James Ewell Brown (fumblingtowards) wrote in britannia_ny, @ 2009-08-30 19:20:00 |
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Current mood: | peaceful |
Entry tags: | jim brown, michael madison, nathan tarn |
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Jim has taken to wearing mostly long-sleeved shirts with the collars buttoned all the way up, even since Nathan moved in properly. It's one thing to have a happy, successful relationship, and another thing for the student body to know about it. In the meantime, he has been thinking about this whole knight thing, but it's true and he can't help it that a part of him thinks it all seems immensely trivial and almost unreal next to the realities of the world, especially the one he grew up in, the one that's still haunting in his bones.
Anyway, right now it doesn't matter. It's Sunday, and he's taking one of his leisurely walks through Britannia, leaning on the blackwood cane Nathan carved for him. Pretty soon he's bound to stop in somewhere for coffee, and the warm smile and warmer fresh rolls of the baker whose attentions he's parted from. They're still good friends.
He's happy in a way he hasn't been since Amanda was born.