|Lord Chistopher Blake II (blakethesecond) wrote in toujoursliberer,|
@ 2008-05-03 22:35:00
|Entry tags:||christopher_blake, emilie_ashford|
Subject: A walk.
Where: The city of London.
Who: Lord Christopher Blake II
Warnings: None as yet.
Open to: Anyone who may be passing or wants to play with Christopher.
Christopher had had a rare thought to go out and enjoy London, and for once he decided to act on it. Sometimes he found he missed the city life, tucked away in the countryside of Surrey with similar faces. Though he adored his work and would not give it up for the world, he frequently grew tired. It was not exactly relaxing in the English capital but it was certainly a change of scenery. The people were new: perhaps not all too pleasant but at least they were English. He had been with Revolutionaries so much he worried he had forgotten how to speak his own language.
Stopping at a stall to smell a bouquet a very busty woman had put together, Christopher engaged her in idle chatter. She needn't know he was a Lord. He wasn't exactly wearing the finery associated with the title, and he liked that fact. Here, he could disappear.