A Street in Belgravia, London | Saturday
Dec. 23rd, 2023 10:05 amIrene hadn't realized how much she'd missed her city until she was back in it.
And while she kept reminding herself, lest she get swept away in it all, that this wasn't her London...you know, it was close enough. Everything seemed to be right where she'd left it, even if this was a different universe, technically. It threatened to hurt, when she caught the Eye or the Spire or the Bridge in her sights, and it probably would later. But for right now, it was just...warm, and exciting, and like coming home.
And, admittedly, a large chunk of that might be the company. Irene hadn't said so and likely wouldn't, but without Amaya to show around the city -- and, let's face it, at least metaphorically hold her hand a bit -- she wasn't sure whether this trip would have been pleasant for her. It might not have even occurred to her to try without the option to bring Amaya, honestly.
As walkable as the city was, they'd already hit the Christmas market at Hyde Park (as though Irene would allow them to visit without Amaya getting a good look at local modern craftsmanship in addition to the centuries-old architecture), and as though her feet had a mind of her own, they'd made their way to Belgravia from there.
Which, really, was what Irene had come here for, wasn't it? This was going to be the hardest part.
"If you tilt your head a bit, you'll see Big Ben from here," Irene offered, pointing a gloved hand to indicate a sliver between the posh rowhouses they were passing, where the clock tower could be seen. "Or, well, technically Ben's the bell; the tower itself is named Elizabeth, for our last Queen."
Stalling, so she didn't have to explain why she'd taken them down some random, wealthy-looking street? Psh.
( taking a walk down memory lane )
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And while she kept reminding herself, lest she get swept away in it all, that this wasn't her London...you know, it was close enough. Everything seemed to be right where she'd left it, even if this was a different universe, technically. It threatened to hurt, when she caught the Eye or the Spire or the Bridge in her sights, and it probably would later. But for right now, it was just...warm, and exciting, and like coming home.
And, admittedly, a large chunk of that might be the company. Irene hadn't said so and likely wouldn't, but without Amaya to show around the city -- and, let's face it, at least metaphorically hold her hand a bit -- she wasn't sure whether this trip would have been pleasant for her. It might not have even occurred to her to try without the option to bring Amaya, honestly.
As walkable as the city was, they'd already hit the Christmas market at Hyde Park (as though Irene would allow them to visit without Amaya getting a good look at local modern craftsmanship in addition to the centuries-old architecture), and as though her feet had a mind of her own, they'd made their way to Belgravia from there.
Which, really, was what Irene had come here for, wasn't it? This was going to be the hardest part.
"If you tilt your head a bit, you'll see Big Ben from here," Irene offered, pointing a gloved hand to indicate a sliver between the posh rowhouses they were passing, where the clock tower could be seen. "Or, well, technically Ben's the bell; the tower itself is named Elizabeth, for our last Queen."
Stalling, so she didn't have to explain why she'd taken them down some random, wealthy-looking street? Psh.
( taking a walk down memory lane )
[preplayed with the ever-lovely
special_rabbit. NFB, NFI, OOC welcome, and to all a good night.]
