They always wonder about the man you'll become but seldom care about the man you are
It was with no regret that William Grenville knocked on the terribly ornate door of his cousin, Sebastian. There were details carved into it that nobody probably noticed. Flowers. Scrolls. Things that had been bought and paid for and then had been lovingly crafted in a piece of wood that was for all intents and purposes a marker for the wealthy! A sentinel for the well to do. This great block of wood that kept the riff-raff out.
Getting here had literally been a walk in the park. Now that the fog had lifted he took it upon himself to go the longest, greenest way to this reunion. He’d watched some ducks float, some ladies giggle, there were some kids that were staying out a little later now that the great fog of 1887 had lifted. Though, William couldn’t say that the view was much improved. At least with the cover of the mist he could pretend he was in a valley between mountains. Now that the sun’s rays were slapping him in the face he had nothing else to do but to see the towers of enterprise. People were out in droves enjoying the day and all he could hear was the constant noise.
And the scowl hadn’t lifted until he passed through the iron gate and had climbed up the stairs to this great, giant carved piece of wood. A deep breath was taken in and it was exhaled in a cool, alcohol laden breath. So what if he was making his appearance here a few drinks into the night. He was hardly drunk. There was not even a flush in the cheeks. He was just…relaxed.
There he stood for a minute or two, admiring the details of this door, before his glove was removed and his bare knuckles rapped intently at the door and didn’t stop. There was no shave and a haircut. He didn’t waste time ringing the doorbell politely. No. He knocked and he knocked and he continued to knock in a steady esoteric pattern of taps. He was here for one reason and that was to have fun with Little Sebastian. Sebastian been such a smart child. A good boy by all accounts and he was looking forward to seeing him now as a the good man he’d become. He hoped he’d become.
When the door finally opened he didn’t stop knocking until the wood was completely out of his reach and he said, darling smirk on his face, “That’s an impressive door you go there.”