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Love Isn't Always in the Shadows (Nothy&Duchy)

He unbuttoned his vest and returned to the first wardrobe to hang it up with the matching coat. "My line of work is hardly one conducive to playing host, nor are my current living conditions." He closed the wardrobe and turned to face her. "Now then, we must discuss the arrangements for you staying here. There are a few things you must keep in mind while you are here. Firstly, you are not to leave this place without me or my express consent. You are smart enough to understand the reasons for this. Secondly, you will not touch anything in the drawers or wardrobes without checking with me. There are some things that are for my eyes only, and I have set up several... insurances to prevent anyone else seeing or touching them. Thirdly, I am protecting you for my own benefit, do not presume that my saving you came from some sudden affection or the like." He took a slow breath. "Now then, if you have any questions, ask them now. If not, then you may go through my clothes to find something suitable to wear, and change in the bedroom. Once that is done I will properly tend to your wounds." He stood and waited for her to reply. He needed to get things established properly here so he could turn his attention to the task of eliminating his former employers.
 
Watched him then looked around quietly then said" no questions i am just tired long night and the sort" she got up easily and walked away from him finding the one bedroom that she guessed was his she yawned gracefully and eventually found the wardrobe, gazing in on the clothes she wrinkled her nose at it before pulling a button up shirt and a pair of pants which she knew was going to be to big on her, she closed the door gently and reached back pulling at the buttons to her tattered dress it took her a moment to do this but she eventually got it, she slipped out of the dress and unlaced her corset leaving her in her under garments which consisted of thin capri pants and a lacy tank, she pulled her hair out completely and let it fall past her shoulders in a red curly mess, she slipped on the shirt that swallowed her and pulled the pants on hiding the fact that she has lace underwear on, she walked out holding the pants up and sat in the living room before remembering the part of her scar was showing, she pulled the pant leg down hoping her wouldn't see.
 
Dante sat down in a chair in front of the fire as his guest rummaged through his wardrobe. He heard her move into the bedroom and pull the door shut. He let out a soft sigh once she was in the bedroom changing. He had much to do in the next couple days, information to gather, informants to hunt up, and of course, people to kill. Just the thought of his betrayal filled him with disgust. Not only had they betrayed him, but they had insulted his skills as an assassin through their actions. Those in his profession did not take insults to their pride lightly, and Dante was no exception. As he stared into the flickering light in the fireplace, he started planning out his moves. Once he had gathered enough information, he would start to pick away at his enemies until there was nothing left of them but their corpses. About that time he heard Victoria slip out of the bedroom and make her way to the couch. He did not look at her at first, making sure he had thought everything out thoroughly. Once that was done he turned to look at her. "I will be seeing to that wound of yours now, and I won't hear any arguments to the contrary." With that he stood and walked over to her, taking her right leg in his hand and pulling up the pants' leg to reveal his makeshift bandage, now quite red with blood. He slowly unrolled the cloth, the blood not yet having a chance to dry. "Hmm, seems I will have to sew this shut." He muttered, pulling a small wooden box from under the couch. He opened it to reveal a small oil lamp, a spool of thread, several needles in varying sizes, some scissors, and a small glass bottle filled with an amber-colored liquid.
 
When she heard he was going to stitch it and tried to pull away " no..no no no needles" she looked at him with all kinds of serious on her face and pulled her leg away from him crawling to the other end of the couch and narrowed her eyes slightly at him.
 
He sighed as she moved away from him. He took the little oil lamp and lit the wick with a coal from the fire. While it lit, he quickly threaded the needle, making sure the knot was snug. Once the flame of the lamp was strong enough, he held the needle tip in the flame, disinfecting it. He pulled it out and blew out the lamp. He picked up the glass bottle and the spool of thread and turned to Victoria. "If I don't sew it up, I cannot bandage it properly, and you will likely get some sort of infection and possibly die. Since it is in my best interest to keep you alive, I'm not going to let that happen. Now, get back over here or else I'll tie you up to do it." He had little patience for her childish fear and needed to get this over with. "If you drink some of this brandy it will dull the pain." He held up the bottle for a moment.
 
She looked at him and narrowed her eyes " what do i look like to you a bar wench get that away from me i don't drink" she snapped at him before getting up and hoping away from him before placing her foot on the ground and started to walk away from him.
 
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