#{daniel 01}

[ronanvvludolf]

( &&. @danielincoln )

Ronan’s favorite thing about Central Park was the sheer size of it; sometimes, in the noisy and bustling streets of the city, it was nice to get away and surrounded himself with the lush, man-made landscaping and greenery that the park provided. Particularly, Ronan enjoyed going on his jogs throughout Central Park. Today, with his sweatshirt, shorts, and running shoes on, he ran through the designated running trails, his headphones in as he weaved and moved his way through the cluster of people milling about the public park’s grounds.

As Ronan made his way through the park, focused on rounding out his next mile, his eyes snagged on a shining substance hidden underneath a bench nearby. Slowing down to a brisk walk, Ronan’s brows furrowed, and he glanced around before making his way towards the bench.

“What in the hell have we got here?” he murmured, making his way up to the wooden bench and bending down, reaching underneath to try and grab the mysterious object from its hiding spot.

[eleanormatilda]

@theimpalpable / sam & danny.

      To those who know her best, it’s obvious what she’s been up to -- to those who would claim to possess any inkling of her character, they’d wager she had been up to no good -- both are most likely correct as Len is currently busy attempting to gather up a buzz, if only to numb the -- well, current numbness... Somehow within all that supposed tranquility, he is alive after all, there’s nothing but bitter anguish. He doesn’t remember her, he can’t -- He’s gone. Everything they had: GONE. It was all written in his eyes, confusion, utter bewilderment...’who the hell are you??’ No sense of recognition, no sense of her name laced against his tongue...she’s back at square one, alone. And to an extent, she’s tumultuously toppled deeper down the rabbit hole... An unfamiliar presence dares enter the room. Samuel is fast asleep. Eleanor lies with back upon the cool tiled floor. She grants only a single glance before gaze is cast upward at the ceiling.           “I really ought to fire my new guard staff... There will be no questions, thank you. See yourself out.” she snaps, believing this intruder to be nothing more than a mere journalist.