Re: victor & lily; spitalfields market
[There was movement within the room, the rustle of fabric and the clumsy fumble with a lock that stayed stuck for moments longer than was typical. Victor was not nervous about this encounter, although Lily's difficulties with the door's lock might have suggested that she was. There was no reason for him to be nervous, although he readily acknowledged the deep and enervating sensation of stress. It pulled his shoulders down, and it pulled his eyebrows down while he continued to knock impatiently at the door's wood. By the time that she got the door open, Victor did not look especially pleased.
The reason for this was the glaringly obvious fact that rattled around in his otherwise fuzzy mind, he did not have a cousin! Not any that he was close enough with to warrant visits in London, surely.] Now will you tell me the meaning of this… [It was a demand bitten sharp between his teeth as Victor crossed the threshold, ignoring the woman's warm, relieved greeting. Victor brushed past her, perturbed. Flustered, because he did not know her. He knew no cousin with the name of Lily, and while fraud seemed utterly unlikely(Victor had neither the bank account nor the prestige to warrant such things), he did not know what to think of such tommyrot!
Yet when he turned, Victor's irritation and distress faded in much the same manner than his coloring did. The doctor paled. Because, you see, he did know her. Oh, she was no Lily Frankenstein, and no natural blond… but yes, he knew her. He knew her when she'd been alive, a young woman of the name Brona Croft. He'd even known her after she was dead, soaking in his lab. That was the last that he knew of her. When the other writing in the journal had begun to appear, many people had disappeared or proven to be from stranger times, and Victor sobered admirably in the moment with the realization that this woman, this Lily, was one of those strange futures. She must have been. Victor must have succeeded with her in ways that he'd never succeeded before.
Marveled, he stared at her. The frigid blue of his eyes was wide, pupils shrunk small from poppy, and he was fascinated at he approached her.] I can't believe it. [But, of course, he had to, she was standing just there! He reached for her hand curiously. Not in the way that a man might normally reach for a woman, unless the man had never seen a woman such as this before. Which, Victor honestly hadn't.]