I do not own Jedediah Shine or any other KNOWN Ripper Street characters that may appear in this. Please review and let me know what you think of this and if I should continue or not. Happy Reading. – Sevy14
He was a cool customer. A man with words that shook the sturdy walls and quelled even the strongest of men. When he came, the air went out. No creak upon the floor could be heard and all the girls were suddenly occupied. In truth, he was alluring yet terrifying. Each one of us did our best to look away and not meet his gaze, for it was calculating, cool, cold, and gleeful. The smile upon his lips, more of a sneer, with naughty intentions lurking behind. Mother would put away her books and kindly show him around, as if he'd never been to our establishment before.
Often he lingered, never taking time to drink or smoke. He merely watched. One man in and another out, and so on. All night he could occupy the chair in the corner. A few times gentlemen would inquire, but we'd shake our heads, glancing in his direction before averting their attentions to our better qualities, and to the empty beds that lay waiting upstairs. In those moments he would smile a dark grin, it always sent chills up our spines.
The morn grew near and he'd rise. Our night done, we'd be readying ourselves for bed as he made his way up the stairs and past our rooms. Up and down the hall he'd go, stopping to look in every room. Our breath caught by fears tight grip. But on he'd go, lingering just a moment more at the door at the end of the hall before turning and leaving. Mother never said why he came. Mother never asked him for money or charged him any long standing fee. He'd come. He'd watch. He'd go.
A/N: If people want more, I might be able to do some writing for this. Shine is such a fascinating character that I wish there were fanfiction for him. So if there's an audience, I may write more, I have some ideas. Let me know. This was just a little drabble that popped into my skull. - Sevy14