Re: victor & lily; spitalfields market
Impossible. [He mused aloud, wonder written stark as ink upon his pale face when Victor stared at her so plainly. She was very beautiful, as she always had been. Yet now there was a youthful curiosity in her eyes, which was something that he'd never thought to attribute to the women she'd been before. Intrigued by the evidence of his own accomplished genius, Victor marveled at her hand in his. He turned fingers over in his palm, flexing them curiously. Her skin was cold, unnaturally so, but even that was more comfort than alarm. Her temperature cemented what he'd already hypothesized, and Victor glanced up. Away from her hand in his and once more upon her face, he looked. He beamed.]
Impossible… that I would not worry. [Victor dearly hoped that his response was a believable one. As the girl did not conduct herself as one with an understanding of their own death would be expected to. What a radiant success! To have maintained such beauty, to have cultivated such intelligence!
Victor, his heart fluttering in spasmodic titters, smiled. His expression was no longer stunned, but pleased.] Will you tell me the last things that you remember? So that we might discover how you came to be in this room?