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Her words rang true for Vika too; though with the great exception that she didn’t trust her family. Perhaps the only person she had in the world was herself – something that could have been considered a lonely existence but she has built her guard up far too high for anyone to ever scale – and there was no one on the train that she could say that she, whole heartedly, trusted. There was people she could say she would, if she had to, accept that her fate would be left to them, but nothing like trust.
“In that case,” Vika said, just a touch above softly. “I believe it’s going to be hard to trust anyone here – who comes on a short train journey to get to know people?” A very pessimistic outlook on it and that caused Vika to sigh, shaking her head. “But, perhaps that could be rectified by getting to know people. This could be a start – hello, I’m Vika and I would love to get to know you.”
Again, the young woman spoke nothing but the truth to Vika who couldn’t help but smile. She, herself, had built up quite a bad reputation and she knew better than anyone that it was a lot better. “A reputation is only a reputation, and unless it gets back to the wrong people, then it shouldn’t be something that worries you. I, myself, have been quite privy to the bad reputation, or two, but it’s something I can just brush off.” And then, she added, a little more to herself than anyone else; “Being a disappointment is fairly easy these days.”
Vika watched the colour stain her cheeks, the way she almost stumbled over her words, and as no stranger to this, it made her mouth tick up in the one side. A lover of the finer things in life, Vika allowed herself to fall in lust with whoever she so desired and she could pick up on a desire too.
“Now, that’s forward,” she joked, mostly light heartedly. “Typically, talking isn’t a part of it, but if you so wish –”
A wink, followed by a soft laugh that many Parisians had told her sounded quite like the Devil making his schemes. She liked to be known for that. “I would happily keep you company, in whichever manner you wish to be kept, and… I have plenty to talk about.”
To Dorothy family had been one long consistent line with a harsh dip in the middle. The only thing that ever shook her concept of family was the death of her father. They were consistent people all with the same desires and needs since they were children. Her brothers wanted excitement, her mother wanted peace, Dorothy wanted freedom. Nothing really had changed, so at the very least she could trust the sameness of home.
“I certainly did board this train with intention of making friends . . . or enemies, but sometimes that’s just how it goes,” she admitted with a shrug. Perhaps, ‘enemies’ was too strong a word but she couldn’t think of a way to say ‘people who want to murder me’ subtly. At Vika’s words her face flushed an even deeper shade of pink and she felt a thrum vibrate in her chest, “Nice to properly meet you Vika, I’m Dorothy. And I think you and I will get on just swell.”
She tried to contain her smile, but her lips formed a tight line of barely concealed excitement, “You are too much! It’s a good thing I can handle a lot. For tonight we can talk and tomorrow night we’ll see if something else catches our fancy. . .for safety reasons, of course.”








