He probably feels his blood colder now than when he was still in the puddle! Jack the Ripper????
Surely not...
And yet, that's the kind of nagging feeling when it came to mysteries that never let Arthur down. Damn. Just what was happening in her world?
"He was always kind to you?" Maybe Jack knew the naiad was capable of protecting herself. Maybe it was just that he was only biased against prostitutes. Arthur himself had seen more of the forensic evidence than he wants to ever admit to, even though he was specifically banned from it, on account of almost being a suspect and he feels almost like he's drowning again, remembering a little too well those days. His own father's visits to prostitutes thrown back in Arthur's face as if that had anything to do with it, as if Arthur was harboring dark desires to mutilate women. Any woman. As if he resented prostitutes. He didn't then, and even now he still adores all women. Prostitutes are sensible strong women who usually have greater survival skills than even most soldiers, and that mad the murders all the worse, as far as he was concerned.
Jack was believed to have medical experience so there was that. The cuts were too precise, and so even trying to dam all the leaks, as one of the leading forensic doctors, Doyle had been more than asked about it, he'd been suspected.
"Can you drink alcohol? I just could really use a strong drink right about now." Theo is a little shoulder angel devil on his shoulder in his head, but maybe the shoulder angel Vincent (Theo's older brother!) is the less wise one? Since shoulder Theo reminds Arthur that he's not the best at holding his drinks, and there is no Theo or Comte to protect Arthur here from himself. I don't need it. He wants to insist and yet...
"Even if it's just coffee?" he flashes a small smile, but it doesn't reach those deep ocean eyes.
"I'm familiar with stories of a Jack who wanted to evsicerate Whitechapel." He blows a heavy huff between pursed lips, choosing his words carefully. Ironically, wasn't Dracula posited as a hysterical theory by some? And here he is a vampire now even, and Vlad is real and -- not the point. "I want to take back calling him a compatriot." Oops. Too honest. "The murders I hate the most are of beautiful young women. But Whitechapel, despite the name, is a grisly place not much liked by many. Jack the Ripper wasn't the only man who would want it eviscerated. However... I rather wish it was elevated. Lifted out of its fog and sorrow. That the people could live without always crushing the weak and innocent." Way too honest. He closes his eyes and takes a steadying breath, offering out a hand an arm to the watery woman all the same. "Come drink with me and I will tell you stories to put a smile on your face instead of pain in your heart."
Well, maybe she liked that sort of thing? Women loved true crime as much as the next bloke, but Arthur would swear on his own grave that it was more that humans loved the sense of justice, the idea that mysteries, even those of Jack the Ripper could be solved by quick thinking and keen observation.
cw: Jack the Ripper, true crime, child abuse mini-flashback
He probably feels his blood colder now than when he was still in the puddle! Jack the Ripper????
Surely not...
And yet, that's the kind of nagging feeling when it came to mysteries that never let Arthur down. Damn. Just what was happening in her world?
"He was always kind to you?" Maybe Jack knew the naiad was capable of protecting herself. Maybe it was just that he was only biased against prostitutes. Arthur himself had seen more of the forensic evidence than he wants to ever admit to, even though he was specifically banned from it, on account of almost being a suspect and he feels almost like he's drowning again, remembering a little too well those days. His own father's visits to prostitutes thrown back in Arthur's face as if that had anything to do with it, as if Arthur was harboring dark desires to mutilate women. Any woman. As if he resented prostitutes. He didn't then, and even now he still adores all women. Prostitutes are sensible strong women who usually have greater survival skills than even most soldiers, and that mad the murders all the worse, as far as he was concerned.
Jack was believed to have medical experience so there was that. The cuts were too precise, and so even trying to dam all the leaks, as one of the leading forensic doctors, Doyle had been more than asked about it, he'd been suspected.
"Can you drink alcohol? I just could really use a strong drink right about now." Theo is a little shoulder
angeldevil on his shoulder in his head, but maybe the shoulder angel Vincent (Theo's older brother!) is the less wise one? Since shoulder Theo reminds Arthur that he's not the best at holding his drinks, and there is no Theo or Comte to protect Arthur here from himself. I don't need it. He wants to insist and yet..."Even if it's just coffee?" he flashes a small smile, but it doesn't reach those deep ocean eyes.
"I'm familiar with stories of a Jack who wanted to evsicerate Whitechapel." He blows a heavy huff between pursed lips, choosing his words carefully. Ironically, wasn't Dracula posited as a hysterical theory by some? And here he is a vampire now even, and Vlad is real and -- not the point. "I want to take back calling him a compatriot." Oops. Too honest. "The murders I hate the most are of beautiful young women. But Whitechapel, despite the name, is a grisly place not much liked by many. Jack the Ripper wasn't the only man who would want it eviscerated. However... I rather wish it was elevated. Lifted out of its fog and sorrow. That the people could live without always crushing the weak and innocent." Way too honest. He closes his eyes and takes a steadying breath, offering out a hand an arm to the watery woman all the same. "Come drink with me and I will tell you stories to put a smile on your face instead of pain in your heart."
Well, maybe she liked that sort of thing? Women loved true crime as much as the next bloke, but Arthur would swear on his own grave that it was more that humans loved the sense of justice, the idea that mysteries, even those of Jack the Ripper could be solved by quick thinking and keen observation.