Forever or Never

Forever or Never: 25

The walk home in the rather early morning wasn't as bad as Victor half expected. Usually at this time the characters who made it their business to hang around in the night, were usually still hanging around now; not having gone to bed, or rather having gone to bed in the streets, alley ways, or in the gutter as some poor drunk he passed by. Truth be told, it didn't seem like the man was breathing, or even still alive, but having a carriage suddenly shuttle past, the man made a miraculous resurrection and sat upright in gutter filth, looking about with the most bemused expression.

Evidently someone couldn't remember what they did the night before which rendered them cold, wet, and formally sleeping in the gutter.

The area in which Mercy lived in was quite nice, built up, honestly the people who lived around here were exactly the type of people who usually irritated Victor. It was a surprise – a never ending one truthfully – that the two of them ever got along, yet fell for each other; not to be prejudice, but the rest of this street and its occupants were the type to avoid completely.

But as nice as the area was, after a turn of the corner and another street walked down, the surroundings did change quite drastically.

That's when the sleeping-in-gutters type appeared. Along with the types who loitered in alley ways. The leering eyes could be seen even now, and to retort to these Victor just gave them a sidelong look with narrowed eyes and they backed off.

Honestly though, Victor may have left the house last night with nothing other than the clothes he was wearing. Even if someone wished to mug him, and rob him of all possible possessions, they'd be severely put out. He didn't have money in his pockets, and if someone dared to steal his pocket watch; he'd fight them for it.

Eyeing up the people who were attempting to assemble their stalls for the day, Victor dodged past them, even without all of their stuff out for people to spy, they called out to him.

Even if he had money on him, he wouldn't stop and look. Stopping and looking would warrant someone probably trying to pickpocket him. Yet again, full circle, it'd probably end in a fight.

Rolling his eyes he looked to the sky, which seemed to be trying its hardest to brighten up. Already weak sun could be seen trying to split through grey white clouds. For once, shockingly, it looked like it'd be quite a decent day in the city.

Despite of this, why didn't he feel right? He couldn't help but have this niggling feeling. Placing his hands in his pockets he turned the corner and continued on the home stretch to his front door. He was running through possible things to set him off, and then it hit him – not literally – as he looked to his front door.

Igor.

Inhaling deeply he exhaled just as heavily before picking up heavy feet and moving towards the suddenly foreboding structure.

Rummaging in his coat pocket for his key, he unlocked the door and opened it slowly. He looked in at the dimly lit space, the curtains were still closed which caused the main living space to look even gloomier than it actually was.

He always found his home – no pun intended – homely. His old home, the 'family' home, was awkward to say the least. Never did he feel like he truly fitted in there, well, maybe to begin with until obviously his whole family seemed to split, divide, pass away...

Shaking his head he looked at Igor as he slept in a nearby chair. The young man seemed utterly out for the count. Though he had a look of discontent on his face; clearly whatever he was dreaming of was not pleasant. That or he was faking sleeping and was trying too hard to stay motionless.

On closer inspection, by leaning slightly and looking him over, Victor was most sure he was asleep. With the way he was sitting, it made it seem like Igor had stayed up late.