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Penny Dreadful Season 2 + Victor and Vanessa

“You are a beautiful monster. And there are those who could love you, and shall.”

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    “You should be more careful.”

Usually, Sembene wouldn’t get into the affairs of those under Sir Malcolm’s roof; he was still a servant, first and foremost. But then again, those who fought for Vanessa’s liberation from the devil were very important, and it would be counterproductive if one were to die from an overdose.

    “Can I get you anything?”

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     Eyes cloudy from the drug having found it’s way into      his veins stared back at the man in front of him,   too      sluggish to say anything for a long moment.         He      didn’t care much for LECTURES,       but even in his      drug-induced state, he could tell by the other’s tone      he cared more than he would have  liked  to  let  on.      Not for him,          perhaps, but for Miss Ives and Sir      Malcom, and certainly his death would affect them.

          ❝ I am aware of how much it will take to KILL                me. ❞

     With a shake of his head,    Victor leaned up from his      slouched position on the couch.   A small smile, be it      induced   from   the  idea  of  someone  WORRYING      over him or the drug itself, lingered upon his lips.

          ❝ You don’t have to worry for my well-being. ❞

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It’s was dark and suddenly the lights were turned on. Her brain begins to wake up and when she tries to stand her legs wiggle. She falls. Mina’s hand flies out for something, someone to  help catch her.  

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     Without fail, Victor was there as soon as there was      any sign of her legs failing her.     He had done this      BEFORE, after all.     Blue hues caught the familiar      blonde hair of the young woman  Sir  Malcom  had      sacrificed, wondering if this is what he would have      wished for her. However, the thought lasted only a      moment   before   the   doctor  took  a  step  back,      hands lingering beside  her  in  case  she  couldn’t      find the strength once more.

          ❝ Can you understand me, Mina? ❞

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And so we walk with your sin–dead, and yet not fully alive. Haunting the twilight, living between. This is what you have made, Victor.

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Walking inside from the cool air, he was greeted with instant warmth and  Sembene who stood there waiting for Ethan to give him his coat, as he did Ethan smiled at him even though he knew the other man wouldn’t. 

“Well thank you doctor. And what have you been up to? Still playing with dead  bodies?” It was obvious by the tone of his voice that he was joking as he sat into the chair next to the fireplace. 

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     For a moment,  paranoia that the other KNEW of his experiments lingered      within him. With Brona newly resurrected, had she remembered and gone      to find Mister Chandler?       A forced chuckle escaped Victor’s lips, which      surely sounded STRANGE enough coming from him.

          ❝ Only because my line of work requires it of me, I assure you               Mister Chandler. ❞

     Perhaps it sounded a bit more forced than he would have liked, but Victor      quickly changed the subject.      If he were supposed to be FRIENDS with      those in his company, he should press further, shouldn’t he?     He should      listen to whatever the other needed in his time of loss.

          ❝ Are you truly doing as well as you seem? ❞

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GILLY IS AT SAN DIEGO COMICON

With that said, I will be on semi-hiatus until Tuesday, July 14th. I will have limited access to the internet and may pop on to do some small drafts. I have a queue going on, but to be honest, it’s not very big. If you are going, let me know! I will be working at a booth, so you should find me!

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Clara aiding in pulling him upright, making sure that he was steady enough to stand on his own. Even then, she kept her arm extended slightly just in case he lost his balance. The smile was unmistakable, and it flooded her features as she dusted a few specs of dirt off his shirt. She was not afraid of his words, not by a long shot.

❛ I think I’ll take my chances. I’m Clara. ❜

No, she was not swayed by the thoughts of others. Clara Oswald had her own thoughts and opinions. She looked around, catching a few figures at a distance.

❛ Why wouldn’t people like you?  ❜

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     Uncertainty upon speaking to a woman after his run-in with his creation      lingered within his veins,          causing him to flinch slightly as the other      rubbed the specs from his shirt.                 Lips pressed tightly together,      extending his hand towards the brunette.

          ❝ A pleasure, Miss. Clara. I am Doctor Frankenstein. ❞

     However, her question caught him off guard. While he had been the one      to bring it up, somehow he didn’t expect her to press further.       Brows      knit tightly together and his hands met in front of him,      fingers fiddling      with each other in a nervous manner.

          ❝ I’m afraid most WOULDN’T enjoy the company of someone               who spends more time with the DEAD than the LIVING.     I               inspect bodies usually found  at  sea  and  consult  in  other               unusual deaths, if you will. ❞

     A dry laugh escapes Victor’s lips,  replaying the normal SCOFFS he had      received at social events before he stopped going to them. With a shrug      of his shoulders, his attention returned to Clara.

          ❝ Am I keeping you from something?         I’ll escort you if you               would like-- as a thank you for your kindness.❞

[elfcing]

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GILLY IS AT SAN DIEGO COMICON

With that said, I will be on semi-hiatus until Tuesday, July 14th. I will have limited access to the internet and may pop on to do some small drafts. I have a queue going on, but to be honest, it’s not very big. If you are going, let me know! I will be working at a booth, so you should find me!

[granxaire]

    “Give me something more than riddles and let me decide that on my own.”          What could be worse that constantly wondering? Constantly looking for          answers and grasping at false hopes? 

                      He listens quietly to Victor, brow pinching together as he speaks.                  “The memories started as dreams… when I was about twelve                       years. But I don’t understand. You’ve known someone like me?”

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     With a nod, Victor’s gaze locked onto the other. He was different than any of      his creations, that was certain.  He held a color to his skin that only Lily held.      Was it possible someone had beaten him to the    PERFECT     resurrection?      Or would he simply sound mad?    No-- that part was certain. There was little      one could do to sound SANE whilst telling someone they had died.

          ❝ Proteus.     He also held memories that didn’t belong to him.               I wanted to see how far he would come-- if these memories               would become more than simple fragments. I was unable to               conclude the experiment, however. ❞

     The scientist paused, always unsure how to deal with the LIVING.     A finger      tapped lightly at his knee, l        ips pressing tightly together as he pieced the      words together.

          ❝ The DISEASE Proteus had been afflicted  with  was  that  of               DEATH. He had undergone an experiment to regain his life,               the memories trickling in shortly after. ❞      

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        “That for someone so comfortable with dealing with more gruesome         things, you seem rather PETRIFIED at the prospect of shopping for         women’s garments, Doctor.”

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✞ || MISS IVES

     ❝ The dead to little to SURPRISE me. It is the living and their construct          of fashion I do not understand.       Nor have I-- shopped for another          woman since I was a child. ❞

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    “—can you give me my life back?”

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     Life was such a STRANGE concept. Almost as strange as death. The      smallest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips,  head shaking      slightly.

          ❝ You seem as ALIVE as I could make you. ❞

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continued from here. 

All of them were unprepared as to what they’d encounter at that house. Each worst nightmare came to life, and he wasn’t sure what had happened to Victor, but whatever it was, it had  changed the way he looked, at least to Ethan. He didn’t want to make him tell him anything that he didn’t want, but knew so well what keeping secrets did to a person. It alienated you, locking you and your problems in a cage to fight against each other. He wanted  to help, he wasn’t sure that he could, but he still wanted to. “You don’t  have to talk to me. But maybe Vanessa." 

Sembene was right, Vanessa liked taking other people’s problems and  soaking up all their pain and making it her own. Maybe that way she felt she was helping, but was also distracting herself from what she needed to  face. All of them had their own demons to deal with, and now new wounds  and scars had appeared. They’d have to lick their wounds and prepare for  the next battle, because this wasn’t the end, not by a long shot.

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     And tell her what he had unleashed upon the world? The HORRORS that      her former boyfriend and his creation were going to commit?        That he      was once more a PAWN in someone else’s game?  How could he expect      her to listen to him?    How could he expect anything but HATRED for his      experiments?

     Victor’s shoulders slumped slightly at the idea of telling Vanessa.       Blue      hues glanced towards the man near him, lips pressed tightly together.   A      part of him WANTED to tell the other of his sins,       of how he had nearly      KILLED himself out of guilt within that room.       Perhaps now, he was as      good as dead, even.           A hand instinctively moved to his arm, a finger      running along his inner elbow, blackened with his guilt.

          ❝ My sins should hold little interest for anyone else. If I am to               pay for them, I would sooner leave Miss Ives out of it. I am               far more concerned for HER safety than my own. ❞

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GILLY IS AT SAN DIEGO COMICON

With that said, I will be on semi-hiatus until Tuesday, July 14th. I will have limited access to the internet and may pop on to do some small drafts. I have a queue going on, but to be honest, it’s not very big. If you are going, let me know! I will be working at a booth, so you should find me!

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To conquer death is… an ennobled calling. I am a scientist. A scientist.

[dailypennyd]

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"Why are you such a little nerd Victor?"

   SEND ME ANONS

          ❝ Maybe I was born with it--

                                                                  MAYBE IT’S MAYBELLINE. ❞