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The day is already quite beautiful as they move towards the fair.

Jane is grinning as Lucy does her best to try and hold Tom's attention.

Though its hard to look at just one thing since there's so much swirling around them.

She lost track of where everyone else has gone off to but its lovely to just walk and listen.

Date: 2009-09-20 07:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
Tom, meanwhile, has been politely entertaining his younger cousin - but he really wants to do is -

Well, engage Miss Austen in conversation. Yes.

He glances in her direction.

Date: 2009-09-20 08:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
While Tom is not particularly rich, he doesn't like to make a big point of it. As far as everyone is concerned, the man does fine on his own.

"Only if you wish to be," he says to Jane before digging into his pocket for his coin purse.

"Go on, then, Lucy."

The girl's eyes light up.

Date: 2009-09-20 09:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
Tom laughs easily, smiles easily, and hands the old woman the appropriate number of coins for the ribbon. He can feel his heartbeat quicken just a bit at Jane's comment.

(None of this, however, would he admit.)

"Are you certain, Miss Austen?" he inquires. "I would not mind."

Date: 2009-09-20 09:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
His easy smile becomes something a bit deeper in turn. And his eyes hold hers for a moment longer, as if he were trying to decipher just what her soft smile means.

"Certainly, Miss Austen," he says, before bending down to choose an appropriate colour and fabric.

Date: 2010-01-24 09:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
Indeed, the torch light can be blamed for the cause of enchantment. As could the actors and enthusiastic fair guests.

"Ah, yes. I do believe Miss Austen can pull off any colour she wishes," he says - and he may be laying it on thick, but he hardly cares.

"Red," he says. "It is bold, independent, looks lovely against the dark, and compliments green quite nicely."

And look at that: he's wearing green.

Date: 2010-01-24 10:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
And it's likely best that Lucy does not look too far into what may or may not be happening between Tom and Jane, because neither of their families would likely approve.

Not that Tom is thinking that far ahead.

"You are quite welcome, Miss Austen. As always."

He smiles as he presents the ribbon to her.

Date: 2010-01-24 10:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
"Have you ever been witness to a circus act, Miss Austen? I hear there are talented jugglers in attendance this year."

And he's certain Lucy would also enjoy it, too.

Unfortunately for all of them, it just so happens to be near a boxing fight that has just started to pick up.

Date: 2010-01-24 11:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
One of the men has attacked his opponent in the most unjust fashion; it is an action that would surely disqualify him from a competition with a set of rules.

However, in the world of boxing, there generally are none.

(But not if Tom can help it.)

The man goes down. Which means Tom can enter.

Alas, he does not hear Jane as he is already loosening the buttons of his shirt, discarding his long overcoat in the process.

Date: 2010-01-24 11:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
He pulls off his glove with his teeth, and passes that to her as well, not answering.

He will not stand for this, not when he is perfectly able-bodied.

Into the centre rink, he goes.

Date: 2010-01-24 11:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
"Let us see how you fare against me, sir!" he shouts, bringing his fists up against the larger, shirtless man.

There is nothing on his mind except for this match.

He does not even hear the sound of Henry Austen betting upon them.

Date: 2010-01-24 11:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
He manages a couple of well-aimed midsection punches, and manages quite well to dodge a few of his opponent's, before being tossed into the crowd once and back into the fight in the next moment.

The next punch sends his opponent down on his knees.

They're both breathing hard.

"Up, sir!" he prompts.

But at the sound of Lucy's voice, he turns to look over his shoulder, distracted.

He is struck in the knee, forcing him back into the fight. Then his opponent sends a fist upwards, landing him the blow that steals the ground from beneath his feet.

He lands on his back.

Date: 2010-01-25 12:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
His eyes are closed for a moment, and he's relatively certain that he is now imagining voices, but he thinks he can hear Jane's among them.

He smiles - almost amused - coughing as he starts to regain the ability to breathe.

"Couldn't waste those expensive boxing lessons."

Date: 2010-01-25 12:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
He coughs again, and moves to sit up - grateful.

"I am a lawyer." He looks at her, wiping his mouth of the blood. "Justice plays no part in the law.

Date: 2010-01-25 12:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tom-lefroy.livejournal.com
"I believe what I must," he responds.

And while he says them, he isn't sure he can face her for long, confidently believing those very words.

He almost feels ... ashamed.

"I beg your leave."

Then he is up, coat and all. He offers her no smile and no easy words, for he no longer has any.


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