It's been slightly awkward with Keira this week.  I haven't seen her much since we went out the other night, and I hope she's not feeling bad about kissing me.  I was telling her the truth when I said I liked it.  *puts Rudy to bed a little early and gets one of the nicer servants to agree to check on him*

*grabs a picnic basket and blanket from the ( Read more... )

*is busy banging away on a piece of iron, trying to make up for lost time - time he's spent not getting as much work done as he should, since Keira's been by providing him with a pleasant distraction ( Read more... )

*is pacing in her room* I have to get out of this house.

I almost had a fucking heart attack earlier.  One minute I was standing with both boys in the yard, and then Rudy ran after a rabbit.  I ran after him, and when I turned back around, Deacon was gone.  *takes a deep breath*  Vanished.  I panicked obviously, and screamed.

Keira came running ( Read more... )

*is strolling along the sidewalk of her neighborhood, for approximately the one millionth bloody time, all the while the wheels clunk away in her head*

I have decided that I do not have to live like this, and so I am running away.

Oh yes.

I will not allow whatever my life has become, to be dictated by a pack of men that I do not know. I ( Read more... )

I've been thinking about Clive a lot lately. I like Clive. He might just be the best man I've ever known. He's certainly the sweetest. I just feel so badly for him. I know how much his girls mean to him, and to be without them now must be killing him. I just don't know what to do for him. The only thing I can do is be as big a distraction as ( Read more... )

*is puttering around the shop, cleaning up a little, since he and Clive have caught up on all the outstanding work orders*

Things at the shop are going really great.

We have a steady number of orders, but now that Clive has remembered how to do things, we're staying on top of things. A lot of the people we do things for pay us in things - like ( Read more... )

*making his way through Grosvenor Square as the sun starts to set, just having finished a job at a nearby house, too tired to care how out of place he must look among his surroundings, and figuring it's too late for anyone else to be around to really notice anyhow, since they're all inside, busy doing whatever the hell rich people did in 1811 ( Read more... )

*darts around the kitchen frantically, helping the other servants to prepare food, wringing her hands nervously, then watching as everyone else files out of the room, carrying trays*

Jude said that Cammy and I should talk to all the other servants we can, to see if we could find anything out. But I've been trying to talk to some of these people, ( Read more... )

Well, darlings, we've relocated.

Not a moment too soon, if you ask me. The ghastly noises at the ancestral estate were escalating, and I, for one, would rather leave the decrepit manor to the spirits. No exorcism for me, thank you. I'd rather just run, darlings.

In other thrilling news, it seems my son is not my son ( Read more... )

*is on her way upstairs, having been sent by that horrid old woman to fetch Cameron, as they're all to meet with the Viscount shortly*

I've spent the past week or so scouring nearly every surface of this bloody place. I've never been dirtier, or more tired, or more scared in all my life. *winces at the pain in her back* And I really think that ( Read more... )