And the days are drifting into seasons: Closed RP Simkin/Lizzie

[silk_simkin]

OOC: Possibly Backdated, I dunnoSimkin was in a peculiar mood, partly because he was bored, and partly because he'd discovered he was feeling actual affection of some kind for the mortals around him. This was vaguely disconcerting, but also an interesting change. Stagnation was not something Simkin particularly enjoyed, and generally did whatever

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[fine_eyes_lizzy]

Elizabeth was in her room, arraigning a bouquet of flowers that she had accidentally created while trapped in a room with Mr. Darcy, when the hawk arrived.

She was quite happy that her uncomfortable meeting with Mr. Darcy should soon be forgotten in the pleasures of walking with Simkin. After she changed into a suitable walking gown and spenser, and completed her toilette with unusual care, she placed a white lily in her dark hair and, being sure to bring a bonnet, followed the map towards the gardens.

"Mr. Simkin?" she called, looking around the garden with great pleasure.

[silk_simkin]

Simkin was lounging on a stone bench, clad in an green silk shirt, entwined with ivy, a pair of well-tailored brown pants, with customised grass stains on them, and tucked into the pocket of the shirt, at odds with everything else: an orange silk handkerchief.

Upon hearing his name, he glanced up, and instantly a smile illuminated his face, almost literally. He pushed himself to his feet and strode over towards Elizabeth.

"Miss Bennet. How delightful to see you! And please, just Simkin. Mr. Simkin is both dreadfully formal and dull, and incorrect, for it assumes that I have a surname. Alas, that is something I wouldst rectify, given half a chance, but not for you, dear lady. To you, I must beg that I always be Simkin. Or 'That Well-Dressed Fool'."

[fine_eyes_lizzy]

Elizabeth laughed and curtsied. "I shall obey your desires, sir. As 'That Well Dressed Fool' holds some measure of truth, it seems a bit of a mouthful to use in everyday situations. I shall be forced to save the second title for special occasions and simply call you Simkin."

She wondered, briefly, if she should ask him to call her Elizabeth in turn, but quickly vetoed the idea. She scarcely knew Simkin, and through she was perfectly amenable to being called 'Miss Elizabeth', simply 'Elizabeth' seemed a bit... too forward. "Well, sir, you must enlighten me as to the contents of this garden," she remarked, with a smile. "I am very fond of nature, but I cannot claim any knowledge of the magical flora in this castle."

[silk_simkin]

Simkin very carefully hid his smirk regarding her comment about obeying his desires. It would've been most loutish after all, and Simkin was anything but a lout.

"The contents of this garden? Most certainly. In fact, it would be my pleasure." There might have been a wink as he offered her his arm.

"Especially since this is a school, and we are here to learn, are we not?"

[fine_eyes_lizzy]

Elizabeth accepted his arm, with a small, amused smile. Had Simkin just winked at her? Rather forward of him, if he had, but Elizabeth was quite charmed by it.

"Indeed, sir." She glanced around the garden with interest. "Can you tell me, for example, what sorts of flowers those are over there? Or that tree, far ahead of us that just... forgive me, but did it just hit a bird that was flying by it?"

[silk_simkin]

Simkin rattled off the names of the flowers in his usual charming style. The mun however is far too uncreative to come up with ideas regarding flowers, so there's magical roses, and lilies, and lilac and the like.

All very pretty, probably all changing colours.

Then she pointed out the tree, and he laughed.

"Forgive my laughter, Miss Elizabeth, but that tree has a special place in my heart. It is called a Whomping Willow, and yes, it did just hit a bird. It's a disagreeable thing, but most reliable for stress relief, should you chose to transform into one."

He paused and smiled at her. "Which I have done, for many months, before your delightful presence dragged me free from my boredom."

[fine_eyes_lizzy]

Elizabeth accepted his compliment with a laugh and a (rather becoming) blush. "Sir, I cannot imagine that I alone have affected such a change, but I do confess it must be most amusing to think of you as a tree, be it even one as determined to express its opinions on the world as that one or not. I should not like to be a tree myself, like some nymph who fled the unwanted embraces of Apollo, but it must have been a most entertaining experience."

She paused a moment to pluck some sort of magical, color-changing rose that her mun was similarly too uncreative to name and inhale is perfume. Pleased with the flower, she used her bonnet as a make-shift vase to hold it. "The gardens are absolutely beautiful, though. I have never seen their like."

[silk_simkin]

"Oh, I assure you, it was most diverting. If you'd like, I can demonstrate." He was still smiling, and that blush definitely had his attention. He's male, it's often very easy to gain his attention.

"Oh, very beautiful indeed. My eyes seem positively drawn to it." It should be mentioned that Simkin is generally looking at Lizzy, not the gardens.

"I personally think none should live life without experiencing such beauty at least once. I think the school's selection procedure agrees with me, as it drags in all and sundry."

[fine_eyes_lizzy]

Elizabeth laughed again. "I find I must agree with you on that. I met one girl who has the extraordinary claim that she's an angel, and there are certainly a surprising amount of pretty girls filling out the applications. I find myself quite overwhelmed and feeling very plain indeed. I am told that most of the fair flowers of this school reside in the Hufflepuff House."

She turned to Simkin, realized his eyes were upon her, and colored again. At an attempt at regaining her composure, she smiled and archly remarked, "Sir, I believe that you said you could turn yourself into a tree? I should enjoy seeing it, if you promise to return to your own charming form once that magical objective has been accomplished. Should I move back?" Then, a bit daringly, "Simkin?"

[silk_simkin]

There was a brief flash of mischief in Simkin's eyes, as he looked at Lizzy.

"As you wish. I could never deny the prettiest flower in ravenclaw ANYTHING that she asked for. However, I would advise you to stand back."

He smiled, looked in her eyes, and then clicked his fingers. Suddenly, an oak tree was in the middle of the gardens. It then spoke.

"Oh, strike me dead. I'm rotten!"

Simkin's a tree, again. And yes, he's rotten. Both literally, and figuratively.

[fine_eyes_lizzy]

Elizabeth stepped back a moment, before rather brazenly meeting his eyes. She ignored the voice in the back of her head, which, in the shrill tones of her mother, shrieked, 'Miss Lizzy! None of your impertinence now! You do not look into the eyes of gentlemen!'

She blinked at the sudden appearance of an oak tree, then laughed and applauded when it spoke. "Bravo, sir, for a magnificent display! May I inquire, though, how you are rotten? I hope it does not reflect on your character unduly."

[silk_simkin]

Alas, Elizabeth, it may very well reflect his character. Although probably not around you.

Simkin was amused by the fact that she'd met his eyes. There was definitely a spark in this one; and he did always enjoy playing with fire.

"I'm rotten to the core, m'dear. But only physically. You will find, that my moral fibre is of the utmost quality." The tree shimmered away, and Simkin, wearing what had become his favourite outfit (as pictured above, and named Sweat and Sex) reappeared. "Usually, anyhow."

He paused to gather a handful of rose petals into his handkerchief. "Is there anything else I might demonstrate for you, Miss Elizabeth?"

[fine_eyes_lizzy]

Elizabeth blushed again. Having lived in a society where showing one's ankles was inappropriate, and having lived with four sisters had done very little to educate her on what, exactly, was beneath a man's shirt.

It was quite appealing, now that she'd had a good look... really not lady-like behavior now, look away, look away now
Lizzy!

She averted her eyes quickly and busied herself by picking several very useless flowers. Once she had regained her composure, she flashed Simkin a smile. "Well, sir, I am glad to hear it. What other powers do you possess? My answer to your question depends on your answer to mine."

[silk_simkin]

Simkin noticed that she looked somewhat intently at his chest, and was very good at not smirking. Much.

He twirled the handkerchief of rose-petals absently as he pondered her question, then as he was about to answer, he opened it and watched several doves fly free. About as many doves as there were rose petals in fact.

"My dear, at the core of it, I am magic personified. Magic in human flesh, you might say. There is very little beyond my capabilities. Save for things resorting to chance, such as your response should I ask for permission to court you, I can do anything you could imagine."

[fine_eyes_lizzy]

She watched the doves with a delighted smile before reasoning with herself that a man with his shirt hanging open was no less difficult to talk to than a man who was fulled clothed in a shirt, waistcoat, cravat, and tailcoat. Elizabeth turned her attention to Simkin once more.

"Well sir," Lizzy replied pertly, "I do not doubt that you would have a reasonable guess at my answer, regardless. But magic personified?" She shook her head. "What a very long way I've come from Longbourne! I see you can chang your appearance at will-" (if her eyes flickered down from his a moment and her blush continued, could one really blame her?) "-but can you change others'? What about their personalities, or their feelings?"

[silk_simkin]

"You indeed have come a long way, Miss Elizabeth. But I'd say that it would be entirely worth the trip, just for these gardens, no?" He paused, and was suddenly clad in something slightly less likely to cause her to blush. A business suit, 1930s pinstripe style. Except that the suit is purple, with an orange tie and green shirt. Outrageous colours, but it suits him.

"Others appearances are not a problem at all. Perhaps even physical features, though I've never tried. Personalities and feelings? Egad, madam. I am no lout, and to do such a thing to another person would be most despicable. I'd never... well, alright, I may consider it at times, when people are being truly loutish, but honestly, if I fix eerything with magic, where's the fun?"