{ mr. chandler };

          _{He follows  her as closely as  the most obedient  of hounds,
          though there’s a certain  ( and very unintentional )  wobble
          to his gait.  Ethan seems  to be  having a  small amount of
          trouble walking straight,  which can no doubt be pinned on
          the large  amount of alcohol  he’s consumed over  the past
          few days. But it makes him feel so much better.} 

         _{"Maybe not as good a cook as you’re imagining.“ That is at
          least coupled with a small laugh,  to make a man that now
          looks more  ragged than rugged seem  a little lighter  for a
          few short moments.}

                                      _{She would have liked him to be smiling.}

         _{"I’m good with spices,” he tells her after a short silence, and
          another of the sort follows on after it. There’s little desire in
          him to speak,  though he’s sure that will be  remedied soon
          enough.  Still,  it would  be quite  rude to  ignore  Vanessa 
          purely because  he doesn’t  quite feel  like talking.  It won’t 
          be the most painful thing in the world to force a little bit of
          conversation, just for the walk.}

                 _{"What about you, Miss Ives? Do you cook at all?”} 

          _{though accursed, darkened with hidden depths, his presence
          would often surround her with warmth - strange but invited to
          provide silent  comfort  nonetheless.  conjuring c onversation
          from the emptiness  of  air  was  a  specialty  of Vanessa’s ; a
          means to avoid certain subjects - to dodge intrusive questions
          which  strove  to  pry  open  her  multitude  of  mysteries.}

                           _{though liquor provided most, Mr. Chandler included,  with
                           the solace of numbness ; Miss Ives found herself unable to
                           consume it on such a scale for a  loss  of control  -  though
                           momentary - could be  d i s a s t r o u s .}

                 _{( intemperance would be a journey Ethan would make alone. )}

                                                                                             _{❝ —— so i’ve heard. ❞}

          _{naturally his mirth  would  spark  a  small  smile,  painted  on thin
          lips, her pace slowing  to  ensure  if  she  was  required  to  steady
          his  stance,  her  assistance  would  be  within  reach.  &  with  his
          query, memories soon came rapping at the door that barred them.} 

                                                   _{❝ very little. there were others who cooked for us. ❞}

                            _{a moment - a breath before she continued.}

           _{❝  i would often spend my days with Mina, at her home.
                       we both sought to learn from those in Sir Malcolm’s kitchen.
                                 though my passions lied beyond the contents of a spice box.  ❞}

                                                                                        _{( & not becoming the adequate
                                                                                          wife nor homemaker.  she  was 
                                                                                          meant for M O R E  -  she knew 
                                                                                          then she had to have been. )}

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