Sitting around the table, Theodore and Lila partook in the dinner, roasted herb potatoes and the like, the sounds of the fire crackling in the fireplace echoed throughout the dining room, the flames flickered, casting shadows briefly.
Briefly, the change in lighting showed more of the bruising around Kira's pale skin, they're old, barely faded. Her grey eyes hardly moved towards Theodore and Lila, but never a glimpse towards Annika.
The light produced by the flames in the fireplace gave her golden hair a shiny sheen as it's tied back in a tight braid while Kira quietly ate.
Annika did the talking, she talked with Theodore and Lila about herself, how a woman like her came to success.
Her ruby red lips pointing upright as she smiles, Annika explains how she found success despite her appearance.
She herself, once a former carnie, sought a better life, but the people in their trope didn't believe she'd succeed, saying that nobody would've taken her seriously, they'd chase her away.
However, Annika wasn't deterred and strived until she finally succeeded where others failed.
Now, she's determined that she prove once again, that she wasn't deterred helping Kira.
"That awful man, so unclean!" Annika decried Jimmy, calling him unclean, disgusting, surprised he's alive. His salacious ways, his drinking and smoking habits, his penchant for drugs, if Annika didn't know any better, if nobody killed him, his health will, instead.
Nervous as she's talking about Jimmy, Lila inquired why Annika isn't afraid of him, he seems one of the running candidates of surviving the inevitable gang war that makes or breaks gangs of London.
Pulling her wine glass closer to her as she smiles at Lila, Annika answered that Jimmy couldn't hurt her if he tried. Even if he pulled every favour from his black books, he couldn't do anything to her.
"How're you so sure?" Lila asks her, interested why Annika isn't a hint worried that Jimmy isn't planning on carpet bombing her when she least expects it.
He's got enough screws loose that if he thinks they're not doing their jobs fast enough, he'll just kill Annika himself.
At least, what Lila thinks of him.
Her glass resting on her bottom lip, Annika tells Lila that she hadn't survived this long by her looks alone, she isn't afraid of people like Jimmy, and she welcomes them to try, if only to prove her point.
She drinks her wine, Pinot, and when she rests the empty glass on the table, she noticed the decanter's empty.
"Kira, dear, won't you fill it up, please?" Annika asks Kira to refill it with more Pinot and the quiet giantess stood up from her chair, reaching over and grabbing the empty decanter, before leaving the dining room.
She never looked at Annika as she did this, but for once, Theodore and Lila's able to see her eyes clearly, and Theodore saw something hidden behind them, fear.
Confused, Theodore peaked into her head one more time, wanting to know why she showed fear, and subtly, he heard Kira muttering, it's difficult, but Theodore parsed her saying, "Leave. Hurry."
It sounded urgent and the way she looked at them, Theodore deduced she's afraid of Annika, too, and more, she wanted them to flee from her.
With them alone, Theodore kept up the conversations, curious where Annika came from, and she kept her answer vague, only saying that she came from somewhere that's cold and dark, emigrated to London not long ago.
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The Bizarre Adventures of Doctor Who
FanfictionIt's never easy stepping into the shoes of the Doctor-more when you're his son-and so, begins the tale of Theodore Levy Smith. The son of the Doctor. Or specifically, his second son. His father's the progenitor of the title and it'd seem that the ti...
