The thing inside her ripped like the animal in him, clawing to escape and to be put down, but she had done that. She had given herself up to him in ways that she would never give to the dark brothers, and then there had been peace. Or something like it. She suspects that there would never truly be peace, but there was no thick fog permeating the air, no death trailing her like a cloak.
There had been moths, something that would belong to Dr. Sweet, in his house of night creatures, but how they had swarmed her. How they began to steal from her. Fallen to her knees, her prayers can no longer help her.
Her. Who is she?
She is Amunet. She is Vanessa Ives. She is beholden to Dracula, king of the night creatures.
Or is she simply a woman who lost her way, one who dreamed of a home and a warmth that had not filled her in her whole life. Grasping wildly at that, she feels it slip away from her. The dust diminishes, and then it is lost.
She is lost.
On her knees, she casts a pained look upwards to the shadow of someone passing, feeling hollow and yet familiar. It is not unusual for Vanessa Ives to be possessed by something else. It is unusual for her to be devoid of anything at all. "Do you know who I am?" she asks, voice small and full of pain, innocence holding to her question. She is, for the first time, free.
It will not last, she fears.
ii. the ancient teachers of this science
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
How can we have such progress and yet, be so tied to the past? Has anyone explained, yet?
Vanessa Ives | Penny Dreadful
There is something Vanessa is meant to remember.
Ethan.
The thing inside her ripped like the animal in him, clawing to escape and to be put down, but she had done that. She had given herself up to him in ways that she would never give to the dark brothers, and then there had been peace. Or something like it. She suspects that there would never truly be peace, but there was no thick fog permeating the air, no death trailing her like a cloak.
There had been moths, something that would belong to Dr. Sweet, in his house of night creatures, but how they had swarmed her. How they began to steal from her. Fallen to her knees, her prayers can no longer help her.
Her. Who is she?
She is Amunet. She is Vanessa Ives. She is beholden to Dracula, king of the night creatures.
Or is she simply a woman who lost her way, one who dreamed of a home and a warmth that had not filled her in her whole life. Grasping wildly at that, she feels it slip away from her. The dust diminishes, and then it is lost.
She is lost.
On her knees, she casts a pained look upwards to the shadow of someone passing, feeling hollow and yet familiar. It is not unusual for Vanessa Ives to be possessed by something else. It is unusual for her to be devoid of anything at all. "Do you know who I am?" she asks, voice small and full of pain, innocence holding to her question. She is, for the first time, free.
It will not last, she fears.
ii. the ancient teachers of this science
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
How can we have such progress and yet, be so tied to the past? Has anyone explained, yet?