Re: victor & lily; spitalfields market
[Lily waited. As it would please him.
Her back was straight and stiff, hands folded in her lap, the strange journal abandoned for the time being. The world outside the window was strange and disconcerting, her lack of memory not even giving her the knowledge of how to lace up the heeled shoes that sat on the floor beside her. She remembered the books Victor had given to her to read, she remembered the lessons on manners and how people behaved in the city, and she remembered being told of her intended, John Clare, but everything else was lost behind a thick fog. Even if she tried to navigate her mind, there was little there beyond the certainty that Victor would care for her. He had been so kind in the few days that she could recall.
Waking in this room was jarring, strange voices loud from the nearby residents as she had spent most of the morning in a panic. She wasn't ready to venture outside on her own, so she had no idea how she had arrived here. The only thing that made sense to her was that her dearest cousin had moved her here without her knowledge. However, on the journals, he said he hadn't been displeased, so why was she here? Had she wandered on her own and could no longer remember the night before?
The knock on the door broke Lily's idle thoughts. Victor. Had it been any other man, a visit in such a secluded and intimate setting would be shameful. This was family. There was no hesitation as she crossed the room to open the door, but the woman did struggle to figure out that the door was locked. After a few very obvious attempts to work such a simple construct, there was a click as the bolt retracted and finally the door swung open.]
Victor. [The word slipped easily off of her lips, pulled back in a warm and adoring smile as she greeted her cousin. She was dressed modestly, her twill skirt showing no hint of ankle, and the cream lace of her top covered her from wrist to jawline, but the clothes weren't quite right. Her corset was missing. Or more aptly, her corset was laying at the foot of her bed. She didn't like it.] Come in. I am so happy you are here. [The room itself was dirty and sketchy, sparsely furnished, with a couple having a very loud argument from the floor above.]