Forever or Never

Forever or Never: 31

Admittedly Victor had never fully explored Mercy's house; it was only really the other day that he had first stepped foot into the - for better words - lavish, and poshly furnished home. It was so unlike his own home. His home was admittedly falling apart in places, the pillars were literally keeping the whole building up, which was what they're structurally aided to do anyway, but if the home was supported only by the walls like any other building then it'd surely have fallen down years ago.

He couldn't help it, he was making comparisons. Mercy could tell he was by the concentrated look on his face. He frowned lightly and his eyes flicked over everything. Pale blue eyes did not miss a single detail, which she supposed was part curiosity and part doctor training combining together there.

A rather simply decorated hallway foyer space led and split off to a music room, which was near the kitchen in the back of the house; a living room, which was naturally perfect looking and what any other person would call an 'idyllic' space of where to conduct casual everyday family interactions; a drawing room which led off from the living room but didn't connect with the music room, it had bookcases and a desk within it but not a whole lot else.

The main staircase Victor had already came across, and truth be told he didn't particularly care with what was upstairs. He'd already climbed the stairs in a partial stupor to go to Mercy's room anyhow. Any space she occupied was pretty much the only space he'd be interested in.

Stopping and looking out of the large windows in the living room, he had a perfect view of the cobbled street beyond. Every so often a carriage would rattle by, and people would walk past. But in comparison to where he lived, this street was quiet. He was used to noise, the rabble who walked home from the pubs, not this. It'd drive him mad. No wonder Mercy always found a way out of the house, even if she had to lie about where she was going.

Coming from his thoughts when a pair of arms wrapped around his middle, he looked over his shoulder. Mercy had leaned against his back with her eyes shut so all he saw was the top of her head. "Are you all right?" Stupid question to ask considering the circumstances.

Before coming here he had explained briefly to Igor, who was sporting one heck of a horrendous hangover, where they were going. He wished them luck before receding back into his dark bedroom. They had chosen to walk, mainly because Victor had better luck getting a pig to fly than getting Mercy willingly into a carriage, and it gave them more time to talk about what they could possibly say; even if their words were shouted over or ignored. As soon as they had arrived at her house she was relieved to hear her parents hadn't returned and it gave her time to wash and brush up.

So now she stood holding onto him for dear life in a rather simple, yet elegant looking wine red dress. The bodice of which had white buttons down to her waist, darker red lapel fixtures and darker cuffs around her wrists, the skirt had slight panel lines; the colour all in all made her look paler and her hair redder than it actually was. She looked smart, and for once since walking through the door she looked like she truly fitted into this perfect picture of society living.

Though coming from a slightly similar family background, it still took Victor a bit to look like he fitted in. He could look the part, which he did right now standing in one of few smart black suits he owned, dark red waist coat with black embroidery buttoned up with his pocket watch in place with a white shirt and black tie. Honestly Mercy had to admit, he did dress up quite well.

But he could look like he fitted in with this all until he decided to talk and contradict anything and everything, and that precisely is were the illusion shattered. Victor had accepted the fact that he'd struggle or possibly never fit in with the people Mercy's father - and even his own father - socialised with. Maybe that was another reason why they got on so well. Unlike other women her age, she had the ability to try and stand on her own feet, along with look past her own life to see and help others.