Fitzwilliam Darcy (mrdarcy_) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2018-07-25 15:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | fitzwilliam darcy, ~ash sully, ~bobby sully |
Who? Mr Darcy, Miss Sully & Sgt Sully.
Where? Ashley's apartment.
When? This afternoon.
What? A totally hot date XD
Rating? Low low low.
Open? Ask first.
It was an odd sort of a situation. On one hand, keeping up with the succession of letters and visits that were a normal part of society life made him feel more settled and secure in a very alien environment. On the other hand, he was feeling a little ridiculous. It was really not like him to be so easily tempted, and he didn't like that he couldn't logically explain what it was about Miss Sully that had him so beguiled him. Yes, she was pretty enough. She had splendid eyes, her hair was simply marvelous, something so brightly wild when she left it curling, and then of course there were the legs. She was also apparently somewhat accomplished at least - music, literature, a little history, that much he knew of already. But she was bold, brash, verging on impolite at times, knew very little of her station in life, and had the audacity to correct him and ask impertinent questions at the most infuriating times, and... fuck, did he like that? Was that what he liked in a woman? None of the demure ones ever turned his head, did they? Oh, he was utterly hopeless.
He'd spent an age deciding on his attire. He was tempted to try to fit in with the majority of the men on the station, but he only owned the one suit that Ashley had gifted him, and everything else in his wardrobe was from his own time. Plus, he wasn't sure he wouldn't make some embarrassing error in attempting to dress for the 2010s. He would have to wait until he had more frequent society of the men on the station, and he could ask for some guidance on the matter. For now, he dressed as he would at home for a social call on a young lady.
As he headed along to the apartment Sgt Sully had directed him to, he did believe he was feeling a little nervous. "Pull yourself together, Darcy," he muttered very quietly under his breath, before he turned a corner and came upon the correct door. He took a deep breath, counted to three, and then knocked on the door.