Forever or Never

Forever or Never: 28

It was much later on in the day, when the sun was slowly setting behind white grey clouds that Igor resurfaced.

He had spent the majority of his day in his room, truthfully he didn't quite know how to approach Victor after witnessing the argument he and his father had. He knew he shouldn't have loitered in the corridor to watch as the two Frankenstein men exchanged heated words, but he was curious, and also a little concerned. He knew full well how Victor could get when caught in a moment, he wouldn't put it past his friend if he shot words in his father's direction; and Igor didn't know Alphonse, but he could tell with one look that he was the type of man to take anything handed out to him, and make it ten times worse before handing it back.

And that, ironically enough, is what happened and it all ended so suddenly that Igor flinched at the hit which was inflicted on Victor.

But even as he had a few minutes before Mercy appeared, he turned away and left them.

He felt awkward witnessing the father son moment, and he felt a little disjointed from watching the couple exchange words and settle into comfortable silence.

They were silent even now.

Igor could hear the music which Mercy was playing, mutely though considering he had his door shut. But it sounded so upbeat, happy, and joyous; which was weird considering the slight melancholy which was hanging about the space.

When he ventured out of his room and looked around, he noticed Mercy first, practically hunched over a desk scribbling away. It seemed that Victor had allowed her to create a space to sit and work. So she sat with music paper around her to one side, and resting by her other was her violin. She leaned against one hand while the other tapped the pen against her temple, as if that'd help her to think.

Hearing his footsteps she flicked her gaze up and looked to him with a small smile. Behind her though, looking out of the window and the city which was bathed in orange setting sunlight was Victor, and he hadn't turned at the sounds of Igor's approach; instead he lifted the glass he was holding to his lips and took a slow drink.

Igor turned his back to the pair and looked to the sketch on the floor. He looked at it, then back at them – mainly Victor – and then back again. He glanced at Mercy, and she just looked at him with a puzzled expression and shrugged. Truthfully she – as well as Igor seemingly – thought and felt that seeing Victor suddenly disinterested in his work was new, odd and alien.

Crouching down, Igor reached out and took hold of one of the pieces of paper which was still sitting idle by the sketch, "So," he started while turning the paper over so he could see it the right way. "What's this then?" Igor asked still rustling about.

"Finnegan's project," Victor said drawing the blonde's name out with a distant expression and tone. "My man," he furthered on after a moment of silence as Igor moved about behind him trying to get a better look at the sketch. "It was going to be the modern Prometheus...stupid, stupid...stupid." He ended up muttering over and over to himself.

"It's also not nearly big enough." Igor straightened up and lowered the piece of paper in his hands as he tilted his head to the side in thought.

"Yes, what?" Victor sounded confused as he lightly frowned over his shoulder.

"Gordon, was fast and strong, sure, but he couldn't sustain any of that; and towards the end he was having real trouble breathing." Igor explained while looking towards Victor.

"Are you really...embolisms, embolisms in his lungs of course." Victor said sounding confused before hitting his head against the pillar he was leaning against. He got a hit to the arm for it by Mercy, he had already drunk enough that it was a slight mystery as to how he hadn't already got a headache, hitting his head was a sure thing to make one certainly appear. "How stupid, so much raw energy coursing around his structure. His body couldn't control the charge, the retched creature would've been dead in ten minutes."