#look i am not immune to regency romance tropes sometimes ya gotta have a dude in a wet shirt

[stormlit]

@turnedfolkl0re

it is hardly the done thing to charge down the streets of mayfair in the pouring rain at six in the morning, but nate finds himself running --- and without a coat --- before he knows what he is doing. his mind races; why must he be sent orders now, in the middle of the season? he cares nothing for the spectacle itself, nor for the attention on him at the few balls he attends, but...he has had so little time to get to know her. he thought he would have longer. he thought...

he has to tell her. he will not just disappear.

fortunately, the majority of society doesn't wake at this hour, and nate makes his way to the tremaine household unimpeded, bypassing the front steps and making his way to the kitchen door, where he is praying he might find ella (or at least a kind cook or scullery maid who could fetch her). he doesn't feel the cold, he cares nothing about catching his breath, rapping sharply on the door.