Another teaser for you guys, I couldn't help myself I have so many ideas between Eleanor and Finn ughh I can not help to post something abo.ut the two.
Reminder everything is still in progress, I have no idea what to even call this story! I'm still reworking thing all the time. Hell sometimes I even get confused!
Well enjoy this snippet!! 𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
(Finn is inspired by Jack O’connell and a few of his characters he plays) he's so fine
“Beggin’ your pardon, milady,” he said, voice low and carrying the soft Derbyshire lilt. “Didn’t mean to startle thee. Just clearin’ t’ path.”
Eleanor’s pulse gave a small, unwelcome flutter. She smoothed her skirt. “Not at all, Mr. Kavanagh. I was… looking at the roses. Or what remains of them.”
He glanced at the tangled beds, a faint crease between his brows. “They’ve had a hard few years, milady. Soil’s decent enough, but they need prunin’ proper and feedin’. Old varieties is strong, though. They’ll come back if tha gives ’em half a chance.”
There was quiet authority in the way he spoke of the plants, no false deference. Eleanor found herself listening more intently than she should.