Who: Artemis and Sebastian What: An almost-meeting Where: Park When: 1 September Rating: PG Artemis had a few things in mind for the upcoming fashion show she was helping with, and an embroidered dress was one of those things. Sitting inside and stitching though was not something that interested her, not normally, and so she had elected to bring her work to the park nearby. The form of the dress was simple, but the work she was doing was not. She was slowly stitching an entire celestial pattern on the skirt, following a star map she had printed out. The silver thread on black stood out in sharp relief, and she hummed to herself as she worked, getting her idea from paper to actual clothing.
Sebastian liked the park. He'd lived in London and Paris and various other cities over the course of his life, but always found the parks within them (or the private hunting grounds or estates back when he was a noble himself). His house with his sister was adjacent to the park - a way to give him a bit of a break from the light pollution. He liked the top of skyscrapers too, but the amount of iron in the steel that made them could be an issue. It wasn't dark yet, but he was in the park enjoying the breeze.
She glanced up on occasion to see the people around her. With her sister being on the police force, she knew it was unwise to get too distracted from her surroundings. The park was very sparsely populated, which was nice in her mind, but one person did catch her eye. Her hand stilled for just a second so she could examine him, though she quickly went back to her work. What she'd told Aden the other day was true. It was hard to make time for dating between school and hospital trips.
The breeze drew him towards a girl - woman probably - embroidering. It was as a scene from centuries ago - a handmaiden in the gardens with her work. He almost thought for a moment he was sleeping - dreaming of ages past - but she certainly wasn't dressed for court despite her courtly activity. There was a modernity to her clothes and her curly hair certainly would have been bound up was this properly historical. He realized though he was watching her work and he was better bred than that.
A glance up told her his eyes were on her just as hers had been on him a moment before, and she looked back down at the material she was stitching on, frowning slightly. She had made that stitch too long, and the distraction was not helping her work at all.
Sebastian shook his head when she turned back to her embroidery. This wasn't court. And she wasn't working out in public with the intention of being interrupted by a strange sylph. He turned and walked back towards his house, giving the young woman her privacy and leaving her to her work.