Why are we eating it...[Closed]
Dec. 1st, 2013 11:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hauntedbydeathIchabod would have cancelled, but he couldn't for the life of him get that darn cellphone to work. There was no longer messengers to send quick letters, so he was put in the impossible position of being terribly impolite by not showing up as planned or arriving and going with this preposterous plan.
He stood at the door, straightening his jacket and glancing around him. It felt as if everyone was watching, judging him for going into the home of an unmarried women at well past six in the evening unchaperoned. Even if he was married it was highly inappropriate to be visiting an non relation like this. She hadn't listened to reason though and honestly, it wasn't as if they didn't spend lots of time together. It was simply planning a event like this, a very personal and social event, was different. It wasn't work and the world wasn't ending. The rules were different, but she wouldn't listen. Miss Mills rarely did heed good sense.
He knocked and put his hands behind his back, half praying something would come up. Another glance around showed no eyes or gossipers. He was being overly cautious and following rules long gone. It was simply hard, because it felt so very recent to him.
He stood at the door, straightening his jacket and glancing around him. It felt as if everyone was watching, judging him for going into the home of an unmarried women at well past six in the evening unchaperoned. Even if he was married it was highly inappropriate to be visiting an non relation like this. She hadn't listened to reason though and honestly, it wasn't as if they didn't spend lots of time together. It was simply planning a event like this, a very personal and social event, was different. It wasn't work and the world wasn't ending. The rules were different, but she wouldn't listen. Miss Mills rarely did heed good sense.
He knocked and put his hands behind his back, half praying something would come up. Another glance around showed no eyes or gossipers. He was being overly cautious and following rules long gone. It was simply hard, because it felt so very recent to him.
