Dec 26, 2009 16:46
christmas ficlet #2, for therese, who asked for mr. darcy meets spock. um. when i said no guarantees about length or quality, i really really meant it.
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Mr. Spock’s hat-and that was a most unusual name, even for the Americas, where it was rumored the former colonists bred with the natives and had all manner of strange customs-was pulled very low over his ears, so that it must have been quite uncomfortable, particularly in the August heat. Perhaps that explained the man’s sober, almost sour expression.
“I am still unclear as to the nature of your interest in my property,” Darcy told him. “But I suppose there is no harm in letting you walk the grounds. You may take one of the foresters with you as a guide, if you wish. It would be unfortunate if you became lost or injured and were unable to return to the house for help.”
fragments,
worlds not mine