‘ i’ve been asked by the father to accompany you on your investigation while mr. watson has a meeting with the mayor about your encounter with the port thief. ‘ pink-tinted dress twirls as hands hold each other behind her back, gloved fingers entwined. attire not so unlike what some would see as INNOCENTLY CUTE, perhaps a tad foreign to the people of london ( her sense of fashion is more favored in other countries, namely her rarely spoken of birthplace. )
LIES SPILL LIKE SOILED TEA.
plastered on rosy cheeks && soft pink lips is a smile not too unfamiliar to faced similar to hers; although to wear it is quite the hassle for victoria, to appear in public the lie is required at every waking moment. acting as one who’s innocence is still intact, to give the image of a young lady whose hands have NEVER been stained with red, comes as second nature. turning to face her temporary companion, the mask fits perfectly.
‘ so--! ‘ && here it is, the HIGHLIGHT of her talent; light && sweet voice, excitement && joy masterfully faked ( for only few can see past her acting, && those who know often seem surprised. to believe the cold, nigh lifeless eyed girl could transform so quickly, at the drop of a hat--! not many can say they’re so talented. )
‘ let’s get along, mr. holmes! they worried quite a lot when they found you still had some cases to work through, && you’d be without your assistant. it’s become rather dangerous as of late, hasn’t it? that barbarian, jack the ripper, is still lurking they say. ‘
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