Merope heard the buzz to allow her in and she jerked the gate opened, using most of her weight to do so. Once it closed behind her, she pulled her worn green coat closer around her body as she walked down the path until she saw what she believed to be his home. Merope walked quietly against the path and went up the stairs, standing in the perpetual darkness as she knocked a few times and waited with her head down.
She should have known better, she could have asked Damien or well alright, she could have asked Damien. At this point, she knew that Damien would probably want something more than a few sweet touches and a quick kiss if she begged for a residence, not that she didn't mind begging. At that second, she thought of fleeing but remained where she was in front of his home and knocked again.
A tired sigh escaped her mouth as she tried to make herself presentable, but being that she was homeless, she was only slightly clean, but had small marks of dirt on her cheek.