The Rapture Dream

The sudden, tight pull was what she felt, still swimming in his eyes. Unable to break away from them, she didn't miss him smiling. Devious and plotting, but she didn't have to speak to know what was on his mind. Their bond gave that away. She knew exactly what he wanted. Sighing softly, she felt his lips touch hers. Pressurelessly, weightlessly against hers. The affectionate feel of friction from him made her shiver. The pure frisson of him to her made her breathlessly gasp. Behind her half-lidded eyes, she watched him. The clean move to be against her face. And the subtle whisper of his desires. His words made her shudder, squeezing her eyes shut. Unable to look at him because of how much she was shaking.

"James..." Uttering his name in a fragile whisper, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Those fires of his would burn her once again. She knew it would. And this time, she wasn't going to run. Not now or ever again. Not from him. There was no debate on her feelings. No unsure thoughts. No nagging responsibilities. No... It was just him and her. Together and alone, free to do as they pleased. And now, she was back to staring at him again. Though she'd rather get lost in his fiery eyes, she wanted to look at him. After all they'd been through, she knew she could handle him. Leaning in slowly, she kissed the side of his neck.

"You don't think I'm ready? Then... Let me disprove that, James." Her voice in a more sultry whisper in his ear. Running a hand through his his, she lightly bit and nipped at his neck, working her way up and down. Roughly holding on his hair for support, she stopped her teasing to kiss him. A passionate, desperate kiss. The brunette wanted to have him all to herself. To be completely open. To be lost in the love of her life. Her mind was so wrapped up in convincing him he was wrong, she wasn't paying attention to whatever he was doing while her lips were still on his. Ever so sharply yet gently, she giggled darkly.

"Is that good enough, James?" Murmuring against his lips and in his mouth, she couldn't bear to break their kiss. Even if it was to prove a point.

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imagineyourotp

Imagine your OTP slow-dancing to a love song, with Person A quietly singing the words in Person B’s ear.

Revitalization Part 2 // James & Eleanor

As Eleanor tended to his wounds he felt every burning drop of alcohol being pressed into his skin, wincing as she did so. He was trying his best to keep in his grouses of pain and not show any discomfort on his face while the rest of his body trembled. Yet somehow Eleanor managed to keep the pain to a minimal, even though the liquid was making his wounds sting she was being so delicate and careful. He murmured a thank you and then sighed, letting his distress out in a broken breath.

"James… Look at what you’ve done to yourself."

She truly was the most caring person he had ever known, having almost forgotten his deceased parents. Eleanor fussed over him like a mother would. But she was also his friend, and foremostly his love. Words couldn’t describe how much he appreciated her, she could make the pain go away with just her soothing voice; a call breath of fresh air on his neck, like the soft breeze of a gentle ocean…. always cooling his fires and the smoldering residue of affliction, with tender kinesis and light-hearted words. Overwhelming relief was the primary emotion coursing through him…that and a deep rooted love that he always felt around her.

"I could never forget this place. Not ever. This is where I got my memories back and… And where I met you. Met you again, rather."

He said nothing, listening to her and getting lost in her words. He still was getting over the fact that she had come back… though couldn’t fully work out how. The tower was like their own little haven from the rest of the world, free from the madness of the streets below, close to the stars and out of harms way. Here was where he had found her and restored her memories… and tried to make love to her but she ran away. So she could start a new life… but she chose to spend it with him, embracing what she was before but also becoming something new.

Soon and they were sitting down together watching the stars, the cold night hugging them from the fires they had escaped from. Eleanor was fidgeting as usual. He couldn’t blame her, the situation had been dire and now silence fell upon them like a thick invisible blanket. She was thanking him, telling him that he was her savior. And he sat still, watching the stars glow in the dark sea of clouds and space. Finally, after a long needed pause he spoke to her, turning his head to stare into her two perfect blue diamonds that were still full of worry and wet with sadness and liberation.

“Eleanor” He said simply. getting her attension, and wrapping an arm around her, pulling her gently into his chest. “We… made it…. We.. survived.” Sobbing within himself amongst joy he kissed her forehead gently and snuggled her closer into his warm exposed torso. Her soft cheek pressed against his skin which then loosed a tingle of arousal but mostly warmth and comfort. He just wanted to hold her close. He just wanted to know she was there.

“Lets stay here for the night.”

Still adrift in his eyes, she watched him turn to look at at her. The soft yet fiery care he had for her burned through the brown of his eyes. His words were just as soft, if not softer. She more than readily welcomed his comfort. To be close to him after all that had happened. And not just the attack at the casino. No, she meant in terms of everything. All the bad and the few brief good moments they had. Right now was them coming full circle. Eleanor always thought she'd stay with Sinclair until she found her father. She did and moved in with her father, but she still thought she'd stay and protect her father's friend. To be with him and be... whatever they were. To this day and from all the time she spent with Sinclair, the brunette thought she'd be someone special to him. And in becoming so, she could forget all the memories and thoughts of her former self.

Burying her face in his chest, she sighed softly. Eleanor could never seem to completely push him out of her head. James Steinman had firmly cemented himself in her former self's heart and mind. To her, he had almost burned her alive and devoured her whole when they first met. She didn't dislike the attention, but at that time, she was sorting out her emotions towards her current guardian. James swooped in and just... Such passion. The fires of that passion had left their mark forever on her when he handed her that slug. Closing her eyes, she relived that day, that moment in her mind.

All the emotions and memories made her heart soar. Maniac and unpredictable like a murder of hungry crows. A gentle tug onto his arm and shoulder, she gasped softly. The petite girl always repressed what she felt. Learning the ways of the world, especially when living with Sinclair, she never gave into what she felt until just before she and he had fought. There was a twinge in her heart and mind. A tug. A pull. Something supernatural and bonding like with her father, but more of a meld. A perfect meld of hearts. When she suddenly decided to defend James after all that happened, Eleanor knew. She didn't love Mr. Sinclair. No, she was in love with the idea of loving him. Of being his. As greedy and selfish as he was, he would never want to keep her. Age and inexperience (in more ways than one) were their undoing, but deep down, Eleanor didn't like to hide behind masks.

"For the night? I'd... I'd like that very much, James." Pulling back a bit, she wanted to lose herself completely in his gaze. Those internal flames calmed her. A soothing sight and reminder of all they had, have, and will have. Despite their age difference, James never once worried about that. That or her inexperience. Of course, now, she was a bit more experienced, but not with him. Blue eyes reflected so well against the darkness of his. She wanted to experience as much as she could with him. Her fiancé. Her equal. Her other half. All of that and so much more.

"And just what shall we do?" Trying to make herself comfort in his lap, she sat as best as she could while never once letting go of him. Leaning a bit closer, she smiled softly, curiously at him.

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doctorwho

JLC.

#face claim #For Eleanor

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Do you remember a touch of the wind on you? Softer than whispers of angel that falls in love… Do you remember the sound of the ocean waves? Breaking alone time after time, ah~

Origa in “New Bodhum” from the Final Fantasy XII-2 OST (via philanthropy-whispers)

#OOC

Revitalization Part 2 // James & Eleanor

The whole situation was draining, physically and emotionally. Seeing Eleanor so close to death or danger again was like a punch in the stomach, a wake-up call that told him he needed to ensure her safety. But perhaps this city wasn’t the sort of place he could settle down in, but then… where else? Although there was freedom in the skies and in the sea it was far more dangerous. Perhaps one day they would return to the surface, maybe it wasn’t as cruel now as he remembered. Though at the end of the day he didn’t mind, as long as he was with her he would protect her.

As she grasped his hand and told him that she had an idea, James Steinman held on tight, not wanting to let go of her soothing touch. Then he was taken completely off-guard as everything flashed purple for a few evanescent moments. And he felt himself implode with her, still feeling her soft hand clasped around his tightly. He had never used any kind of teleport plasmid before (He couldn’t remember Charlie teleporting him because he was unconscious), and this new sensation wasn’t too his liking at all. It was like drowning in his own blood rapidly, and then suddenly like he was being turned inside out. But thankfully the pain was temporary and he reappeared with her in a brand new location that was so familiar…

…The Tower… the place where they had first met, and a haven of safety high above the dangerous streets of New Columbia. As the teleportation sickness wore off and his eyes flickered, he saw first the reflection of the brilliant night sky mirrored in Eleanor’s eyes. They were still full of sadness from what had happened but were tranquil now. The storm was finally over and they could be still once again. He was thankful for her taking the initiative to teleport themselves to this intimate place, and quickly wrapped his arms around her again.

“Hopefully this works?”

“Eleanor… you remembered this place… Thank you.”

And then he leaned in and planted a soft, loving kiss on her forehead and carefully sat down with her, directing his gaze to the silent night. Clouds smudged over a canvas of dark blue, and the stars were shining brightly, glistening in majestic splendor. A cool breeze helped mollify the burning sensations on James’ back.

“I need you to clean my wounds.” He said bluntly but honestly, gesturing to his back. The pain was still making him clench his teeth together and grimace. He didn’t want Eleanor to see that she had accidentally hurt him but knew that his wounds would not heal as easily as hers, for she was part little sister and had some form of rapid healing. Though there was ADAM in his face the rest of his body was open to injury and unless it was treated the pain would only worsen. Pulling his shirt off, he gave her the flask and ripped off another piece of the hem of her dress. He could not see how bad his injuries were, but could feel every feverish sting, every sear of the cuts and burnt areas that had broken his skin.

“Eleanor Please..”

A bit faint and squeamish, she swallowed hard. There was so much blood, even if it was just from cuts everywhere. One cut was particularly bad. It was dark crimson, painful to to just look at it. The faint but awful reminder that she'd accidentally hurt him. With an injury of her own no less. Sighing frustratedly, she hated that he got hurt because of her. Granted, it was thanks to him that they were alive and well, but to see him hurt like this. Savior or not, it didn't matter to her.

Eleanor Please... Taking the top off of the flask, she hesitated. Sure, this would clean his wounds and end the pain, but more pain would come first. Shakily, she took some of the alcohol in her hand to gingerly sprinkle some across his back. He was covered in nicks and cuts everywhere. The brunette didn't want to waste his alcohol needlessly, only taking enough to cover an area at a time. After every drizzle of cleansing droplets, she would dab off the blood delicately. Not wanting to apply pressure to his cuts.

"James... Look at what you've done to yourself." It was almost under her breath, almost scolding him. Finishing as best as she could, she came from behind him to look at him. Even he tried to mask it, she knew he was in pain. There was nothing in this world he could hide from her. Nothing. Crossing her arms and then uncrossing them, she sighed softly. While she was more than content that she had him and they were alone, she couldn't help but worry. An uneasy feeling of peace washed over her to look at him.

"I could never forget this place. Not ever. This is where I got my memories back and... And where I met you. Met you again, rather." Slowly, she sat down next to him, looking down at her hands in her lap. The fidgeting began. She never knew what to say exactly, but right now, she found unbreakable solace in the silence. As if the flow of the sea softened against the sand, it was a shared solace.

"Thank you. Thank you for saving us, James. I-If... If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't be here." Turning to look at him, catch him in his eyes, she felt unsteady still. Shaken up and a bit nervous of everything. Shell shock, perhaps. The quick look into his eyes made her remember all that happened with them. Remember the fire that she almost gave into. And now, she was completely lost in it. Drowning ever so briefly in his eyes, she was staring. And now her loss of words wouldn't break. Silently adrift at sea.

#OOC #Song came on and I was like #I'm in love~

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m-uzyka

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“I am Andrew Ryan, and I am here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? ‘No,’ says the man in Washington, ‘it belongs to the poor.’ ‘No,’ says the man in the Vatican, ‘it belongs to God.’ ‘No,’ says the man in Moscow, ‘it belongs to everyone.’ I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose Rapture. A city where the artist would not fear the censor, where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality, where the great would not be constrained by the small. And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city, as well.”

#OOC

Revitalization Part 2 // James & Eleanor

A flash of relief energized him as he reached the foot of the ladder with Eleanor out of harm’s way on his shoulder. Though the fight could still be heard from above; gunshots crackling in the night and screams shredding up the previous quiet, James knew that Eleanor was still in danger. She was gasping for air as if there were none in her lungs and clearly wincing in deadly pain that had to be treated. He could see the fear but moreover determination to stay alive in her welled up eyes and this made him but more focused to not fail her again. Although the wound wasn't fatal, if left untreated it would lose blood, it was already dripping red all over her ankle, and the nearest hospital was on the other side of Emporia.

"James… I’m all right. Just… in pain. C-Can you put me down please? And get this glass out of my leg..?"

“Of course! Hold still!” And he lowered his body slightly and tilted a shoulder so Eleanor slid off him and onto the floor. He took the brief moment to catch his breath, still blenching from where she had accidentally cut his back, and the smoldering ashes that burned against him. But he wanted to help her first. As long as she lived happily he could be at peace but knew that it meant he had to survive alongside her. They needed each other.

She grabbed hold of his cuff and gazed at him sternly, heart strong with the will to live, which gave her a boiling vivacity. “I am not dying anytime soon, James. Not right now.”

“Eleanor… whatever happens… I love you.” He cried back to her, distracting her with his captivating dark eyes crying as his fingers closed around the shard impaled in her leg. “Be strong my angel.” And swiftly he yanked at the glass, which was pierced deeper than he had first assumed. There was a grimacing sound of sharp friction as it was pulled out coarsely , Eleanor’s scream made him feel terrible for hurting her like this but knew that he was doing the right thing. Quickly he got out his hip flask and poured a small splash of alcohol on the cut to decontaminate it. Next he tore off the hem of her dress and created a makeshift bandage, tying it firmly around her leg in a perfectly tight knot.

After he was happy with his work he did the same to the smaller cuts on her body using the same technique. He wished that he had a proper medical kit to fix her up but had to improvise to the best of his ability. Every now and again an explosion could be heard from above, shots being fired and screams began to die out. But Eleanor thankfully… was alive. And he was entirely grateful that they had escaped the worst of it. This city was becoming unnervingly similar to Rapture… maybe the surface world wasn't such a bad place after all. Perhaps they just needed to get away from all these false utopia’s and live a good life as wife and husband.

“Eleanor… Can you stand? Or would you like me to carry you? We need to go somewhere safe… Any suggestions?“

As she sat down, he stared at her. A distraction. Anything to get her mind off of the pain in her leg. It was stinging badly. Perhaps it was deeper than she had thought, but escape was her first priority. Just as it was to him. Being at a safe distance now, she could relax just a bit, but not enough to drop her guard completely. Her old keen awareness never left her. Not once, but she herself did not like violence. Adjust to the situation and react properly without causing a scene or any kind of disturbance was how she'd use that awareness. Luckily, James had the same idea. That idea saved them both. Unfortunately, that couldn't be said for the other guests. Eleanor could only hope her friends and any loved ones that were attending had either left early or were safe.

His distraction had worked. The petite girl was dizzy from blood loss. And now, that shard had to get out of her leg. It was much too painful. Not only had it hurt her, but it stabbed her fiancé a few times. She didn't want to cause him any more pain, especially the physical kind. The explosion had caused them more than enough bodily harm. More than enough.

Eleanor… whatever happens… I love you. Be strong my angel. A quick, careful tug on the shard, and she screamed. It had dug into her deeply. He really was her protector and savior. Perhaps... Her father didn't need to protect her. The thought was seared into her mind. Just as the pain pierced her body and the blood flooded freely from her leg, her mind focused on that single thought. The peaceful idea of not needing to be protected, yet safe around her equal... Biting her lip, she was breathing hard. Trying to not look, she saw just how bad she was cut. So much red, and then more stinging, but it was needed. He quickly cleaned her wound, bandaging it up.

"Thank you..." She whispered gently, trying to not distract him or anything. Her breath of a word wasn't heard, but she knew he acknowledged it in some way. Feeling it in her heart, she knew he did. Of course, he was much too busy cleaning her little cuts here and there. For as reckless and dangerous as James Steinman was made out to be, he was incredibly soft and gentle with her. And now, she was sure he wasn't so broken anymore. No... He was completely reborn. Perhaps not from ashes, but in a scorching fire that never once died out.

Eleanor… Can you stand? Or would you like me to carry you? We need to go somewhere safe… Any suggestions? As if he had read her mind, she knew they needed to put more distance between them and this now destroyed place. Finding out what had happened and why could wait. Safety and some time to recover right now was what they needed. Especially after the shock. The mental images swarmed her like an ugly guerrilla attack. Shaking her head, she tried to remain calm and at ease. At least, as best as she could.

"I have an idea..." Grabbing his hand, she hadn't forgotten that she could teleport. No, she just hadn't used it but once or twice. And right now, they needed to be far away. Focusing on a certain spot, she could take them both there. Or at least she would more than try. Weakly, she took to her feet. A fragile smile on her lips, she knew he'd like this. And in a flash of purple, they were more than safe. And back at the place where they first met: The tower that she could almost reach the sun. And now, she could almost touch the moon. If she couldn't dance the night away with him, she would at least get to spend it with him.

"Hopefully, this works..?" Sheepishly, she wondered if this was a good idea, but this was where she was comfortable. And no one could or would find them and interrupt them.

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#OOC #For James~

an-act-of-love

Dawning on her whatever happened between the two of them, she noticed that Eleanor was reluctant, yet happy to see her, as she was to hide something. Not that it was particularly important in that moment, but yes, it bothered Sofia a little bit, and hopefully Eleanor’s question would distract her.

"…Yes, yes. I came to Columbia not long ago, I think I’m only here for a month or something. I was in the party days ago, the one the Vox attacked. I thought you were injured or worse…" Sofia sighed, letting go of her daughter. "I suppose you got here for a longer amount of time, as you seem rather comfortable in these streets."

With a hand she carressed her daughter’s cheek and smiled lightly. She couldn’t force her daughter to explain whatever happened between her and Sinclair… Not as much as she could explain whatever was happening between Sofia and Gilbert.

#an-act-of-love #alostlamb

With her mother's hand on her check, Eleanor couldn't help but smile. Her hand was warm. Even if they fought in the past, right now that didn't matter. This was a new life. A new world. A new chance at life. And Eleanor would take her chance. She got her new beginning. This was just another step for her.

"I... I was there too, Mother. And I did get hurt, but I'm all right. Promise." She fidgeted a bit, smoothing out her dress a bit. Remembering she still had a certain object on her person, Eleanor had to be careful with her nervous habits. More like habits that distracted herself.

"And yes, I've been here a while now. I'm still adjusting, I'm afraid." A nervous giggle. She felt like she had so much to say. And yet, she couldn't word it properly. She would try, even if it ended with them fighting again. As much as she didn't want that.

"Mother... I'm sorry. For all that's happened between us. I wish I knew you were here sooner. I... I suppose we have to talk, don't we?"

Revitalization Part 2 // James & Eleanor

As bullets began to whistle over their heads and the screams grew only louder James was wide eyed and staring on Eleanor’s injured body with a look of sheer pain and hate for whoever caused this. He saw the glass shard in her before she even screamed. It looked small but could easily be a deep cut for he had no idea how much of the glass was impaled in her leg. But he would take no chances.

There was another loud scream to his left and then he saw the waitress. She had slid down the banister with a hole through her eye from where the bullet had pierced her. Blood dripped gruesomely. The couple that were sitting at the table were now hiding underneath it and there was another stranger who’s body had exploded through the wall to the outer decking. Glass was literally sprayed everywhere and even though he had flung his body over Eleanor, she still got hurt. Luckily James had no major injuries but his back was still sore from taking most of the debris and likely had cuts all over. But his focus was primarily on Eleanor, glancing up now and again to see if any soldiers were shooting at them but most of the fire seemed to be happening from within the casino. It was lucky that they were at the sidelines.

Seeing how much pain Eleanor was in as she limply crawled towards him made him curse loudly. “Fucking intruders!!” He shouted but then figured that he didn’t want to draw attention to himself and put Eleanor at risk so he tried to keep his profanities of rage to a minimal. “Eleanor!” He cried her name again, racing over to her and picking her up. He could hear her tiny drowned out scream of pain as her leg was moved again but once he was away from the firefight he could surely fix her. “You’re going to survive. We will live! And get married!” Wiping away his blinding tears with his sleeve he hosted her over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift and looked for an escape.

But to his horror the path was blocked by a raging inferno that perhaps not even Undertow would be able to blast through and he was running low on salts anyway. There had to be another way. Looking sharply to his right he saw a rickety ladder leading up to the balcony and quickly figured that it must be one of the fire escapes. Wasting no more time he lunged towards it with Eleanor tightly on his scorched back and took hold of the railing, pulling himself down onto the first step. Slowly and carefully he began to climb down away from the terror and destruction. He loosed a sharp cry as Eleanor pressed her leg into his back accidentally and the glass scraped against his skin, feeling blood ooze against his shirt. Tensing up his determined face he pressed on, and endured the pain which was nothing compared to his self-surgery he experienced in the past. But the most scariest thing was the thought of losing Eleanor.

Halfway down he could hear gunshots above and the body of the man who was hiding under the table with his supposed wife tumbled down towards them. Steinman had little time to react as the bullet torn corpse plummeted towards them but he quickly leaned to the right which caused the glass to press into his back but saved them from the man knocking them off the rickety ladder. James loosed a focused breath of relief and continued downward faster than before, willing fate to ensure they survive.

“Eleanor… Please hold on. Don’t you die on me like before!”

And he prayed that she wouldn’t.

She was in so much pain. Perhaps she didn't fully grasp the severity of her wound. The fire and bodies... Eleanor hated violence. The graphic nature and the horror would be burned into her mind. Feeling faint, she barely felt James hoist her up and over his shoulder. Her savior once again. The irony of the situation was almost laughable, but right now, she was grateful. Had she not been with him, she knew she would've been killed. These people in blood red seemed to want nothing more than death and destruction. Their strike on Sinclair's casino was very curious, but seeing as she was probably to become at odd's with him, she wasn't going to think too much of it. Would their love really cause that much of a ripple, she wondered.

Holding onto him was a feeble attempt as her fiancé made a dash for their lives. She couldn't open her eyes. Not to watch the horror play out. To see people's lives fade from their bodies. To see the look of rage. No... It was too cruel for her. From the corner of her eye, she looked at James. Even in this awful situation, he was concerned about her. The man was beyond in love with her. Almost if their hearts and minds were in sync, but only her father was in sync with her... Right? Or perhaps they had some kind of similar bond. Her head was spinning with thoughts.

You’re going to survive. We will live! And get married! His passionate words rung in her ears. Kept her focused on not passing out. She must've lost a bit of blood to feel so weak. Or was it the shock of all that happened at once? She didn't really care. This weakness made her a useless individual. Having to rely on James to save her. Hopefully, he didn't view her as a burden. She never wanted to burden him. Never. Feeling their weight change a bit, she noticed faintly that he was climbing down a ladder.

The ladder didn't seem completely stable, but James seemed to manage to make it work. His movements were quick yet utterly careful. Then, it finally hit her. He thought she passed out or was severely hurt to the point she was out cold. No... That wasn't the case. No, she was hurt and in shock from the attack. The brutality these people wanted to inflict. And unfortunately, she felt her wound causing him pain. The glass shard was scratching and digging into his skin. How did he take it? The pain must've been incredibly sharp and deep. Barely making it down to safety, managing to avoid a body flung over the side, Eleanor figured she should speak up.

Eleanor… Please hold on. Don’t you die on me like before! He really did think she was out cold. Or dead. The petite brunette shook her head weakly, taking a gasp for air.

"James... I'm all right. Just... in pain. C-Can you put me down please? And get this glass out of my leg..?" Gritting her teeth, she tried to slide off of his shoulder. Weakly, she did so, falling on her bottom again. Tonight was not her night in terms of her body. Grabbing a hold of his sleeve, she looked up at him.

"I am not dying anytime soon, James. Not right now." The look in her eye was fierce devotion. To him. To her new life. To their new life. And this terrorist attack was not going to put any kind of damper on their new beginning. Eleanor would not let that happen.

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The voice that echoed behind her was too familiar for her liking. So familiar it made her heart ache like it never did before. The voice that called for her and saved her in Rapture… the sole reason she was in Columbia.

Eleanor.

She turned to her daughter, tears started to flowing down her eyes, like she had found the most treasured thing to human kind right there, in front of her.

"El…Eleanor?" She asked, in the midst of her tears. "…Is… oh, of course it is…"

She embraced her daughter as tightly as she could, sobbing as quietely as possible, remembering that her scent was still the same.

"I finally found you… I finally found you…!!!"

I finally found you... I finally found you..!!! The shock her mother had in her voice and in her shaky hold on her. Eleanor still didn't know how exactly to feel about her mother, but right now, she was glad. Honestly glad she was alive and well. What with the Vox Attack, getting engaged, and getting injured, her head was just spinning with excitement.

"Mother..." She hugged her mother back tightly. Even if there was bad blood between them, she loved her mother. Pushing back a bit to look at her mother, smiling softly. The brunette had to hide her mixed emotions, putting on a good face for her.

"How are you, mother? Is all well?"

an-act-of-love

Upon looking at the distress that happened in Sinclair’s casino, and having heard and read about all the deaths, Sofia felt slightly nostalgic. It was just like Rapture. It was the brick and that made the tower crumble.

Sofia sighed. “This time wasn’t a kind revolution, was it…”

And then she remembered Eleanor. She only hoped she was alive.