Timothy Latimer Imagines

There a translation of all that

I stood as I frequently did, in the corner of the impressive room doing my best to be a lady observing my etiquette rules while remaining a wallflower not desiring anyone's attention. I avoided people as if they harboured an epidemic, I dodged everyone's gazes in the hope they would reciprocate such a gesture and avoid my own in turn. But people scrutinised me, my hair, my dress, my nails, all of which would be deemed unbecoming of a lady such as myself but I despised everything about how I dressed tonight, and wanted nothing more than to be back in my grungy overalls. I noticed often glares and gossip among themselves at my expense, I loathed being any type of subject and a subject of hypothesis was the worst thing to me. With a look, a smile, and a wrong-placed word everyone commences to make assumptions about you.

They all knew I was getting too old to be unmarried, but I had little intention to do so, I disliked marriage even as a concept, but I knew the talk my dislike would stir in the general people of the village,

I disregarded such whispers and sipped my drink, my one prize for attending this mess, but I heard a voice which caused me to roll my eyes and my very soul hurt, if it had been socially acceptable and not caused a scene chitchatted over the bridge tables for the next year, I would have tossed my crystal glass and its contents into the face that homed that voice maybe the glass makes its way into his skin, I'd like to see him smirk and sweet talk himself out of that one,

"Good evening Miss Y/l/n" He flirtatiously smiled as he joined my wall,

"Good evening Mr Latimer" I Glared darting for a path to try to escape this exchange,

"Another drink?"

"No thank you,"

"Aww, why not?"

"I don't trust you." I snapped,

"You trust anyone here?"

"...No,"

"Then I'm the most trustworthy here," he winked,

"By a thin grace Timothy," I answered,

"Fair enough" He chuckled, "Anyway, do exonerate myself for that of my so bolt words miss Y/l/n, despite that It has reached my engagement of yourselves contemporary negligence to chaperone, accompany let alone arrive to particular occurrences well documented on the social calendar."

I grimaced at him, "You proud of yourself?"

"I admit a little." He expressed with a cocky smile, "Took me bloody hours to remember that lot."

"Well, Pray tell, myself potentially desire yourself to maintain determined memorised vocabulary and phrasing, of aforesaid salutations and deteriorations, succeeding pleasantries of the day, as it rightly is the appropriate, reasonable and accurate manner in which we as guests and courtesies conveyed to articulate the manner of our specialities," I smirked back,

He looked at me like I'd just spoken Aramaic to him, "I ain't that good." He laughed as he sipped his drink. "There a translation of all that?"

"You best get good. It's how we're meant to talk to each other."

"Meant to doesn't mean we have to."

"You wish to supply chatter to the masses?"

"I couldn't give a toss," he said,

"Silence is the prevention of all talk, Mr Latimer," I told him,

"Indeed it is, seldom seen in this day" he laughed, "However, whether we talk or not even just me being stood here is enough to draw talk."

"You're correct. So you should go."

"I think I'll stay."

"Why?"