I have to go, and I’m running on fumes here, really — hopefully tomorrow I can do something a little more organized than just throw out drafts. (Speaking of which, I’ll have to get to yours tomorrow, donnanobis — I’ve got safely tucked away for that purpose.) G’night!
Lizzie’s a bit surprised at the sudden change of tone. “Woah, Vic.. I was just poking some fun… I didn’t mean to start anything…”
"I — I know," Victor says, his face flushing with awkwardness. "I just — I guess it’s still a bit of a sore spot with me."
"You know, I wish the undead in this town were as friendly as the ones in mine, but nope! They have to be jerks!" She let’s out a sigh, honestly nice zombies are hard to find.
"V-Victor?" Her voice comes out as distant and weak. "I- I don’t want you to s-see me like t-this!" Juliet puts her shaking hands over her face and tries her best to turn away from him, as if she were trying to hide. Yet, she could already tell he wasn’t going to leave so easily.
She narrows her eyes, as is she knows he’s fooling around with her, but her mind is officially set. “You can teach it French and Spanish, and I can teach it Japanese! It’ll definetly know English too. This WILL happen Victor!” She’s actually thinking about bringing a parrot here now, maybe she has taken this a little too seriously.
The blonde giggles at the skeleton. “Skeletons are so adorable! No joke.” Remember, you are talking to a girl who decapitates things for a living- literally. “That makes total sense! No wonder musicians can come up with so many songs!” She’s really amazed with the music world, and how far it’s gotten.
"Well, there’s all kinds of different undead in the world, and it takes a lot less work to make the kinds that chew on people than the kinds that walk and talk like us," Bonejangles says. "I know it’s a pain in the arse, but that’s just the way it is."
Victor blinks a few times — oh dear, she is serious about this, isn’t she? “I — I only k-know French,” he blurts, blinking rapidly. “Marty’s the one who knows Spanish…and honestly, he has a better way with birds than I do. He has a pet dove named Buddy.” Oh yes, pass the buck Victor, very nice.
"Well, glad somebody thinks so," Bonejangles says, turning up the charm. "And sounds right to me! You really are a flatterer, you know that?"
"She just likes almost everybody," Victor chuckles, patting her head.
Next time she’ll have to be more careful, she doesn’t mind a lecture from Victor- as long it isn’t an angry one.
"It must of took a long time reading all of those books!" She can’t even imagine how long it took, and being hyperactive…makes her not even want to think about it. "Wait, how old were you when you realized you wanted to be a scientist?" She asks, out of curiousity. "So what you’re telling me is that I was being attacked by giant moths disguised by butterflies!?" It’s still hard to cope with, at least it didn’t scar her for life.
It wouldn’t have been too angry — more just ‘here I must fill your head with all this knowledge.’
"Most of my childhood," Victor confirms. "But I loved them so much…" He frowns thoughtfully. "I — I never really thought I’d be a scientist, but as a child I daydreamed a lot about becoming an explorer and discovering new species in the jungle and things like that. Unfortunately, that dream was quelled by Father’s insistence that I go into the the fish canning industry. It wasn’t until I came here that my desire to go into science was really sparked." He grins back at her. "And look at me now. Amazing what some encouragement will do, right?"
He blinks a few times. “…maybe? Some moths are as colorful as butterflies…” Context, Juliet, he needs context.
Juliet couldn’t help, but smile at his remark- in total understandment of moms in general. “My mom is exactly the same way, everything has to be completely spotless all the time.” She could see why, though.
"Oh, thank you Juliet!" Victor says, accepting the box with a smile. He arches his eyebrow a moment as she continues, briefly puzzled —
But then the box shakes in his hand with a muffled bark, and suddenly he realizes what she’s referring to. And then he cannot get that paper off fast enough. The box is opened, and out pops everyone’s favorite little skeleton. “Scraps!” Victor flings his arms around the dead pup as it tries to lick his face with a tongue that’s no longer there. “Oh, Juliet, thank you!”
"Caring isn’t a bad thing! It’s better than not caring at all in my opinion, who wants a friend who could care less about them?" She frowns, we all have that occasional friend.
"If I recall, You have never pissed me off and I doubt you ever will! You’re way too nice, plus it’s not like you’re a danger to me." She shrugs, minus the chainsaw then maybe she’s not that risky.
"Heh — perhaps it’s just a mother thing," Victor says with a shrug. "Everything neat and tidy and in it’s place." He can understand the rationale behind it — but still, a little dirt never hurt anyone either.
"That wouldn’t be much of a friend at all," Victor agrees, feeling a pang. "People who couldn’t care less about him" pretty much describes a lot of his life before Secundus. "I would never want to be that friend."
That gets a laugh. “I don’t see how I ever could be,” he agrees. “And I never want to piss you off. I like you, and I want us to stay friends for a good long while.”
"I…do suppose it would be hard to," she says softly. Now, she does remember the hospital part often, but…no, she won’t dwell on that now.
At his comment, Alice playfully nudges his nose with hers. “It’d be half-you too, you know. There isn’t anything special about me that isn’t rivaled by what’s special about you.”
Victor hums his agreement, running his fingers through her hair briefly. He doesn’t want to dwell on it either. She’s happy and healthy and alive right now, and that’s all that really matters to him.
Victor chuckles. “I don’t know…from me it’s probably going to get being a tiny, accident-prone child that suddenly sprouts up like a weed in the growing years.”
Glancing over his arm at his notes, Alice gives a small “Ahhh” to his explanation. Makes enough sense, she supposes. Smiling back at him, she nods.
"I rather like purple, in any case." She figures it helps.
"I do too, it just wasn’t what I was expecting," Victor says, looking at the little butterfly as it dries itself off in the heat of the lamp he’s provided. Then his eyes go down to see another chrysalis twitching. "Oh — here comes number two…"
Charitable Hearts: Beginnings || AU || Victor and Alice
Arthur’s and Alice’s looks of “We’ll talk later, but trust us” have kept Lorina and Lizzie content enough though. They won’t raise a fuss- especially after seeing how excited Victor seems to be.
Especially when he quickly stands up.
All four pairs of Liddell eyes go to him, and Alice can’t help but give a slight laugh. Arthur nods to him, motioning he’d be perfectly fine with that.
"Usually someone whom is so passionate about a subject leads to good results," he points out to the elder Van Dorts, before giving a warm and kind smile back to Victor.
William and Nell’s eyes latch onto Victor too, and they don’t look quite as welcoming. All the attention makes Victor fidget, reaching up and fussing with his tie. Fortunately, Mr. Liddell gives his stamp of approval, assuring his parents that such enthusiasm will only serve him well. Victor returns the smile, glad to have someone so eloquent and important on his side. “I’ll be right back,” he promises, hurrying out.
Nell watches him go, now looking more amazed than anything else. “I’ve never seen him like this in front of people,” she confesses to the Liddells. “Normally he just fades into the wallpaper first chance he gets! Not a society boy at all!”
There will be no fading into the wallpaper today, though — Victor returns with a bounce in his step and a sketchbook under his arm. “Here we are, sir,” he says, carefully moving a few tea things out of the way so he can set the book down and open it, revealing page after page full of ink drawings of butterflies.
A Trip to London
"Only sometimes, though. I suppose they’ve never been anything but kind to me, but…it’s…probably just to stay in my good graces as to get any ‘breaking news’ first hand from me." Ah, well- at least it’s one connection.
Alice laughs in memory of that, nodding in agreement. “I suppose we shouldn’t be so giddy over that but- the pure shock and dumbfoundment on his face was priceless. I’m sure he’s not surprised that I’ve made…close acquaintances with…” She shouldn’t say it- not here. She’ll skip over that word.
"But he was shocked that I’d bring you here with me, and to his office of all things. Ah…that’ll be a memory I keep close in mind,” she teases. However, at his question, her look settles into one of thought.
"…Yes….yes, I— I suppose it is. I’ve got no business in here anymore…" It feels odd to say, and yet…oddly relieving.
"The sort of kindness my mother would lavish on any nobleman or woman who showed up at one of our parties," Victor says knowingly. "You might as well take as much advantage of it as you can, though."
"I know," Victor chuckles. He touches her shoulder as she tactfully omits whatever word she was going to say. "Yes, well, let him be shocked. I’ve walked among mad people, and found them very good company," he says firmly. "Besides, it’s all he deserves for what he tried to pull with your inheritance. And you need more good memories."
He nods, giving her shoulder a squeeze. “You’re free,” he says softly. “You needn’t ever come here again if you don’t wish to.”