped so many years ago with a question in his fast-beating heart. After helping her out of the car, he grabbed the blanket and picnic and the two found a spot next to a shade tree near the center of the campus, where students could be see milling about. They spent the day reading, enjoying being in each other’s company and every so often talking about their past and their future, how far they’d come and how much further still there was to go.