Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso
Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

Reading about the Victorian Age of London was different, much more so than actually experiencing it for herself. However, she was glad that she only had to visit the capital during the season – she didn't try to think about what it'd be like to live there year round.

Kagome kept her eyes forward, her butler beside her walking on the outside – like a perfect gentleman, but of course, no one's perfect – mouth closed unless she were to address him.

She rubbed the back of her neck, exposed to the world around her since cutting it off—however that meant that the burns were clearly visible as well. The black-haired woman could feel the eyes of her butler on her person, inquisitive and worried about her being.

The walk was nice; however, she preferred the walk through the woods more back at her home outside of the capital. The city loomed and boxed her in too much for her to take too much pleasure of out of the season.

Her pace came to a pause, and she looked at the signs on any of the buildings around her.

Almost there, then.

I said that I wouldn't start a new story, and here I am, doing a drabble series.