#LOVERUINED / 01.

[hokeful]

         ‘ this is a nice jail, ’ he says, gesturing one-handed and lazily about their studio backdrop before he tucks it back into his pocket. ‘ really, it is. we’ve had some wonderful hangings here. ’

@loveruined, call.

[youngragnar-blog]

@loveruined. call.

       ‘ you don’t want to play? ’ it’s only tug-of-war. over a stretch of hot coals and, uh, fire. but that’s half the fun, isn’t it? ‘ it doesn’t hurt. much. ’ 

[curatiive]

@loveruined​. call.

         ‘ --looked a bit messy. you sure you’re alright, love? ’ 

[fatherofmachine-a]

[ IDENTIFIED AS: JANE WYNDHAM ]:

@loveruined

The pounding of her heart was so heavy that she felt it in her throat. Jane had never known danger like this before – of course, there was the obvious, but all that was over. She was making sure that was all over. This, now, was real - and it felt like some sick joke that by trying to end things, she was making them worse for herself.

 She tried to respond but something in her throat tightened and she found herself unable to make a single sound. Instead, she just turned forward once more, pressing in tighter to Harold. Though she didn’t know him, there was something about him that she trusted - a kindness in his tone, perhaps. Something that said I can make this better for you. 

   That said… For all she knew, he could be leading her away from one obvious danger just to take her to another trap. The thought of that possibility made her feel physically sick.

“Who are they?” she asked, legs moving so quickly she could barely register each step she took. “And what do you– somewhere safe? Where?”

Fingers loosened ENTIRELY, freeing her arm, & instead, Harold’s hand moved to gently rest against her upper back—–he DIDN’T want her to feel trapped. Instead, he hoped to convey a safe sense of GUIDANCE rather than anything forceful ... that was something she didn’t NEED any more of. This situation was ALREADY encompassed with something deeply traumatic for her, something she was trying to ERASE & free herself of. The first step to helping her was making all of this ... a LITTLE easier.

❝ I’m AFRAID they’re not the source of the threat, they’re following orders.  The REST we’re gonna have to figure out. ❞

❝ I’ve got a SAFE HOUSE nearby—–but first, we’ve got to make sure we’re not followed.  I’m gonna need you to do what I tell you,  FOLLOW my lead  &  I’ll get you there safely.  I’ll answer ALL of the questions I can.  You’re gonna have to TRUST ME. Can you do that ? ❞

Dark brows LIFTED somewhat, lashes sweeping downward as he lowered his gaze. Harold spoke softly, somewhat URGENTLY ... albeit, he knew it was A LOT that he was asking of her. Trust WAS NOT something that came easily for some ( as he well knew himself, for HE was one of them ). Heavy gaze flickered upward for a moment & he could SEE the corner they would need to turn, slowly rising to meet them.