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shadowofanassassin:

shadowofanassassin:

$ : My character will react to your character winning mine after a long bidding war with another bidder where the price got pretty high.

He hated this. A firm glare plastered to his face, trying not to knock the small and feeble man off the platform upon which he stood while he picked his arms up and ran his hands along his body to ‘present’ Pan to the rest of the crowd.

  He sees Anne, eyes widening slightly as he finally realized what she was doing.

       So much money spent on him—

He drops from the stage, feet freed of chains but his hands still bound. “We need to leave.” Pan murmurs, ignoring the pain across his back. 

He flinches. His wrists are still raw from the bindings of earlier. 

  “I didn’t say I was leaving you. I never said that— And I never would, either.” Pan responds. He looks her in the eyes, weakness showing through his green eyes. 

"I’m just scared about you and Rose, alright—? My first priority is keeping you both safe."

"We’ll be fine, Pan.." She whispers, leaning over to press her lips to his forehead. "We’re goin’ t’ be safe… Jus’ trus’ me… I don’ wan’ yew t’ worry.." Anne sits back, trying to hold her tears back. "Trus’ me.."

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shadowofanassassin:

shadowofanassassin:

$ : My character will react to your character winning mine after a long bidding war with another bidder where the price got pretty high.

He hated this. A firm glare plastered to his face, trying not to knock the small and feeble man off the platform upon which he stood while he picked his arms up and ran his hands along his body to ‘present’ Pan to the rest of the crowd.

  He sees Anne, eyes widening slightly as he finally realized what she was doing.

       So much money spent on him—

He drops from the stage, feet freed of chains but his hands still bound. “We need to leave.” Pan murmurs, ignoring the pain across his back. 

He grunts, lowering his gaze in shame.

    “I’m constantly putting you and Rose in danger- I don’t know that going away will lessen that risk, Anne. I don’t have any other options for work and I will not make you work more. I told you I’d provide for our family and that’s what I’m doing.” He says back, voice dropped low. 

"Pan, looki’ me." She urged him, gently grabbing his wrists. "We’ll be fine. I don’ care if I have t’ work more. I don’ care if I have t’ sell every las’ possession I have. I will do wha’ever i’ takes t’ keep us t’gether. We’re no’ splittin’ up. No’ now, an’ no’ ever." 

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shadowofanassassin:

shadowofanassassin:

$ : My character will react to your character winning mine after a long bidding war with another bidder where the price got pretty high.

He hated this. A firm glare plastered to his face, trying not to knock the small and feeble man off the platform upon which he stood while he picked his arms up and ran his hands along his body to ‘present’ Pan to the rest of the crowd.

  He sees Anne, eyes widening slightly as he finally realized what she was doing.

       So much money spent on him—

He drops from the stage, feet freed of chains but his hands still bound. “We need to leave.” Pan murmurs, ignoring the pain across his back. 

Pan winces, having to lean forward. He holds a numbed look in his eyes, trained forward on some fixed point in space. The man just nods slightly. 

        “I missed you too, love.” 

She moves her hand to his cheek, turning his head so that he could look at her. “Everythin’s gonna be okay now.. We’ll go away.. Take Rosie with us…”

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shadowofanassassin:

shadowofanassassin:

$ : My character will react to your character winning mine after a long bidding war with another bidder where the price got pretty high.

He hated this. A firm glare plastered to his face, trying not to knock the small and feeble man off the platform upon which he stood while he picked his arms up and ran his hands along his body to ‘present’ Pan to the rest of the crowd.

  He sees Anne, eyes widening slightly as he finally realized what she was doing.

       So much money spent on him—

He drops from the stage, feet freed of chains but his hands still bound. “We need to leave.” Pan murmurs, ignoring the pain across his back. 

He flinches. 

    “And we can trust them—?” Pan responds. 

The blond follows by her side, skeptically checking out the old car and those who occupied it. He honestly had no reason to trust the men inside, and it was already eating away at his consciousness.

"I don’t know, Anne." He looks at her for a moment, slipping in eventually. 

"Pan, if we couldn’ trus’ ‘em, Edward and I would’ve killed ‘em years ago." She remarked, slipping in after him and shutting the door. Almost immediately, they shot off, Anne resting her hand on Pan’s leg gently. "I missed yew, love.."

never-lxdy asked:
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shadowofanassassin:

shadowofanassassin:

$ : My character will react to your character winning mine after a long bidding war with another bidder where the price got pretty high.

He hated this. A firm glare plastered to his face, trying not to knock the small and feeble man off the platform upon which he stood while he picked his arms up and ran his hands along his body to ‘present’ Pan to the rest of the crowd.

  He sees Anne, eyes widening slightly as he finally realized what she was doing.

       So much money spent on him—

He drops from the stage, feet freed of chains but his hands still bound. “We need to leave.” Pan murmurs, ignoring the pain across his back. 

Now that he mentions it, almost everything seems to be fuzzy and out of focus. Pan nods silently and continues to walk with his fiance. 

    “Alright.” He grunts.

"Th’ car’s righ’ ou’ fron’.. Jack and Charlie said they’re gonna help us ge’ away.." She murmured, helping him step out of the building into a low lit parking lot. As promised, an old, beat-up car was waiting for them, Jack and Charles waiting in the driver’s and passenger’s seats, respectively. 

Anne hurried to open the door and moved aside so that Pan could get in. “C’mon, love..”

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never-lxdy asked:
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shadowofanassassin:

shadowofanassassin:

$ : My character will react to your character winning mine after a long bidding war with another bidder where the price got pretty high.

He hated this. A firm glare plastered to his face, trying not to knock the small and feeble man off the platform upon which he stood while he picked his arms up and ran his hands along his body to ‘present’ Pan to the rest of the crowd.

  He sees Anne, eyes widening slightly as he finally realized what she was doing.

       So much money spent on him—

He drops from the stage, feet freed of chains but his hands still bound. “We need to leave.” Pan murmurs, ignoring the pain across his back. 

"That was dangerous— Those men could’ve done horrible things to me." Pan comments. "And to you." He sighs, walking alongside her.

    “I don’t even know which way is up… Where we are.” Pan murmurs.

"Bu’ now yer safe." She murmured, giving his hands a squeeze. "Jus’ focus on me.. Jus’ focus, love.." Anne looked forward, pushing a set of doors open with her shoulder. "We’re almos’ safe, love.."

never-lxdy asked:
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shadowofanassassin:

shadowofanassassin:

$ : My character will react to your character winning mine after a long bidding war with another bidder where the price got pretty high.

He hated this. A firm glare plastered to his face, trying not to knock the small and feeble man off the platform upon which he stood while he picked his arms up and ran his hands along his body to ‘present’ Pan to the rest of the crowd.

  He sees Anne, eyes widening slightly as he finally realized what she was doing.

       So much money spent on him—

He drops from the stage, feet freed of chains but his hands still bound. “We need to leave.” Pan murmurs, ignoring the pain across his back. 

He winces, feeling her warmer hands along the open cuts down his back. They’re raw, but the coat feels wonderful. 

   ”Please.” He says back. 

The man trudges after her, head lowered. “How did you know where I was-?” 

She keeps an arm around him, although she hovers over the cuts hesitantly. When asked how she found him, Anne replies with a shake of the head. “Intuition, love. I always said that if yew go’ los’, I’d bring yew back. Can’ be goin’ back on my promises..”

never-lxdy asked:
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shadowofanassassin:

$ : My character will react to your character winning mine after a long bidding war with another bidder where the price got pretty high.

He hated this. A firm glare plastered to his face, trying not to knock the small and feeble man off the platform upon which he stood while he picked his arms up and ran his hands along his body to ‘present’ Pan to the rest of the crowd.

  He sees Anne, eyes widening slightly as he finally realized what she was doing.

       So much money spent on him—

He drops from the stage, feet freed of chains but his hands still bound. “We need to leave.” Pan murmurs, ignoring the pain across his back. 

Anne immediately puts a hand on his back and stands, beginning to lead him out. “C’mon, love.. Le’s ge’ yew back home, aye?” She murmured, removing her coat and draping it over his shoulders. “God, yer freezin’..”

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