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.

[fine_eyes_lizzy]

Elizabeth was relieved, and slightly disappointed, she had to admit, that Simkin changed his clothing once again. It was also quite astonishing how he managed to pull off completely clashing colors.

"I must agree, sir, to both questions. I have never visited a place more happily situated, or with gardens as richly cultivated." She paused to pluck off some sort of magical, glowing lily and stick it in her bonnet with her other flowers. "And I am very glad to hear that you limit your powers. It is most admirable of you. The more I see of polite society, the less I like of it, but I would have little pleasure if I could not laugh at its absurdities."

[silk_simkin]

There's an roguish grin, as Simkin steps just that little closer to Miss Bennet. "It's only the magic that I limit, Miss Bennet. When it comes to powers of persuasion, I tend to utilise every weapon at my disposal. Which, considering my sheer lack of charm is only fair, wouldn't you say?"

He smiled, without guile, without malice, just innocence.

"And polite society is very rarely that. More so it's just discrete about it's duels and bloodshed. Which I think is why I enjoy your company so. You hold little malice in your heart, and while your Mr. Darcy is a prat, you are still remarkably civilised regarding him. You are indeed a remarkable woman."

[fine_eyes_lizzy]

Elizabeth smiled and glanced up at him a moment before realizing how close Simkin was. It was a bit startling, but not entirely... scratch that. It was extremely pleasant. "Yes, only fair," she repeated, a bit dazedly, before shaking her head and returning to her flower collection. She listened to him quietly for a moment, and smiled at the compliment.

With a laugh to dispel any chance that the compliment would go to her head, she replied, "Sir, you give me far too much credit! I must confess, I do my best to be civil towards Mr. Darcy, but I... ah...." She cleared her throat uncomfortably. "I must confess that I slapped him. I feel quite terrible about it, particularly since he acted very gentlemanly about the whole thing after that, but I did it and I cannot take it back."

She plucked a violet out of the garden and twirled it between her fingers uneasily. "Well, there it is. I hope I have not ruined your good opinion of me forever."

[silk_simkin]

"Ha. I give you not enough, it seems." He laughed, and probably would have kissed her, if he was not certain it would spoil the afternoon. Plus getting slapped? Not that entertaining, despite what you may believe.

"You slapped him? My dear girl, your taste is proving most wonderful. I trust that your honour is redeemed, and that I won't have to go squibbing him after the fact, as it were?"

As if slapping anyone would ruin his good opinion of her.

[fine_eyes_lizzy]

Elizabeth laughed in relief. "I humbly thank you, sir. He has yet to retract his remarks, or answer me in a satisfactory manner, but I still should not have slapped him."

Rather forwardly, she reached over and tucked the violet she'd been toying with into his breast pocket. "There! That matched your suit most admirably." She smiled up at him. "Please accept it as my thanks for your offer to squib Mr. Darcy. Though I would rather have him out of the school entirely, he is here and I must deal with him as best I can. As my sister Mary would say, 'Times like these are sent to try our fortitude'." She glanced heavenward in mild amusement.

[silk_simkin]

OOC: Rethread?

"Well from the sounds of things, he's put you through enough to grant you reason to slap him. Feel no remorse there."

He offered his arm to her again, and looked at her most seriously "You are right, it does match me most admirably. I shall accept it with great pleasure." He may be talking about the flower.

"Well, should you ever need an escape from Mr. Darcy, all you need to is call for me, and I shall endeavour to be there instantly."

His suit vanished again, returning to the old outfit. Save for a violet in his pocket.