Victor… why had she called him that back there?
Maelie was better than that, she was careful with her words, and afterwards she had even recovered well. But it wasn’t enough, the words were said, and she was left to deal with it. She was an expert liar, always careful with truths. So why the slip this time?
She thought about him, about their meetings, the careful words, but just then she had just wanted to be closer. She wanted to share things with him, enjoy moments together with friends, and just be with him.
Victor and Maelie, names in private, in whispers, in bed. Not in public. Not in company. It wasn’t that kind of relationship.
Right?
Victor had this sense of secrecy and danger about him. It intrigued her, the flirting and games contrasted to his attentive kindness and care. She rarely knew what to expect and she wanted to throw herself into the game. But this one… she was feeling like she was going to lose before she figured out what the rules were.
He had been embarrassed. Kept quiet. Confirmed nothing.
Victor…no, Sir Orsei had goals, a future he wouldn’t speak of. A sister to care for. A father to spite. All the while, considering his place and responsibilities. When he had spoken of the people who depended on his family, the people he wanted to be a good patron to. Dreams. Dreams that depended on privileges and reputations. He had said he wouldn’t turn her away in the future…but he didn’t know it was all a life that she did not fit.
Thief, criminal, swindler, scoundrel.
Consciously thinking about her profession never brought feelings of shame, but it did remind her why she did it. The reason she had such a passion for living outside the law was because with each theft she was one step further away from her mother.
She understood having a parent you could never please. One who heaped equal parts duty and disdain upon the shoulders of their own children. She had escaped that life entirely long ago. Her mother had passed, and she had absorbed the news with indifference. She lived her life now as free as the birds in the sky thanks to her adoptive aunt and uncle.
But still, her shadow loomed. Behind every responsibility. Every noble she met. Every action performed out of duty. She saw her mother and she ran from it.
She had run from it when Cardinal had insisted on their differences. And the same when Sir Orsei had refused to tell her his dreams. The fear that speaking them would see them crushed by someone else. The shadow that loomed behind him ready to snuff out any secret joy he found and his resignation to it made something inside her scream. Because she knew she could never be happy in a life so restrained and dutiful. The scar on her chest was a reminder of the life she had escaped. He needed someone else, he would find them, and it was with them that he would share those moments. Not her.
So why? Why had he reached out? Why had he reached for her hand? Why had she let him take it?
It is getting harder and harder to run away.
She didn’t know the rules.
The stakes confused her.
And she didn’t know when to quit. Or if she even could.