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CHAPTER SIX
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ SOULS
THEY HAD TROUBLE FINDING LIMEHOUSE LANE INITIALLY. They had left the cafe and had begun blindly wandering around the busy streets of London. Amid their search, Theodosia took the opportunity to look around London, examining the finely dressed people hurrying down the cobblestone streets, each one of them caught up in their busy little lives. Paperboys were handing out newspapers from a variety of different establishments, and young men were polishing older men's shoes for a coin.
Eventually realising the two of them were going nowhere in their hunt, Enola began to ask the locals they bumped into where they could find this mysterious Limehouse Lane, Theodosia being all smiles and charm while Enola was straight to the point, and soon they were directed to the docks.
With that, Theodosia and Enola managed to locate a sign plastered on a brick wall, 'LIMEHOUSE LANE'.
Theodosia smiled in victory, however, their face dropped when she saw what Limehouse Lane looked like.
Elderly men and women who were skin and bone were perched up against the walls of buildings, and deathly skinny children were crying to their mothers, who looked as if they hadn't slept in years. It made their heart ache. They all stared at the two. Theodosia suddenly felt very out of place.
Theodosia always knew that she grew up in privilege. She was fed three times a day, and they had books and fine clothing— but poverty in areas such as these really stabbed her with how good they had it.
Fishing out as much money as they could spare, Theodosia went around to everyone sitting limply in the alleyway and gave them equal amounts of money, accompanied by a smile. When she was done, the blonde turned to Enola, their smile tighter this time. More forced.
Noticing Theodosia's troubled eyes, Enola seized her hand, giving it a little squeeze, and kept pulling them along. The stares they received were softer this time.
Theodosia fixed their view on a door to a building, which had a purple ribbon tied around its knocker.
She chuckled, folding her arms across their chest, "That is some...interesting knocker decor."
Theodosia saw Enola's posture tighten from the corner of their eye, and before they knew it, the brunette was pulling the blonde along towards the door.
Enola took the ribbon in her hands, staring at it intently, eyes whispering a thousand words Theodosia couldn't even begin to understand.
"Enola, what is it?" Theodosia questioned her, quiet.
Enola turned to them, "In that meeting, every woman was wearing a purple ribbon. This purple ribbon."
