Fitzwilliam Darcy (mrdarcy_) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2019-02-10 22:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | fitzwilliam darcy, miguel o'hara |
Who? Darcy & Miguel
Where? The island
When? Friday afternoon
What? Definitely not climbing a tree.
Open? No
Rating? Low
After a fortnight of minimal contact with the outside world, it felt a little strange to not only be out and about, but out somewhere that was actually outdoors, properly, with real air and real trees. No matter how many times Ashley had tried to convince him that the parks on the station were real, he'd just never felt it. And perhaps she had marked the difference herself once she had Pemberley to compare it to, and knew what he had come from.
Darcy had swapped his mourning garb for a slightly less uptight and severe outfit, although he was still in muted darks, and the armband was still around one arm. It wasn't exactly the best tree-climbing outfit, but he had no intention of actually doing so - not just out of stubbornness, but a disinclination to further injure his back.
Although he felt that he wasn't quite himself, he was glad for the change of scenery. Bingley offered a constant reassurance, and he was sure he was going to be reluctant to go anywhere at all without him for the forseeable future. But he liked Miguel. He would go so far as to say he was his best friend on the station, and that was not just a process of elimination since so many had disappeared, it was a genuine feeling. So, all in all, he felt quite secure with it all as a first real outing.