Thread: Dresses and Derangement (Shikokudarkstar & Charlie_Death)

Thorben spent the past days relaxing and feeling his innermost demons be satisfied with the brutal sacrifice he offered in the sewers. He had finally scrubbed the odor out of his clothing. Of course, he kept up on the paper, reading the articles, happy that no one has yet found the body. He doubted they would, with out long they took to find the head, the Thames river had to have washed the body to the English Channel by now. It tickled him that the remains may wash up in France, but he knew that it would have been consumed by ocean life by then. He wanted to meet Arabella, but he didn't want to see the marks left, not until she fully recovered. He didn't know how he would react to it, but he knew he didn't want anyone else near her. Instead he had sent a card or two wishing the best for her health. It was high time that he tried to get on her brother's good side. It may be premature for discussions of engagement, but he was sure that her brother would agree to allow her to be under his care and protection. After all, a husband has a duty to protect his wife, does he not? Thorben tucked a manual into his inner pocket with his blade before heading out to the club. He wanted to discuss his plans with McKinley before he went through with everything. After all, he was the closest thing to family he could have, even if his wife insisted that something was 'off' about him. He walked into the club and approached his friend with a smile that he often wore when he had to be pleasant. However, when he had greeted the group of men he caught a glimpse of someone hiding in his preferred shadowy corner. At first he didn't recognize the man, but when he stood up, he realized it was Thomas. It was strange to see him look decent. Perhaps there was hope after all. Jaysus! What's got you so distracted? Harold gave his old friend a shove to snap him back to the conversation. He had watched him keep taking glances in a corner that was now empty. Don't touch me. He pat his friend's hand with no real malice. I believe that man that just left was the brother of Miss Lamb. Before Harold could get any comment in, Thorben turned towards the door. I do believe that it is time that I ask for her brother's blessing. At those words he left, leaving his acquaintences stunned at what he said. For as long as they knew he held no interests towards anyone, and suddenly they had seen him be distracted and focused on a particular lady. To some, it seems a bit hasty to want to arrange a marriage but to Harold McKinley, it couldn't have come sooner. He didn't want to have to keep watching someone enjoy the bachelor's life when he had to return home to a wife and children. Thorben headed out of the club and began to follow Thomas. He didn't know how to approach him, if he did recognize him in the club or what he was going to say. One does not simply ask for the brother of his love's blessings on the street. He didn't mind being addressed as a thief, after all, he was one. At the mention of being armed, he finally spoke up. As am I, Mr. Haly. Thorben spoke flatly as he took large enough steps to catch up to him. He knew his voice by now, although they met only a few times. He placed a hand on his arm and squeezed it as a warning. These are dangerous times we live in with a killer on the loose. He pulled away and took a step ahead, turning to face him. There was just enough light from a street lamp to see that there was a faint bruise under his eye. Strange that it is the same eye as Arabella, but not so strange if he keeps getting into fights. There is something I must discuss with you that is a most urgent and private matter. He waved at a passing hackney to stop. May we discuss it at my home? I would not want your sister to hear what has to be said.