Oct 20, 2014
murderanna started following you
[A chill wind blows. Well, well. If it isn't her dear sister.]
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murderanna started following you
[A chill wind blows. Well, well. If it isn't her dear sister.]
murderanna started following you
You.
murderanna started following you
Something on your mind, Princess?
It's Been A Month
It had become a habit now. Which he supposed was the point. They were home now, or close to home as they ever had. A penthouse in Miami. The moment he stepped inside with Anna, here went the click of the leash to the meal attached to the collar around his neck.
One that was usually hidden under collared shirts, suits and ties. He loosened said tie and absently handed Anna the leash. Where she lead, he followed. Things were a bit shaky in his mind, given they'd just gone and killed a man no more than an hour ago. Cleanup was always easy when he just burned the body. But the energy was still there. Hot and burning inside and he had to hold that urge back until Anna expressed permission to let him.
So the temperature was definitely warmer despite the air conditioning. His jaw was set but his eyes weren't searching hers. Didn't exactly have that permission right now, either.
He'd lost her. There was no longer a fight to be had. He had seen Anna's face and he was still feeling that icy pain in his chest he couldn't properly describe.
Hans was resigned for his fate. At least at that moment. If he had a chance to build himself back up. He was sure Anna, his Anna, planned something less than pleasant for him.
He was tense, the fire in him burning low, but still burning. He kept his jaw set and glared at the wall. Fingers bruised his legs while they dug into his own skin.
[Guess who had taken a cab to Kentucky without telling anyone else? This idiot. Then again he didn't really have any emotions to go off of and logic said to at least hear this woman out if she really could hep find Elsa.
So Hans got himself a hotel room and waited for the woman who wasn't his Anna to show up.]
Kentucky. Make it there and find The West End Hotel. Then I'll find you. :)
[He’d be regretting this if he had emotions to go by. OOPS.]
Fine. Pretend you don't need me. Let's see how well you do trying to track down someone FAR superior with fire and escape. Let's see how you fair wasting time plodding around on your lonesome without any sort of insight into his head. Let's just. See. How much torture she can endure. :)
Where are you.