Designer Duds | Closed to Kanaya
Apr. 28th, 2016 01:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Afternoon light streamed through the wide paneled windows that overlook sandy slopes descend down to the ocean, coated in flowing beach grass of bright green and flax. Writing utensils of many types lay interspersed between the sheets of newsprint and waxen tracing papers piled neatly atop the dark oak table. Their edges are rustled by a warm breeze sweeps up from the beach, just weak enough to be provide a charming atmosphere without sending the carefully planned order into chaos.
you better not havve forgotten about our vvery crucial vvery top secret meetin
Despite all this calming setup, Eridan is tapping out text message after text to blow off his own impatience like it was somehow going to accomplish anything but the increased annoyance of his intended guest.
its real important stuff an youre obvviously the only one i can trust wwith it
He had mentioned the occasion the week prior but, the closer it got to the arranged time, the more he wondered if she had neglected to inform him she would not be coming. And after all this prep work on his part too.
He glances at the antique grandfather clock at the end of the room situated between the dual entrance to the conservatory in which he sat, and watches the brass pendulum swing back and forth. It seemed to move far quicker than the time it pretended to tell.
kan wwhere are you