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The Lord of the Rings: the two towers, 2002

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The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (2002)

The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers is the definition of “epic”. The climax is on a scale so massive it’s legendary. You see it and cannot imagine how the series could top itself in the final chapter. It also contains great, quieter character moments, just enough comedy to give you the emotional breaks you need before the action kicks up again and some romance too. The special effects were spectacular for the time and hold up today. Yes, the extended edition is long - you basically have to dedicate an entire evening to it – but it never feels long. As soon as it's over, you'll debate whether you have time to sit down and watch the next chapter.

As Frodo Baggins (Elijah Wood) and Samwise Gamgee (Sean Astin) make their way toward Mordor to destroy the Ring of Power, they discover that its previous owner, the creature called Gollum (Andy Serkis) is following them. Though treacherous, Gollum may be the key to fulfilling their quest. Meanwhile, Aragorn (Viggo Mortensen), Legolas (Orlando Bloom) and Gimli (John Rhys-Davies) arrive in the kingdom of Rohan to find its King, Théoden (Bernard Hill), corrupted by the wizard Saruman (Christopher Lee). In the forest near Saruman’s tower, Merry (Dominic Monaghan) and Pippin (Billy Boyd) try to convince Treebeard (voiced by Rhys-Davies) to join the fight against him and his army of Uruk-Hai.

Before we dig in, let me clarify that we’re talking about the Extended Edition of the film, which is 45 minutes longer than the already lengthy 179-minute theatrical version. Yes, that’s a lot of time spent in Middle-Earth. No, it doesn’t feel like too much. The pacing is the key. We begin with one story, see how dire the situation is, get to a turning point and are then whisked away to the next plot, where the cycle repeats itself. As the middle chapter in a trilogy, this film is not contained, but it feels complete. There are character arcs, clear stakes, and a beginning, middle and end within each of the three stories and for the picture as a whole. Even more than before, the action feels like it’s happening in a real place. You can see the history of the fortress of Helm’s Deep, of the people of Rohan, the realms in faraway lands that are choosing to either ally themselves with the great, never-blinking eye of Sauron, or against him and his forces. In the sets, costumes and weapons, you notice details that show how much love and dedication was poured into this project. When there is comedy, it’s not the kind that undercuts the action, it’s the kind that makes what comes next feel even more dramatic, exciting or tragic.

Director Peter Jackson has a knack for raising the stakes. You know it’s only a matter of time before Gollum betrays Sam and Frodo. You think that’s all the hobbits have to worry about but then they meet the late Boromir’s brother, Faramir (David Wenham). You figure the journey Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli will make to the fortress at Helm’s Deep will be perilous, but then we see what’s brewing in Saruman's lair. The journey there is the least of their problems. There’s a glimmer of hope in the form of Merry, Pippin and Treebeard but the more we learn about tree-like Ents, the less you have faith in them. Those are all part of the big picture but within the individual characters, we have engaging stories too. In the kingdom of the elves, Arwen (Liv Tyler) is told by her father, Elrond (Hugo Weaving), that the elves are abandoning Middle-Earth, and that she would be foolish to stay, particularly for love. Frodo and Sam are at odds when it comes to Gollum, with Frodo sympathizing with the creature and Sam believing they’d be better off without him. In Gollum himself, there is conflict, as the creature’s twisted mind cannot decide whether it should act as a loyal guide to the hobbits or kill them in their sleep.

Whether swords are drawn or sheathed, you’ll be gripped by the picture but what you’ll probably remember best about “The Two Towers” are the big, special-effects-heavy scenes. Most memorable is Gollum, a character created entirely by motion capture. It’s common nowadays, but this is a rare example of a pioneered technique that still holds up. As soon as Gollum enters the frame, you just think of him as a character, never as a trick of the camera. You might even forget there was a person, not a creature on set. Equally capable of knocking you off your feet is the big battle at the end of the film. This gigantic siege, set at night, in the rain, is so well-lit and well-directed that you’re never lost or disoriented. It feels like everything's been building up to this and in some ways it is, but in others, it hasn't. There's still more to come in The Return of the King.

Like its predecessor, The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers is a significant achievement in filmmaking. The performances are excellent, the production on a scale we seldom see, the story and plot make you forget there’s a world outside of the movie itself. The only flaw in is that you can't sit down and watch this movie on its own, but it was never meant to be seen that way. (Extended Edition on Blu-ray, April 27, 2023)

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23.12.23

#Mira-Marathon | LOTR

Film Name: The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (2002); Production Studios: New Line Cinema, WingNut Films, The Saul Zaentz Company; Director by: Peter Jackson; Screenwriter: Fran Walsh, Philippa Boyens, Stephen Sinclair, Peter Jackson; Starring: Elijah Wood, Sean Astin, Orlando Bloom, Viggo Mortensen, Ian McKellen; Genres: Fantasy, Action, Adventure, Drama; Running Time: 2 hours 59 minutes;

The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers is a 2002 epic fantasy film by Peter Jackson, the second in the Lord of the Rings trilogy. The film fascinates and impresses even more than the first. Great effects, intense plot and character development made it unbeatable. Recommended for fans of fantasy and exciting stories.

My rating: 10/10

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First Impressions (GN!Reader) [Redo]

'Maybe first interaction with slashers? It would be perfect if Vincent Sinclair is going to be in it as well o(^▽^)o' Featuring: Vincent Sinclair, Michael Myers, Carrie White, and Stu Macher

Vincent Sinclair

He was lurking around the wax museum, fixing up some figures that had heated up a bit too much in the summer heat.

Bo and Lester hadn't said anything about bringing in any new soon-to-be-sculptures so he walked around freely, smoothing out every little imperfection he spotted.

But when the door swung open slowly, he dashed into the shadows. Bo was too loud and Lester was too clumsy to have made it this close to the museum without alerting him. Someone else was here, someone unexpected.

You

Your eyes took in every wax creation with wonder and awe, the attention to detail pulling a smile across your lips.

Vincent watched you admire the work, his work, with curiosity.

At first glance, nothing seemed to need fixing. But that couldn't be right, every sculpture here had been altered and improved in some way. Some had jawlines made sharper, some given fuller eyebrows or thinner hair. Everyone had flaws, everyone needed to be improved to be true art.

But not you. You seemed... flawless to him.

So it must've been something else, right? Like your voice, you may have been attractive but surely your voice was grating and unbearable.

"Wow.." You had sighed as you inspected one of his smaller creations.

Nope. Your voice knocked the air from his lungs. It was like a song that he had longed to hear but was never performed until now.

That cycle continued. For every flaw he imagined, you did something to prove him wrong.

By the time you were done in the House of Wax, Vincent had decided.

You weren't going anywhere until he found a flaw, even if it meant keeping you in Ambrose alive.

He has yet to find one.

Michael Myers

Peering through his white mask, Michael's steely gaze remained fixed on you from afar.

You didn't seem too interesting, definitely not a victim he would struggle with at least, but you would do for a first kill of the night.

You had been out with your friends when you elected to cut through an isolated alleyway to head home.

By yourself nonetheless (Seriously, it was like you were asking him to follow you)

So he crept up behind you, knife in hand, preparing to end the life of this attractive random stranger

But then you stopped. You stopped and turned to look at him with a curious smile.

"Am I in your way?" You asked politely.

You stepped to the side and just stared at him patiently, waiting for the masked man to continue on his way.

Michael just stopped and looked at you, confusion and bewilderment in his eyes.

What kind of crazy person gets followed by a masked killer and just... smiles at them? (Not that he was one to judge anyone's 'crazy' behaviors)

So Michael did something he hadn't done before. He willingly let you walk away with your life. Because for the first time, Michael was intrigued in a way that didn't invite his violent tendencies.

Of course, he continued to stalk you. You caught his interest after all and if anyone was going to hurt you, it was going to be him and him only.

Not that he would

Carrie White

Carrie was just sitting in the library during lunch, doing her best to remain hidden from the other students.

Head buried in her book, she hardly noticed when you approached her table.

"Is this seat taken?" You had asked, motioning at the chair across from her.

Carrie's brows furrowed and she remained silent, looking at you in confusion and searching for whatever group you were with to laugh at her.

But there was no one.

Hesitantly, she shook her head and you smiled at her.

It wasn't the mocking smiles she was used to or the ones that were a result of her torment, it was a real smile.

You sat across from her and attempted to start a conversation, not that she was really cooperating (but can you blame her?)

But you were genuine the entire time, even giving other students dirty looks when you heard them whispering about her.

You talked to her about her sewing, the classes you shared, plans for prom, and how annoying you thought Chris was

Her suspicion and confusion was obvious but when you asked if you could join her for lunch again the next day as you walked to your next class, she couldn't help but smile and nod.

Someone seemed to be nice to her, truly nice to her.

Someone who just so happened to be the most radiant person she'd ever seen.

Stu Macher

Like always, Stu was goofing off in the back of the classroom, ignoring whatever lesson the teacher was covering.

He'd noticed you a few times throughout the school year but was content with just looking for the time being.

But when Billy had brought up the idea of making you their next victim, Stu was strangely opposed to it, even more than when they plotted to kill Tatum

So Billy made him a deal. Find a decent reason to keep you alive other than 'they're good looking' and you could live! How generous of him.

So Stu crumpled up his assignment and tossed it at you, making a 'psst' sound to get your attention.

You turned around and mouthed a response, "What?"

Stu wasted no time in starting his silly flirting tactics, hoping to earn a laugh. Something pretty easy to achieve when it came to you, it seemed.

"You're dumb," you had chuckled quietly.

"Maybe. Definitely dumb enough to ask if you'll go out with me on Friday. Maybe watch a movie?" He responded.

"Only if it's a horror."

Stu knew he was done for.

Luckily, Billy accepted "Understands horror movies like we do" as a valid reason to let you live.

Redid this one on account that I had to seriously rush through it the first time, hope you enjoyed! Please send reqs, I'm sooo bored :'(

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babylon 5 textposts part 4!

ft. sinbaldi + a bonus franklin

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All of my OCS are terrible at giving advice...........

Casey: kill them and give me their corpse!

Rochelle:...hit them..??

Monica: just steel there identity it's not that hard....

Ruby: make them a flower crown!!

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saint stephen <3

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The Lord of the Rings: the two towers, 2002

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BLACK WIDOW & HAWKEYE #1 (of 4)

THE EYES OF A HAWK AND THE VENOM OF A WIDOW! Even when Black Widow and Hawkeye had no one to trust, they still had each other – even though their paths sometimes diverged. So when Clint Barton is accused of a rogue assassination attempt that puts the U.S. and Madripoor at odds, a symbiote-equipped Natasha Romanoff thinks nothing of coming to his aid. But as echoes of their past ripple into the present, it will take all their faith in each other – and the lessons learned along the way – to protect their futures.

Written by Stephanie Phillips

Art by Paolo Villanelli

Cover by Stephen Segovia

Variant covers by Adam Hughes, Stanley “ARTGERM” Lau, George Pérez & Alex Sinclair, Mark Brooks

- Release date: March 13, 2024

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HIGHLIGHTS FROM THIS EPISODE OF MONDAY NIGHT FRESH

RISE OF THE PREPPY WOMAN SOCIETY

Previously, in a shock development, Enid Sinclair (Netflix Wednesday) turned heel and attacked her longtime friend Wednesday Addams (Netflix Wednesday) during the Money in the Bank press conference. During this episode of Fresh, Enid arrived to explain her actions.

Enid says that she was feeling threatened by the rise of the Goth Girl Alliance stable in NXTB. She went on to say that she attacked Wednesday as a message to the Alliance since Wednesday is the goth girl poster child. This is in spite of the fact that Wednesday isn’t a member of the group.

In addition, Enid felt that she needed to form her own group in order to deal with the Alliance. Enid’s group - which she named “The Preppy Woman Society” - will make their official debut in the next few weeks…

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Can you please write a ReaderxSlasher where the reader saw a nightmare about slasher getting hurt/killed? And their reactions to it (Vincent Sinclair included)

Please and thank you. Love your work <3

Nightmares (GN!Reader)

Featuring Vincent Sinclair, Carrie White, and Lester Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

TW: Stabbing, blood, and death

'Vincent, Vincent, Vincent...'

The name echoed in your head like a mantra you'd rather not hear right now. Feet pounded against the cool asphalt beneath your bare feet. The harsh night winds sent bits of dirt and rock flying at your face, beating at the tear stained skin. Your eyes stung with tears and the blood that dripped from your head. Your heart pounded with fear and a level of anger that you had never felt before.

The light from the house up the hill shone dimly like a lighthouse trying to warn the last ship before it collapses.

'Vincent, Vincent, Vincent...'

If it weren't for Bo's cocky attitude, this all would have been over sooner. But Bo needed a challenge, he wanted to properly hunt this out-of-towner. The one that was just a bit bigger than him and Vincent, Bo just needed to get those bragging rights. Now he was knocked out in the gas station, you were bleeding and disoriented and Vincent was alone in the house with that damn guy. Fear didn't even begin to describe how you felt right now, the worst ideas flooding your mind.

What if you were too late? What if Vincent is being beaten to death right now? What if he's being tortured like he did to the man's friends? What if it's too late? What if you lose him?

'Vincent, Vincent, Vincent...'

You shook your head, desperately trying to erase those fears from your mind. Your lungs burned and your legs ached but you couldn't stop running.

You can't lose him.

Reaching the house, you threw open the door and froze, listening close for anything that could tell you where he was. Then, from the bedroom upstairs, grunts and items hitting the floor. You turned on your heel and raced up the steps, the once comforting carpeting now wet and reeking of copper.

'Vincent, Vincent, Vincent...'

In the time that you had been with the Sinclairs, you'd learn to have a strong stomach. You had seen the aftermath of victims that Bo kept for himself. You've helped Lester with clearing out roadkill and tossing it in the pit. You cleaned up blood that had split in the streets and you had even witnessed what happens when one of Vincent's 'creations' had fallen.

You had been a witness to so much horror, horror that you yourself had lived before Vincent decided to keep you.

But to see your beloved, sensitive, and quiet Vincent laying on the ground at the end of the hallway with a knife plunged in his chest was a sight you couldn't stomach. His wax mask was cracked and bloody, his long hair stuck to his neck with a mix of sweat and blood matting it. Blood seeped into the carpet and filled your nose with a scent that overpowered your senses.

'Vincent!'

You hadn't even noticed the scream that was ripped from your throat until you felt the burn in your mouth. You were by his side in an instant, sobs filling the house. Vincent's chest heaved and he was clearly struggling to hold his head up.

"Vincent! Vinny, please! Get up, you can't- you can't leave me like this." You cried out, hands shaking as they're coated in blood.

His blood.

Vincent didn't respond with more than a tired gaze up at you.

"Goddamnit, Vincent!" You screamed as you shook your head.

"You can’t fucking do this to me! You can’t just leave me here!”

A horrible gurgling sound escaped from his lips, blood dripping down his chin. Your heart clenched at the sight and you gripped at his jacket tightly. You held him close and looked up, silently pleading for whatever God there was to save him.

‘Save him and take me. Damn it, just let him live,” you prayed to whoever would listen.

But just like the first time you begged to be released from Ambrose, your pleas fell on deaf ears.

With a painful choke, Vincent’s body went limp in your arms.

Your constant tossing and turning had pulled Vincent from his slumber with a frown. Looking to the side, he saw the distressed expression etched into your features. The way your chest heaved with subtly panicked breaths, the beads of sweat forming on your brow, every sign of distress that made its presence known caused him to tilt his head.

Sitting up, Vincent slowly shook you awake. His touch saved you from the hellscape in your mind. With a heavy exhale, your eyes shot open and looked around wildly. As they landed on the familiar frame of Vincent, your eyes widened and filled with tears of relief.

“V-Vincent?” You practically whimpered, launching yourself into his arms.

Albeit confused, he held you close as you sobbed. His dark hair brushed against your shoulders as he tilted his head down and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of yours.

After a moment of silence, he pulled away. He tilted his head and his eyes held a questioning gaze.

“You… Bo, he- I… You died, Vince.” You choked out.

“In- In my dream, you got… someone stabbed you and I couldn’t- I didn’t make it in time.” Your body wracked with sobs, your grip on his shirt tightening.

Vincent sighed softly and patted your head.

‘I’m okay,’ he signed slowly.

‘We’re both okay. It was a dream, don’t worry. Just sleep.’

“Vincent?”

He nodded.

“Promise me that you won’t leave. Not ever, not even in death.”

From behind the mask, he smiled and held out his pinky.

Carrie

TW: Mentions of past abuse, blood, beatings

Standing beside the stage, you smiled brightly at Carrie. Her homemade pink gown seemed to float against her legs and gave her pale skin a glow that had once seemed impossible. After everything she had endured, the endless beatings at home, the cruel pranks and humiliating rituals done by her classmates, and the little in voice in the back of her mind that told her that she deserved it. After all of that, your sweet girl had finally gotten the prom night she deserved. She had won prom queen, everyone else had finally seen the beautiful and kind hearted Carrie that you loved so dearly.

You happened to glance up, a smile on your lips as you prepared to thank whatever higher power had finally shown Carrie the grace that she was so clearly owed. But when you spotted the bucket with a dried streak of red along the side, your heart dropped.

She had told you about this. The night that everything had come crashing down. Senior prom.

Following the trail, you spotted a cord tied to the handle being held by Billy goddamn Nolan. The anger you felt was immeasurable.

'Carrie!' You tried to yell out a warning but it sounded muffled, like you were speaking through a bubble.

Life seemed to slow down. Chris' sadistic smile sent chills down your spine. Her voice was muted but you could see her yell out some demand to her boyfriend before he yanked hard on the cord.

You turned and tried to run towards Carrie, desperate to stop the worst moment of her life from happening. But your feet were rooted to the floor and try as you might, you couldn't reach her.

All you could do was watch in horror and fury as the bucket tipped over and blood splashed all over Carrie.

"Carrie!" Your voice finally found it's footing and Carrie's head whipped in your direction.

Her eyes were wide and tearful, her hands shaking. You took off running towards her, practically leaping onto the stage to her side. You moved to grab hold of her but she staggered back, humiliation and pain on her face.

"Carrie?"

"Mama was right. How could you?" Her voice was laced in hurt and sounded distorted, echoey.

Her eyes seemed to look right through you and you shook your head vigorously.

"Wha-? No! No, Carrie, sweetheart! I- I would never, it wasn't-"

"Why wouldn't we?" A voice said from behind you.

Turning around, you spotted Chris and her friends suddenly behind you. Mocking smirks and cruel laughs painted each face.

The group of tormentors advanced on her, shoving past you like nothing.

"What's the matter Scary White? I thought you'd be used to a little blood by now." Norma sneered, earning heartless laughs from the others.

Carrie shook her head and began to stammer, something that was met with ridiculing stutters. Chris took to the helm of the group once more and eyed her in disgust before shoving her to the floor, blood splashing as she did so.

You watched in horror as the group became more ruthless, spitting on and hurling insults at her in a swirling tornado of torment. Your heart shattered when you saw Carrie curl up into a ball and let out the most heart wrenching sobs. They were cries that you hadn't heard since she told you about the abuse she suffered from at the hands of her religious nut of a mother.

Chris had lifted her foot up by this point and brought it down with a sickening crunch against Carrie's hand. But once again, no matter how hard you fought to, you just couldn't reach out to stop it.

"Sweetheart?" A familiar gentle voice called.

"Are you... are you okay? Please wake up." Carrie's melodic voice pulled you from the nightmare.

You rubbed your eyes tiredly and your thoughts muddled. You turned to see an anxious frown on her face.

"You were having a nightmare, I think. You kept saying my name." She told you.

Overwhelmed by the painful sight, you reached forward and pulled Carrie into a tight embrace. You buried your head into her shoulder and sniffled when the anger tears began to flow.

"You didn't... You didn't deserve any of it, Carrie. You didn't deserve to be hurt and humiliated." You whispered.

You'd heard the story enough to know that your dream was just that, a dream. That wasn't how that terrible night went down but it was still enough to fill you with a deep hatred for Carrie's classmates.

Carrie had gone still for a moment but the words hit her in a way that she would have never expected. She wrapped her arms around your shoulders and smiled softly.

"I'm... okay. Now. I have you now so I'm alright."

"I won't let anyone hurt you again, honey."

Carrie chuckled shyly.

"I won't let anyone hurt you either. Not even a silly dream."

You pulled away from the hug and smiled lovingly at her. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, you leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

Carrie had spent the rest of the night tucked away in your arms. At one point in the night, she extended her arm and with a twist, the radio came on with a low volume, playing a song that she had always found comfort in.

She’s suffered so much in her life. But right now she has you and she vows to herself to not let you go.

Lester Sinclair

TW: Car crash, descriptions of intense bodily harm, blood, mentions of dead animals

Roadkill.

You had been inside one of the houses near the edge of town when you heard it. A metallic screech that shook your bones and made your teeth ache. The rag you were using to wipe down the windows was dropped to the floor as you peered out to see what the noise had come from.

Roadkill.

Wrapped around the tree next to the washed out road was his truck. Glass scattered across the road like raindrops and the carcasses from Lester's last pick up were tossed haphazardly to the floor.

Roadkill.

"Lester!' You yelled his name as you raced down the stairs.

The hot August sun beat down on you in an instant, filling the air with the stench of blood and rotting meat. You sprinted to the driver's side of the car and your blood ran cold at the sight.

Lester's nose was twisted at an unnatural angle, glass stuck out from his face like thorns, and blood poured from his forehead and nose. His Bowie knife was embedded into his hand, pinning it to the seat cushion.

Your stomach churned and you began to yell out for Bo and Vincent to come and help.

The stench of blood was strong, impossibly pungent. But you couldn't tell if the metallic smell was from the animals that had been ripped open by tires on the road or if it was from the awkward and chuckling country boy you'd fallen so madly in love with.

Roadkill.

Your mouth filled with saliva and the back of your throat burned with the threat of vomit when you noticed more details. The right side of Lester's face seemed crunched flat with a tooth poking through just beneath his lip. His chin hung over the steering wheel as if his neck was bending in a perfect curve over it.

But it was his eyes. Those eyes that were so often filled with light, humor, and love for you. They were dull and glassy. They stared up at you with a devastating hopelessness that you had only ever seen in two other places.

Stuck in a casing of wax, permanently fixed on every face of every unlucky tourist that would make a good edition to the collection.

And roadkill.

Lester, who had so often taken the dead animals out of the baking sun. Lester, who could rant and ramble about the different breeds of different cattle. Lester, who always had a knowing smirk when it came to picking up hitchhikers and deer. Your Lester had become the very thing he had spent so much time with.

Roadkill.

"We're here. C'mon, honey." The comforting lull of Lester's accent caught your attention.

He's okay. He's okay and alive and you're in his truck and he isn't hurt.

You breathed a heavy sigh of relief which earned you a strange look from Lester.

"You okay?" He asked.

You swallowed hard and despite the way your shoulders had relaxed significantly at your realization, you just couldn't bring yourself to say yes.

"I... I had a nightmare." You admitted.

You detailed the visions to Lester, from the sound of the crash to the way the blood had assaulted your senses to the devastation you felt when you thought you had lost him forever.

Chuckling lightly, Lester shook his head.

"You ain't gotta worry about me none. I've been drivin' since I was old enough to see over the dash." He replied.

"It's not that, Lester. It's... I don't want to see you get hurt, dream or otherwise."

Lester's smile soften and he blushed a bit.

"Don't you worry. I've made it this long, right? But I'll try and be extra careful behind the wheel. For you. Now c'mon. Bo will be pissed off with us if we let this food get cold 'cause of a bad dream."

He took your hand in his and the sincere look in his eyes told you all that you needed to know. He was safe and that's how he planned to stay. Which seemed to be enough for you.

Thank you sm for the request, lovely! I really appreciate it and I hope I did it at least some justice :) (Can you tell that Vincent was the easiest to write for this?)