Whose Eyes Would Reply to Mine
"How are you feeling?" He said, wishing to dispel the silence and the tension that seemed to writhe like some starving, incensed creature in the space between them.
Victor's gaze slowly moved to meet his, his eyes holding an unreadable emotion. "Very well, compared with this morning... " he said, his voice slightly hoarse. "This remedy, though strange, is quite... liberating." He paused to inhale unsteadily, "I feel I shall soon be granted release from my remaining symptoms."
Or; Walton is tasked with rehabilitating the invalid his crew rescued from the ice.
- The Thief of Pears
- Part 1 of Whose Eyes Would Reply to Mine
"Out of curiosity, I've been reading some of the letters you have yet to finish writing..." His hands brushed over his shoulder, sweeping down his chest as his voice lowered, "You've discussed me in quite flattering terms…” Victor leaned closer into the back of his neck as he spoke, “As I am, being now even in a wreck, so attractive and amiable.” His hot breath hit the back of Walton’s ear as he continued, “And I’m certain I owe you a great deal, both for your hospitality, and the medical attention you’ve provided.” He inhaled as Victor spoke almost against his skin, the silvery tones of his voice seeming to reverberate through him.
"I dislike owing anyone."
Or, Walton's favour is graciously returned.
- The Theif of Pears
- Part 2 of Whose Eyes Would Reply to Mine