Vivian. (vivianthorpe) wrote in toujoursliberer, @ 2008-06-17 21:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | character_development, harry_fisher, vivian_thorpe |
Subject: As long as he needs me?
Who: Vivian Thorpe.
Where: The Theatre.
Warnings: None.
Open to: Harry Fisher.
'What have I gotten myself into?'
It was one of the many thoughts racing through Vivian's mind as she walked home from Slater's. It was morning, and the air was clear and silent. It was early enough for the birds to still be heard singing before the thunder of carts and the calls of street sellers filled the air. Viv liked this time of the morning, but not when her heart was heavy as it was today.
She'd spent the night with Slater. Again. She'd spent the majority of the evening with Slater, actually, and she'd been privy to something she really wished she hadn't been. This complicated things so much. Did she tell Harry what was being planned? Or did she remain quiet, did she uphold Slater's trust in her and keep shtum? This was too difficult, too hard a decision to make.
She was only a bloody prostitute, not a judge. She wasn't made to make these decisons. She wasn't made to condemn one man over the other.
As she let herself into the Theatre, she let out a sigh and wiped at her eyes. Partly with emotion, partly with tiredness. A drink. She needed a drink. She disappeared down the hall into the kitchen and swiftly located the whiskey, pouring herself a tumbler and sitting down heavily at the table, downing it in one.