a lost cause

Ethan takes Brona to the theater….

Demimonde

*waves shyly* 

hello everyone! My Brona muse is coming back, so I’m in the process of rewatching Penny Dreadful.

like this for a short starter?

"I came ta London in search of those green pastures ya hear tell about, bu’ it’s all grey. Bu’ I make the most of it."

"There are som’ but it’s as dead as most places, not for lack a’ tryin’ just…Lack of people. But. There is a place of green pastures. Called ConCo. It’s got a beautiful park…waterfall. It’s no ordinary hospital Yeh know. You could train to be a nurse with no fees or dues. "

"A nurse?" She smiles in disbelief and lets out a shocked laugh. "I don' know about tha'. I take it ya werk there?"

"The grass is always greener, aye? Isn’ that what they say?"

"Aye, but it doesn’t help to know you can’t get to the greener grass. Yeh just have to be stuck in the muck of your demons."

"I came ta London in search of those green pastures ya hear tell about, bu' it's all grey. Bu' I make the most of it."

Once seated, she smiled. “Never say no t’ a free drink, eh?” She picked up the bottle and poured some of the alcohol into an empty glass, then took a drink. “So, what’d ya wanna talk about?”

Victor shifted uncomfortably in the seat, “I do not have all the details, however, Ethan has told me a sufficient amount about you that I find I cannot in good conscience keep from intervening. You are,” he paused, his face tightening as he inhaled, seemingly reluctant to continue, “rather ill I hear,” he quickly drank a glass of liquor as though to aid his courage, “I was wondering if there was any way I could help.”

There was more he wished to ask. What kept her in such good spirits as she continued dying? Was she not afraid? Did she, a warm living creature, know more about healthy feelings toward death than he, who had studied the deceased for so long? But he did not ask such things, despite his burning curiosity, because to do such would be quite insensitive.  

The ever-present smile faded somewhat, but only slightly, at the mention of her illness. Of course it was something she knew and something she was reminded of constantly with her physical weakness and common coughing fits, but it was unexpected coming from only a passing acquaintance. "There's no' much ta be done about that, doctor, and I wouldn' expect ya ta try."

"Pleasure ta meetcha, Clara Oswald." Brona downed the rest of her drink as well, then broke into a coughing fit. She quickly turned away from Clara and produced a handkerchief from her coat to cover her mouth with.

Clara watched Brona in silence before turning her gaze away. She didn’t bother asking if the other woman was alright, she had seen this before. Her own mother had it. “Do you need me to get you anything?” she asked, her voice surprisingly soft for a woman who was cheerful when discussing using the dead in her pies.

"No," she choked out in between coughs. Composing herself, she dabbed a bit of blood from her lips with the handkerchief and stuffed it back in her coat as she turned back around. "Me lungs 're buggered. No' much t' be done, I'm afraid," she stated, refilling her glass again.

"I s’ppose. D’ ya ‘ave a name?"

"Mm I do… Do you? Mine’s Wolf."

"Brona Croft. C'mon, it's this way."

Imagine you suddenly had your icon’s voice

penny dreadful meme × two colors [1/2]: red

Brona Croft - Season One