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A beat of mild confusion when Landon is pulling away from her, even a tiny whine at the loss of warmth. Of feeling him inside of her but it registers what he's doing. Why he's doing it. Pregnancy was tricky even when medicine, doctors had been around. It could be life threatening now, and perhaps more so for her if Frost ever found them again. Found out someone immune had a child. She'd really be of no use at that point. Rolling over to her side as well, Alice reached for him once he's spent, panting her name and just takes the moment to feel things fall a little more back into place. 'I think we're in the clear,' Laughing a bit herself, pressing kiss after kiss to his lips, still coming down form her high. Inching closer to regain that warmth. She'd grab the blankets soon enough but right now she needs this moment just as much as she needed what they'd just done.

'You've never given up on me,' A stroke of fingers across his face because she simply can't do that enough. 'Wouldn't dream of giving up on you.' Give up on the only person who ever believed in her? Who ever made her feel loved and appreciated? Never. Not in a million years. She would have went to a grave believing he was out there, and would have been right. 'I wish we could stay here,' Will probably wish they could stay in any place they find shelter every night until they find what they're looking for.

Snuggling in against him, Alice tangles her legs between his, fingers brushing skin, tracing lazy patterns along his sides. It's like she can take a deep breath again without feeling the tightness of her heartache. 'You really like my hair?' She questions suddenly, corner of her lips quirking in a smile as she tips her head back to look at him. She had always kept it short, never longer than sitting along her neck but now it's touching her shoulders. 'I was going to try and find a way to cut it or have someone do it for me but... if you like it like this i'll keep it.'

Clinging to him for dear life puts more power behind his movement. He just wants to be buried in his wife, holding on to this moment because it really means he’s escaped that facility. The only way to know he’s still alive is how deeply he’s feeling right here. A stranger’s bed but for tonight it’s their bed. Memories of home are fleeting but sacred. He will forever miss what they built together. What keeps his head above water is a prospect of building again. Something new to call their own is the only goal he has now. No more awards, no more films… his friends and mother are gone. She’s all he has left. The last piece of his heart remains close, no longer lost. And he’ll keep it that way. Lost is a good state to be in as he’s lost right now against her. When it’s obvious he’s taken her to that high, exactly as he wanted to do, Lan’s fighting his body.

He has enough instinct and will power to gradually unwind her legs from his waist. As much as he doesn’t want to but the former director’s focused on slipping back from her. There isn’t much liberty without contraception around. Maybe they can ultimately find supplies in a store or something. Vital items they’ll really need but for now he pulls out. Hitting him after he makes the move, he shifts slightly landing on his hip beside the blonde. Enough room to take it down easy, head pressing against the mattress with sharp breaths. “…oh shit, Alice.” He huffed, a little laugh on his breath. A chuckle of relief because it’s sinking in now that they’ve just got back something missing between them.  

The man’s arm curls around her waist. Bringing himself back up closer, Landon’s lips are softly to hers. Kissing in the aftermath, being able to hold her in his arms always makes it ten times better. He’s just someone who needs touch. Affirmations in action so to speak and did they deliver. When he tips his head back a smile is clear as day on his face. “Hope we weren’t too loud.” He realizes but considering they’re still lying here latched together naked they’re in the clear. “Who says we needed that fire place huh?” A raspy tease, pressing kisses along her neck to drive his point across. His fingers brushed to her hip as he rested there with her. “Thank you.” He says suddenly. “…for not giving up on me.” @tennesseewynter // prev

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It never got old. Hearing him say he loves her. It never, ever did. Always gave Alice the same fluttering in her abdomen as it had from the first time. The nip of his nails in her back doesn't even faze the blonde. In fact she welcomes it, needs that secure hold of both of Landon's arms around her, cradling her against him. The feel of his face pressed into her. 'My one and only,' Her own little oath back to him, easy to spill such sweet sentiments in the quiet of this tiny space. Hollywood is long gone. A pressure to show up and be someone is long gone. Now it's just the two of them. With a more than worthy friend in their back pocket. Snow was drifting faster outside, piling higher but it doesn't matter as she rocking against him still in that slow rhythmic pace until he's pressing her back down along the mattress. Lacing fingers with his and squeezing his hand so tightly.

She couldn't say why that little statement was about to bring tears to her eyes. 'Different isn't it?' She breathed and there's a real smile, full and wide and Alice happily wraps legs around his waist. It's her first smile in a year, the first time she truly feels alive again and it's all because of this. Her connection with this man is unparalleled. She knew it, deep down he had been alive somewhere. She looks different and yet he looks the same. Well maintained she's sure. Had to be pristine in that place but he wouldn't be anymore. Hair would grow just like hers, beard too. Maybe they'd both become unrecognizable. Take up new names and live a peaceful, unbothered life somewhere new.

'Landon,' His name is usually all she can muster in times like this, pitch normally telling him where she was at in her climb. It's a strained whisper now, urged closer to her peak by his change in pace now that he's shifted them. Hitting a new angle, a new spot to the point where her release surprises her. Alice has to surge up, press lips to that right shoulder, press into the crook of his neck to stifle it all for Graham's sake. Barely able to catch her own breath and she clutches to him, riding out a long over due high.

Landon is absorbing how she moves because he remembers. How can he forget? Every little move, touch and alluring sound brings him back to those early days. Their love affair began on set. Close to each other while filming, playing the intimate roles of their characters beyond the page of a script. Those moments in dressing rooms were filled with lust. Led them to more, fulfilled with a healthy dose of desire and love when he finally went the distance. All good memories he kept and currently it’s fanning the flames. Locking lips with Alice is sweet, yearning. He yearned for her since the day he first lost her. “…love you too,” echoing a shared sentiment for one another. “Never love anyone else.” An oath he made despite their careers. They were against the grain of Hollywood. A couple who lasted, made choices to lock down assets together. For most it would seem risky but they proved people wrong.

Nothing proved media more wrong than two celebrities surviving through the end of the world. Even now he doesn’t think of those days they were known. He only thinks of the parts that include her. Alice comes back to him in a wave, rolling atop him to the point he’s struggling to maintain control. Hugging arms around her, fingers digging against the skin of her back, Lan’s pressed his face to the crook of her neck. The fact they may not be able to have this luxury for a while blurs through. Just enough for him to be slower, methodical in every roll of hips to match. “Alice,” emphasis wraps around her name, gradually careening forward as she remains settled atop him. But he’s stuck like glue.

The way her hair tousles in his fingers as he pushes her down against the bed is a heavenly texture. He’s never seen it so long in his life. With his eyes on her face, sinking against her, his hand slides up to clutch onto hers. “…your hair,” he swallows, rocking against her in a quicker stroke. “…I like it.” A smile curls his lips as he finally has a moment to tell her how he feels about having her in front of him again. “So nice…so beautiful.” Not the only thing that’s nice and he’s concentrating on this. Slipping a hand underneath Alice’s thigh to draw her leg up against his waist, he groans at the extra access. Needing her around him to feel alive and god does he ever. Sweaty, hot skin makes the chill of winter they trekked through seem so insignificant. He’s burning brighter and it’s getting closer to the edge. @tennesseewynter // prev

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Alice has always been weak for his noises. To know that she alone can pull such sounds from her husband is like a good old fashioned pat on the back. But it feels different now. To know Landon's craved her this deeply still after all this time has her broken heart mending some at the seams. Time has passed but the man has not forgotten what gets to her, what has the blonde unable to keep still, tug at his curls and jolt hips against his mouth. Soft whimpers instead of loud moans because this isn't their Hollywood home. She's never been shy about it. Not with him, but for tonight she has to keep it reined in. Her body aches to give into this right now and it's impressive that she's able to keep that release at bay for the moment. She wants to feel him, wants him to feel her. Needs it more than she can comprehend.

The blonde is all to eager to to be lifted up and onto his lap, one arm wrapped around his shoulders, anchoring them chest to chest as the other caresses his face. Knees on either sides of his hips. Panting breaths against his lips as he guides her down. There's a wince, eyes fluttering closed but not out of pain. It's been too long as she needs to adjust but it really is like coming home. Connected in a way she'd missed and longed for. Memories of trysts in dressing rooms and banquet bathrooms were all she could go off of in times of wanting him while he was missing. So when he rocks beneath her, the blonde has to bite her lip to stop the moan from being too loud. Her name alone on his lips in groaning whispers is too good, nails digging into his shoulder, moving the other from his face back into his hair. Desperate for him in every way that mattered. To cling to him.

'Landon,' Breathing each others air with lips so close, Alice finally rocks her hips forward to meet him, slow movements because she's being selfish and wants this to last as long as she can. They're both ticking time bombs far too close to the edge already, a few bounces along him could end it before they're ready. This might be their only moment for some time. This might be the only place with a roof they come across for a while, the only bed. She doesn't know what the next few days or months might bring so why not make this last. 'I love you,' Pressing lips to his in a kiss to muffle a moan she can't quite bite back with euphoria building in her system. No longer chilled to the bone with a light sheen of sweat along her skin.

He missed the rasp of her voice wanting him. Entangling fingers reaching for him drove it home she is here. She’s here grabbing onto his hair, forcing a desperate whine from his mouth. A sound that slips out as the sensation of nails against scalp sends a profound tingle down his spine. Biting it back while he was situated there, he realized it might be his challenge to stay quiet after all. Surely the way his voice hums against how wet she is becomes a statement. His statement to make as he’s determined to remind her exactly what he loves to do with his mouth. Sliding a hand up against her stomach, Landon’s eyes lift to meet her face. Watching her expression in the moment he’s set out to indulge in a fill of what he hasn’t had in forever. He could only think of her on the off chance he had privacy in one of those clinical showers. Sometimes the director lost his head in the clouds, imagining Alice there slipping in behind him as she has done in their past.

Reality is much better than fiction. Sprawled with legs parted for his head to move, lustful ministrations of lips and tongue making it clear he’s still her husband. He didn’t have anyone else. Trapped in a glass box, unable to have the connection he craved and gave in return every day to her. She’s alive and a live wire. The way he comes up for air makes a mess of his hair, sucking in breath, pressing lips together. A sensual lick of them for her to see how much he enjoyed how she still reacts; Landon’s hand grazed along the blonde’s leg. Climbing up and forward to settle hips between her legs, he’s eager to clasp fingers to hers. Sliding them between Alice’s he gradually pulls her up from laying splayed to sheets.

Lan handles her by the waist. Tipping his head back slightly, lips parted as those hot breaths cascade from the anticipation. An arm hooks around her back to give some support as he pulls her onto his lap. He only takes eyes from her to adjust their position, angling hips to easily draw her down onto him. Easing them together is a slow process to allow their bodies to remember how the other feels. And aware of the sounds threatening to gain volume. He takes it easy for a reason but god – “Fuck,” hisses out in a strangled whisper, shifting under his wife in a rock so good he feels at home. Ten times over. “Mm. Alice… Allie,” speaking quietly, lips brush up close to hers. “I missed you too sweetheart. God, I did…” @tennesseewynter // prev

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Any other time Alice would be involved in the shedding of his and her own clothes but the blonde can only watch, lay still as it all happens. Still marveling at the fact that Landon is here. It's a broken record skipping on the same spot in her mind. He's here, he's here. Reaching a hand to his face to touch his lips, trace that tiny smile. All the time in the world now. No filming schedules. No award shows, no press tours, no paparazzi following them. They can finally just be Alice and Landon. Tucked away in a snow covered forest. In a long lost hunting hideaway.

The chill on her body is gone the moment he's on top of her, lips leaving a burning trail across her skin. Her own content sigh lingering in the space between them as she nods at his order to stay quiet. God she's dreamed about this. Hoped maybe one day they would be together again but never dreamed it would feel like this. A burning that just a few days ago had been a dying ember. Almost giving up on it all. That she can allow herself to close her eyes and just be in a moment with him. Savor his lips and teeth caressing her, writhe beneath his touch. Takes a lot of effort to keep sounds to a minimum, to just small gasps of breath the moment Landon sinks between her thighs.

Home he says. He's home and fuck if that isn't such a beautiful thing to hear. Whispered curses are her response, head laying back against the mattress as her fingers do what he hoped they would, slip through his curls, tug to keep his mouth against her. Fingers had only done so much over the last year. A few moments and Alice already feels like she could lose it. 'God I've missed you, darling' First words she's been able to string together since he started kissing down her body, hips lifting a little again when his tongue passed over a particularly sensitive area.

Quiet is an understatement because they need to be. So long without each other like this? Could be difficult but he’s up for a challenge, staking claim with lips trailing down, pressing a delicate kiss to her chest. He didn’t want to think of the fact she needs a better food source. He’ll try to get that for her. Two who can forage while she’s protected makes it better. Nothing can change how beautiful she is. His wife is simply thinner than he’s known her to be but seeing her in the flesh, pulling her pants free of hips gives him something to admire. “Don’t say please,” a soft rasp, shifting back to undo his trousers. First he’s been entirely free in a long time. Showering and changing a set of clothes in that prison isn’t a comparison. Landon’s shedding more than clothes. He’s shedding the vile medicinal disease that is that place.

Landon moves back towards her, climbing up, hovering with a little smile. “I’ve got all the time for you sweetheart.” Who says end of the world stops him from loving her? Nobody can and they both need this. To feel each other, sighing in relief when he’s against her body. Skin to skin, warming, burning inside this drafty cabin; her lips taste like the greatest thing. Taking care to slip hands along her curves, squeeze her hips as he savors her skin. How long has he imagined this? To kiss every part of her body he can, suffocate himself between her thighs. Oh so tempting with his tongue, teeth finding the interior of Alice’s thigh when he decides to push himself down there.

“Be quiet for me.” A simple instruction but there is a groan behind his words. Just being tangled with her has got him at attention. Better to be attentive to her first, Lan’s going to be careful. They can pull this off. Fuck he just needs to taste her to remember what it’s like. Want nothing more than her fingers to tug his hair, gliding the plane of his tongue to her sensitive flesh. All their stress in the last few days combined is enough to kill someone. He feels so relaxed with his head ascended between his wife’s legs. “…mm, I’m home baby.” His voice is rough, laced with lust but speaking a truth. “You taste as good as I remember. Better…” @tennesseewynter // prev

#wynterhxney #alice interaction #endure and survive || alice apocalypse au #look for the light || alice & landon apocalypse au #behind closed doors || usfw

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'Since when have you known me to play fair?' Hushed words as Landon unbuttons his own shirt, pushes is over her shoulders and exposing her skin to the chilled air. She had always been thin, but it's clear she's down from where she had been. Not by her own choice. Food was just harder to come by, and everyone there needed something. Some of her despair is slipping away, the tiniest bit of her formal self moving into it's place as he kisses her neck, trying to be polite and keep any noise from slipping past her lips to not wake Graham. She doesn't feel so somber right now. Life doesn't feel so grim because she has him back. And all to herself.

All of it is like falling back into a routine. Old habits die hard and Landon hovering above her half naked in bed is a habit she wished had never been broken. 'I don't care,' About any sort of danger that could be had in this. In her mind there wasn't any except for a few moments of not being watchful. But she knows what he means. Resisting any urge to be with him right now is futile. It's been too long. Alice physically ached for his hands on her in any capacity, the chill to her skin already ebbing away the longer they're touching like this. 'Landon I don't just want you right now, I need you.' Staying soft spoken, hands roaming every part of exposed skin she can touch, hips lifting to meet the hand that has slipped between her legs.

'So please, please touch me. Kiss me. Whatever you want, I want it too.' Fingers weave into his curls, finding comfort in that simple act. That he even still has them. Lord only knows what they had done to him there. She knows she doesn't have to beg or plead him for any such thing, their love life had always been a brightly burning fire. Alice just wants to drive it home. 'You know I'm good at being quiet,' Testament to how their whole relationship started, kissing him again until she need to breath. '... and we're safe, we have time that I don't want to waste anymore.'

Landon felt the weight of this forsaken world ease just with her so close. As much as he wants to bury away there’s no hiding. Nor is he ready to quite give up when he has so much to live for again. The touch of her hand does wonders. Yet it’s the unexpected kiss against his shoulder that gives him pause. Much as he wanted to keep reality hidden there’s no getting rid of the aftermath. If he could thank that bitch Frost for anything it’s keeping him alive so he could share this moment with his wife. A bitter pill to swallow because that woman deserved nothing from him. Shoulders relaxed under her attention, a smile curling his lips as her voice dared to rouse him. Oh that’s – “Unfair,” he whispered, shifting aside and around to face towards her now. “When you’re so right.”

People lost in the wilderness resort to anything to survive. It freezing temperatures there’s sometimes no other choice. Looking over her face for one long beat pushed him to reach out. Latching fingers onto the buttons of his old dress shirt, he gradually popped each one open. Right now he should be thinking of how they’re gonna get where they’re going. But he can’t. He just wants this, wants her.

As dangerous as it could be he needs to at least feel her skin against his again. All this time and he’s missed this, how her voice dips in a tease. Darling is still his favorite thing to hear. “Body heat is better with two people who are freezing cold.” Humming in agreement, he slowly pushed the fabric over her shoulders, gaze intense as he takes her in. God it’s almost like he’s home again.  Leaning forward, shifting an arm over her as he does, Lan’s lips connect with Alice’s throat. Suckling gently as he completely pushed the shirt aside. No matter what condition they’re in he needs this.

Landon would apologize to Graham but – he’s probably asleep. And this is a do or die situation for a man who has been without his wife for so long. If anything they have this chance. Where he’s able to push the blonde back against the mattress with a slight bounce, lips finding hers easily; his hands trail down her sides, skin cold to his touch but pressed together they’re burning. Just as he’s always burned for her. “… I want you so much,” he confessed, slipping a hand between her thighs. “But I know how dangerous it can be.” They’re not exactly prepared. He doesn’t want to put Alice’s life in any worse danger but they can go slow, satisfy this shared passion they both have missed in plenty of ways. “I thought I’d never get to touch you again. See you like this… kiss every inch of your body.” @tennesseewynter // prev

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'I know,' She murmured into his chest. He doesn't have to say it. She can feel everything he's been holding on to during the trek here. Easily falling into a kiss that could have been even easier to push further had he not parted to breath. God she just wants every second she can absorb this close to him. A kiss would be a sweet way to go out. Suffocating on his love would be fine in her eyes. 'You need to sleep too. We all should--' But she knows it's not entirely logical just yet.

She doesn't sit, not right off the bat, instead takes in the small space of the room while he rustles through the armoire. Safe, for now she feels safe and it's enough for the tiredness she feels to settle in. A sigh of relief when she turns to see he's produced a sweater for himself. It's a start. It's better than the shirt he's---pulling up and over his head. Seeing him now, like this. A sight that had been so commonplace every night for so long had her feeling like she was home again. If she closed her eyes Alice was sure she could see every part of their home behind her eyes.

He'd told her. Said he'd been bitten but laying eyes on the evidence of it marred along his shoulder is enough to nearly knock the wind out of the blonde. The frightening truth that she really had nearly lost him. had his body not rejected this disease. Alice can only stand there for a moment as Landon puts his face in his hands, eyes transfixed on that mark. It would always have to be hidden. No matter where they went, because if people saw that they could get the wrong idea so quickly. He'd have to pretend for the rest of their days to be afraid of those infected people. No one else could know he was immune to it all. Feet move her then, to stand right in front of him and delicate, chilled fingers reach for his face. Pull it out of his hands to look at her before one hand traces along the mark on his shoulder.

Then lips press to it, same as he'd done to the mark on her face. In the long run, it didn't matter. They could pretend it wasn't important. Because it wasn't. A biological mystery and it could stay that way for all she cared. All that mattered was that he was still here. Shrugging off her own coat she's left in his button up still. 'You know what they say about staying warm in this kind of weather, darling.' Spoken against his skin when her lips press there again. God she just needs a little bit of time, just him and her, then he can go on watch. Graham was already passed out cold above them. Would be wrong to do anything just yet but, laying entangled with him in an actual bed was deserved at this point.

Out of elements is what matters most here. Plus the man needs to sleep so he gives a nod as Alice insists. “Yeah, I’ve got this. You need the downtime.” Adding in that he’s willing to do anything, he feels useful if he has something to do. Keep an eye on that barricaded door, just have a listen for anyone who might happen by. In this weather it’s unlikely but with people hell bent on finding them one can never be too complacent. Was it worth killing people who have nothing to do with it? I hope it was Frost… I hope you feel good about it all.

Only when he’s sure Graham is good and Alice wraps arms around him does he feel remotely better. If better is a phase or just what he tells himself. With a heavy sigh he relaxes, drawing her in closer wanting nothing more than to make HER feel better. Warmer is priority and even being inside out of wind, sting of snow and chill is ten times more comfortable. Agreeing on a fire attraction attention, Landon is fine how he is. What counts is they have a moment because Christ he missed this. He needed it more than he is speaking up about. No sense worrying her but Alice can read him best. “Allie,” exhaustion is on his breath, a relief to speak his wife’s name while she can hear him. Again they hear each other’s voices, touch each other and somehow that calms his head.

Slipping palms up to her face proves how cold she is. Skin frigid, red but he can only take in how beautiful she is. How real is this? For once he feels like they can have those moments they lost for so long. Warmth is in a kiss, being gentle about it but the man’s deepening it until he can’t breathe. Desperation, he never knew what it tasted as until right now. “There’s a bed,” a logical pause in their connection, unable to remove his hold on her. “Blankets will be useful and I’ll keep you warm.” Stay up, watchful and have his wife to himself for the first time. Feels like an eternity ago. “Cause I think this shirt isn’t really up to par for middle of winter.” A tiny smile, turning his head slightly towards the bed area.

Landon kept an arm around her waist as he drew her over. Insisting she rest he’ll do the same just… have to see what they have inside here. “Here,” he nodded. “Sit a bit. I see there’s a dresser. Maybe… there’s something.” A little standing armoire as well that he opened without hesitation. Checking in to see some hunting gear, boots, several animal call devices used to attract with sound. He dug through at some hanging articles of clothing, pulling out a thick black sweater… “Think we hit a jackpot sweetheart. I’m sure there’s some stuff you can use in the dresser.” Wanting to make sure she’s as warm as him, he stepped over to lay it on the bed. He shifted his jacket off, sitting down as he slowly removed the thin shirt he’d been wearing since they rescued him. With a sigh he pressed palms to his face just leaning over slightly in a hunch, bearing the right shoulder where scars of a bite mark remained. @tennesseewynter // prev

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No one spoke the rest of that day really. Trudging through wilderness, finally getting off the main path and deleting their tracks into a dense forest. It made the blonde feel better once they were in that. A car couldn't fit through these trees. But when thee sun starts to set, the air gets colder, the wind biting through even her coat. She could only imagine how much colder Landon was. She was at least dressed a bit more warmly than he was. God they needed to find him better clothes. Part of her wants to lie to him, that she's not terribly cold but she can't. The pink to her cheeks and nose screams how far it's set into her system. 'Yes.' She admitted. 'Graham we need to look for shelter.' Alice stated like it wasn't abundantly clear with the snow falling again. 'Like that?' He called behind him, pointing out ahead of him.

A tiny home sat not too far off in the distance. A cabin almost., maybe someone's little hunting set up back in the day. Graham pulled his gun, walking slowly up to one of the surprisingly intact windows. Pitch black in there. Moving then to the front door. Unlocked, he stepped inside, turning left and right with his weapon. But the place was empty. With that, he waved both Alice and Landon to follow inside. Shelter for the night. Perhaps some supplies, clothes even. Out of the cold was all that matter. All three of them frozen to the bone. Snow started falling heavily at this point. They'd made it in time. Maybe they could have more luck on their side and Frost would think they were all dead in this weather.

Small, but homey, the home looked to have a bedroom, a small kitchen with a fireplace, a bathroom and a loft area up a small ladder along one of the walls. Definitely someone's old hunting set up, made more obvious by the two deer heads mounted on the wall by the fireplace. 'As much as I would love to light a fire, I don't want to draw attention to us.' Graham said, giving them both an apologetic look as they stepped inside. But the home looked like it hadn't been touched in the last years. Plenty of blankets. A bit drafty but so was the place they had lived in for so long.

'We'll be fine.' Alice insisted with the tiniest smile, having already settled that she and Landon would stay up so the poor man could sleep. 'Go sleep Graham. Please. You need it far more than we do right now. Just sitting will be enough for me.' And the man nodded, moving to drag the table that sat along the wall by the door to barricade it, before heading up to a small loft like area to finally rest. Alice turned to her husband, moving to simply wrap her arms around his waist and keep herself against him in a hug. Barely having a moment in the last day to just hold the other had already taken it's toll. They were safe enough for now, and the blonde needed him.

How many are going to die because of something out of his control? There is nothing he can do even with this immunity. The question of how far Dr. Frost is willing to go is seemingly answered while a whole safe haven for survivors is destroyed. None of those people would even know he was there. And those neighbors – speaking of leaving in a few days bound for a place in West Virginia. A place he isn’t even sure exists and yet he has Alice, Graham both chugging along for it. Without any rhyme or reason he’s completely screwed up their peace. They were perfectly fine in that town. Now he’s drug them into harsh climate, pushing them further from home… what even is home? No longer is a physical place but one he can say beside his wife. No matter where they are it’s his.

Focusing on Graham’s words seems to give him some thought. He understands the man must be tired. They have to move. Quick as possible they have to get off this road, deepen their trek through forest. The Hills can be pretty for sure under a white blanket but snow is tricky, slowing even the most arduous of hikers in their wake. Lan’s hand remained connected to Alice’s throughout the duration. Hardly saying much else after witnessing what he did, he’s stuck in his head. Mulling over every scenario that could come to them, his mind is stuck to them killing his Alice…

It’s only when night begins to fall Landon pulls from his stupor. Sensing Alice wants to stop his thoughts, fingers squeezing his from time to time; he understands the expression on her face. Even as sun dips, temperatures drop with it he has to hold on. “…are you cold?” he asked Alice after a few hours, truly feeling it seep into his clothes now. Jacket is great but his thin shirt underneath is not doing any favors. It’s in his bones; fingers kept warm by sticking one hand in his pocket and keep the other attached to hers. He swallowed, realizing just how wild the weather is here now. End of world seems to have made things a bit harsher but in the amount of time it took? Shows how damaging humans really are to the earth. Snow flurries were floating through the air, beginning to become more prominent. Not a good sign is it?

Don’t know how long or how far away they are now. All he knows is they’re deep into the woods. Good camouflage. Harder to track in that military vehicle at least; Lan took a breath, teeth chattering in the frigid atmosphere. Forced him to clench them together, making it less obvious but he’s focused on a clearing coming up in the distance. Something could be there… @tennesseewynter // prev

#wynterhxney #alice interaction #endure and survive || alice apocalypse au #look for the light || alice & landon apocalypse au

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GRETA ONIEOGOU as LAYLA KEATING ⤷  ALL AMERICAN ◆ Season 5, Episode 17: "Mask Off"

#visage:ivy

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Shaking out of her stare towards that little town, Alice easily moved away when Landon pulls her. There's no resistance because they all cannot dwell on it now. What's done is done, and what breaks her heart more than the town being in flames is that the blonde can do nothing for Landon in this moment. She can feel the anger and the sadness rolling from him. Knows him enough to know that he's blaming himself. Alice can't even say it's not his fault because--- they were doing this in search of him. To take him back to that place for lord knows what. 'Landon,' She went to say something, anything but Graham interrupted her thought.

'Still thinking.' Graham mumbled, his pace quickening as they moved along. 'But I won't let that happen.' Still in the mindset though that if he went down and they got away it was okay. Also knowing they won't kill Alice outright. They'd torture her to get him to comply. Kill her immediately and Landon would end it before they could get him as well. Then what would they do without their little 'cure'. Alice held fast to his hand, breathing increased as she walked but she kept her eyes forward, focused. Scanning for any sign that maybe someone had already caught up to them.

'We just need to keep moving for now. No stopping unless we absolutely need to. Get to the forest out there, keep covering out tracks as best we can.' Graham wants nothing more than to give them time to reconnect, to have little moments here and there but it needs to go on the back burner for now. Looking back isn't an option either. Maybe they should have left earlier. They could be farther away. Not hindered by the sight of a town of innocents being burned to the ground. He shakes his head, pushing the thought away. Alice is at a loss, feeling completely helpless. There shouldn't be this kind of repercussion for wanting her husband back. Clearly this woman is insane.

This was his fault. He knows it’s all due to him and Frost really is insane. Landon’s thoughts are a mix of horror and guilt. Watching the obvious signs of a community of people attacked for nothing they did sends him deeper down this depressive void. All because of one person, one man and he feels sick. Disgust paints his expression as it digs in embedding him with a callous truth. “Alice…” his voice is eerily quiet at first before he breaks his gaze with the sign of death. “Allie, come on.” Reaching out for her arm, he gave her a little tug. Not forceful at all but enough to snap her from that stare down.

“We gotta go,” he forced through his teeth, jaw clenched. Unable to comprehend just why he gets to be alive and those people don’t! What the fuck sort of world is this? A bad bitter world with villains in every corner: infected and people. Oh those people are the most dangerous game aren’t they?

Landon took hold of her hand, picking up the pace. Clearly set on moving further away, refusing to look back. Can’t come to terms with it can he? All this madness is because of him. Imagine if they didn’t leave when they did? Imagine if they stayed? Burned to the ground because something in his body says he can’t get sick from this. “Graham, what are you thinking? Because I’m pretty sure they catch up to us they’re killing you and my wife.” His breath is ragged, words fast and eyes intense. There is an unsung rage brewing in the man and it’s directed solely at the woman responsible. Yet he keeps composure, unwilling to lose it when he has to keep her from them. @tennesseewynter // prev

#wynterhxney #alice interaction #graham interaction #endure and survive || alice apocalypse au #look for the light || alice & landon apocalypse au

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Jane nudged her shoulder against his with a chuckle. 'At least there I would know what I'm doing. You and Kong would have to compete for my affection.' They'd always had this easy banter between them. Never a dull moment really. Still hard to believe they are about to head to an island that was full of dinosaurs. Gorilla's didn't scare her, long dead reptiles did. She's had angry male silverbacks roar in her face. Part of her still hopes these creatures they are about to see are fake. Animatronic or something. 'I think we're about to be shown the red carpet treatment. And not because you're a big shot Hollywood director, dear.'

Inching closer as he did, thinking he has some secret to tell her but Jane just nips at her lower lip. Eyeing Brett for a moment before she turns her head too look at him after the kiss on her cheek. Fingers lift to brush under his chin and places a kiss on his lips. 'Any place I get to go with you is a first choice, Landon. Ever tell you that when you get all focus is probably when I want to jump your bones the most. You have this determined look on your face.' Quickly inching back, always leaving him wanting a little more. 'I don't think this will be a waste of our time. For the doc maybe, but getting out of the house and somewhere warm and sunny will be worth it.'

Mainland is asking for trouble but coming all the way out here, private plane orchestrated by the man behind it all, makes it real. The director’s just waiting for the bomb to drop. Or cataclysmic rock intent on obliterating dinosaurs once again. He looked over from his window sweat, laptop sitting on his tray as he typed away at some preliminaries for their potential documentary. Easily he let his hand migrate into hers giving him something to smile about on this adventure. “Guess we’re really living the dream huh? We’re on our way to Skull Island,” chiding against the whole absurdity most people would find in it. Not sure whether he’s meant to be impressed Jonathan Royce is flaunting an entire island or intimidated. The Five Deaths seems to be a cautionary tale in itself, attempting to keep people away. Little good it does with a filmmaker like Landon. Far too adventurous he is and that’s why they work so well together.

“If we’re going to get the song and dance from Mr. Royce at least he can gives us a show. If we’re greeted with a bloodthirsty tribe then you know I’ve been had.” As skeptical as he is there’s an underlying excitement in all of this. Squeezing Jane’s hand, he tilted his head closer, lowering his voice despite the fact Brett is over there with his head down wearing air pods. Don’t know how he can sleep at a time like this. “Sometimes your curiosity is so attractive I forget what I’m doing. Though I imagine the whole vacation to the Island of Dr. Moreau wasn’t your first choice.” Landon smirked, brushing lips along her cheek. “Mm. Either they’ve got actual dinosaurs or the biggest Barnum and Baily fraud.” His eyebrows to emphasize his point, he settled back in his seat. “My worst fear is this is a waste of time so… we’ll see.” @tennesseewynter // prev

#wynterhxney #jane interaction #when the bones are good the rest don't matter || jane & landon #man destroys god man creates dinosaurs || jp au

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'I know, I know you won't. I won't leave you either.' She'd fight tooth and nail before going down. She's hold him tighter than she ever had. Alice wouldn't be able to bare losing him again. He's immune, those things can't rip him from her because of the virus but there were still other ways it could happen. All the worry couldn't be fully wiped away but that was a start at least. Leaning into him and burying her face in his chest a moment brings her a peace she hadn't know this whole year. Saving up any form of physical contact with anyone unless it was him.

When she pulls away and looks up to him is when she notices him staring in the direction they came. Quick to spin when he questions something out loud. Smoke. There was a fire in the distance. They were far from where they came already but it was plain as day where it was. 'Oh god,' Whispered to herself as she pulls from his embrace, taking a few steps that way.

'Graham,' Alice called out to him and the man turned on a dime, instantly spotting the smoke bloom in the distance. 'Shit,' He murmured. They knew. They both knew instantly that their little peaceful town was... up in flames. Because of them. Looking for Landon no doubt and the blonde's heart sank. 'We need to move, now.' Graham is already in a mode. It's tragic, yes but they need to keep going while those people are preoccupied there. 'We may need to go through the night before we can rest.' But Alice is rooted still. All those people. Killed for no reason when humanity was suffering enough as it was.

“Oh yeah. Really does it for me. Ice princess and all.” The man smiled wider. First he’s ever felt so damn good in all this time. His eyes sparkle with it, deeply gazing down into hers and god how beautiful is this? This is the only thing that’s felt right. Throughout everything he’s fucking endured he can only imagine how much worse for her out here. “It’s okay. No, I don’t want to see you get hurt but all I see is you. Just as before. This doesn’t change that.” A little stroke of her cheek emphasizes his thoughts.

“We’re both the same baby. We are. Sure we’ve gone through our own personal hell but together nothing has changed.” Landon would be first to tell her how much he loves her, first to anticipate a place to stay, lay down with her and just look over her face to memorize her completely. “I’m happy again. Because I’m with you. It’s all that matters to me, Alice. I want you to know that. I’ll do anything to protect you and I’m immune. So please don’t worry. I’m not leaving you. Ever again.”

Having his wife in his arms beats every award he ever earned. Eclipsing every moment of grief he had assuming he lost her. This is his cure. No matter this disease riddling people, killing and resurrecting them? She’s the antidote to a miserable world. Because look how beautiful it can be? Right here? In the now? Yeah, he’s going to hold onto this memory tightly. Just as he holds her now, shifting a hand against her back to create some friction. His head rested against hers for a moment, exhaling a visible frigid breath. His eyes focused back the way they’ve trekked. So far without the community in sight but – far in the sky, which is clear today he can make out what appears to be black smoke. The kind that’s been burning not for long but distinct enough to pollute the air… “What the hell….” @tennesseewynter // prev

#wynterhxney #alice interaction #graham interaction #endure and survive || alice apocalypse au #look for the light || alice & landon apocalypse au

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Alice blinked when Landon suddenly was in front of her, halting their steps and taking hold of her face. It takes her breath away, to look him in the eye again, still trying to get used to it all. She's stared at a picture of his profile for a year, unable to look at the phot where she could see his face because it hurt too much. She showed it to other people instead because it wasn't the same. His eyes warmed her when ever they were on her, but the photo couldn't do that. Wants to argue that it was her fault, that she should have been paying but it would be a lost argument. It would be if he was the one saying their separation was his fault.

Every time she holds on to him its for dear life. Clutching his jacket in both hands to keep him close. Landon has always been her anchor. The one thing that kept her feet on the ground, that steadied her mind and she had lost that for a year. Felt the loss of it for all of that time and now was just desperate to hold on to it again. Welcomes his kiss because she's never, not once been able to resist him and never would. Especially now. Yes they needed to keep moving, but Alice needed this from her husband. A reassurance that he still thought the world of her as vain as it may be. The scar is a testament to her survival. She's lived through all of this and has come out relatively unscathed.

'The icicle look does it for you?' She breathes once their lips part, her first true smile because she can. Because all of this is real, and HE is smiling. It would heal her, to see him so happy again. It falters some, making no effort to move just yet. 'I just never wanted you to see me hurt. I wanted to see you again and be the same me, just like you were the same you.' But whatever shame she's feeling is washing away the more he touches it, presses lips to it. It's just part of who she is now.

Difficult for both to divulge what happened but it must be said because it's part of healing. They'll definitely have moments but together it can lessen. When she reveals exactly what happened to the stadium it's stuck in his throat, relieved she made it out. Alice always had a knack for surviving Hollywood, her wicked stepmom and beyond. Thankful she made it for this moment to share, physically holding onto this touch between them, Landon shoo his head. The way she speaks about her injury leaves a bad taste. She's not giving herself enough credit and for a brief second he is reminded of their first meeting. Unable to imagine she's good for a role in his film but she's the only option he ever could choose.

"Wait," he insisted, stopping in his tracks. Pivoting to face his wife, sweeping hands up to hold onto her face, Lan breathed slowly. Able to look into green eyes gives him a reason for living. He missed having his reason. With it back? No way he's letting her fall into despair or giving her up in anything. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world. This scar?" A thumb gently caressed along the raised skin, dark eyes absorbing every detail on Alice's face. A familiar light is there as he does so. "It's a part of you. And I love every part of you. There's nothing ugly, nothing wrong and it's not your fault. So don't - don't ever think you're not beautiful. Because you are. Allie, you are the universe." Landon's moving in, arms enveloping his wife in a tight hold. His eyes fall closed, breath staggered in anticipation of those few moments before their lips touch.

There is love in it but a taste of desperation. A pleasant hum in his throat is a satisfying response. To her. To be able to kiss, hold and love his wife again. All his love has been bottled up for so long waiting for her. Now it's there in full view amid snow, chilly air sweeping around them but their entanglement is warm in the winter. "Sorry," he huffed, realizing they're not at liberty to waste travel time. "But I can't help how good you look right now. Windswept and chilled." The director's smile is coy. Drawing in again, pressing a softer kiss against the scar marring her cheek but only adding character, a special feature he would call it. Anything to ease her mind because he doesn't care. She's perfect. @tennesseewynter // prev

#wynterhxney #alice interaction #endure and survive || alice apocalypse au #look for the light || alice & landon apocalypse au

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'That's fair.' Smiling back at him. Supposed she wasn't the only one in the world thinking they were married to their job. Reaching back out to take her phone back Ivy chuckled at the name with a shake of her head. 'You aren't moody Mr. Wy- Landon.' Correcting herself because clearly now this was past formalities. Especially if he's asking her out. Tucking her phone back into her bag she raised an eyebrow as she looked back to him, about to say there was no way he'd be in any shape to go out tomorrow but he keeps going. A woman like her. Ivy can feel that blush trying to creep back up her neck. 'Yeah that's.. that's more than fine. Want to keep up on how you're feeling anyway. Now I can without being a creep.' Her own teasing tone at the end there.

'I don't think you're crazy. Sounds like you like to take some risks and there's nothing wrong with that.' It's all honesty, nothing wrong with taking risks. Catching that disease was probably a fluke anyway. Tucking hair behind her ears with a shrug of her shoulders. 'Well I suppose they're crazier than you. Truly I haven't been asked out in some time. Diner, dancing, movies, anything like that.' It wasn't a bad thing, she hadn't really wanted to be on the dating scene. Until-- right now? Her mind was kind of all over the place but for some reason she didn't WANT to turn him down.

“Guess you can say I’m married to movies.” He added, countering her comment with a smile. Partially a tease but he understands where she’s coming from. Not exactly in a pursuing mood until now himself but Ivy hits different. She’s someone out of the spotlight. A person with a caring touch, warm eyes and a hell of a smile; Landon reached over to take the phone. Tapping into Ivy’s contacts he typed in his number, setting his name as Landon (the moody director), sending himself a text like she asked. “Think you’ll remember it’s me now,” he said coyly, before handing it back. Definitely a bit tired but other than that he feels ten times better. Odd isn’t it? How a visit from a pretty girl just hits him like a live wire. Well, he was sick he wasn’t dead. “Wouldn’t mind me texting tomorrow then would you?”

A little premature but he can build up to that dinner date. Which he’s sure in a week or so he’ll be one hundred percent; if not Ivy can always yell at him. In fact he might like that. The man’s lips curved into a tiny smile, cheeky with an underlying wryness. For once he’s oozing confidence in place of sickness. “You know – to chat. I kind of like to lay my options all out on the table. Keeping contact with a woman like you will speed up my recovery.” Landon’s tone is playful. A shade out of the dumps now he couldn’t let his nurse, former nurse, get away without a little touch of flirtation. “Some say I’m a bit crazy. Take Costa Rica and Yellow Fever as my resume for that. But I’m not crazy enough to believe no one has asked you out to a good dinner. Maybe even a little dancing on the side. If not… they’re crazier than I am.” @tennesseewynter // prev

#wynterhxney #ivy interaction #timeline: by the bedside // ivy & landon #how do i stop my heart from beating for you || ivy & landon

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Glancing over to him with a questioning look, Alice studied him for a moment. She really must have been asleep if they were able to have a conversation. Which-- it looked like they had by his own look. Hearing Landon considered the man a friend now too healed over something in her heart. Graham was important to her, and she's more than glad he's come along with them. He could have stayed behind but it may not have been safe for him to do so. 'A tragedy isn't it?' Keeping her voice down as well. No one should have had to do what Graham had to anyone, let alone his own wife and child. 'And he's still-- so kind.' The man had never once raised his voice or showed anyone anything other than kindness the whole time she's known him. 'He calls me sunshine, sunny for short sometimes. I wasn't the most pleasant person for a while when I first got there. Think he was always being sarcastic but it just stuck.' It pulls a tiny laugh from her at last. 'Like a brother I never had really.' Squeezing his hand as he recites back those words. Sometimes she can see their wedding clear as day in her head. The dancing, the laugher, the happiness. All she had left were those memories and those two photos.

The blonde's heart sinks a little as he recounts the moments of that fateful day. So she hadn't been crazy. She had heard him, and he'd heard her and fuck it had been the last things they'd heard from each other. Panicked screaming. 'It didn't last long. Two days ops before half the place had turned. I barely made it out but then-- I was on my own. Hard in those early days to travel far each day. I didn't make it to the house for weeks.' These things are hard to talk about with each other. Each of their little struggles but Landon deserved to know some of it. Like she deserved to know some of what he went through. Only what he's willing to give right now. It'll all come out in time. Alice looked him over, wondering now where that bite could be. He'd been so worried about her that he'd almost gotten himself-- But he was immune. Not that there had been anyway to know that at the time, but that thought is a saving grace. She could have lost him that first day entirely and she never would have truly known. 'I know you are. As evil as she is-- I knew she was telling the truth there.'

She's quiet a long moment, just holding his hand and walking, letting it really sink in that she has her husband back. How many people would wish for the same thing and how truly lucky she is right now. 'I um, had one too many close calls on my own.' Glancing down at her feet, like she's ashamed of it because she is. 'Reason I have this stupid scar now.' That her fingers brush along as she speaks about it. 'I had a bad night once. Then insisted I still go and do my chores around town. Graham tried to get me to stay in but I couldn't sit still.' Memory of it all still fresh in her mind. 'Someone had passed from it, and we were moving them, but they weren't quite dead yet it seemed. Lashed out swiping at everyone. I would have noticed they were still alive had I not been so out of it. Didn't think nails could wound so deeply. Permanent reminder of my stupidity. Wrecking this pretty face you love so much. Not so pretty anymore.' Self deprecation at it's finest. Hollywood had standards and she'd met everyone of them at the time. She wouldn't anymore if it all was still relevant.

“I know he is,” the hidden meaning behind his response is clear as day. Obvious that something was hashed out by his expression. “And as far as I’m concerned after what we went through… he’s my friend too.” In this world won’t take much but he’s genuine about it. Graham’s a great guy. Someone who lost everything to this horrible virus, world sunk down into a dark void. Even if it’s daylight, snow on ground creating a pretty backdrop, the reality is graver. “Besides, it’s not like we can leave him behind. He uh mentioned his family to me last night.” Glancing ahead to the man he didn’t wanna put him on the spot. Kept his voice low, only explaining why he’s not worried. Why he feels the need to keep an eye on Alice’s friend even. A man doesn’t come back from a huge loss like that without thinking of ending it. Look at Landon. He had his own moment, absorbing his wife had though is tough to swallow. “All the days of my life…always as long as I breathe,” he finished the vow, reciting it just as he also had their wedding day.

“Glad you had the stadium. Makes sense. A big place like that try to keep as many out of harm’s way long as possible.” Obviously it failed like most everything else probably failed. He doesn’t even have to ask to know. “Thought I lost you…I was frantic. I swear I – heard you shouting for me. And I shouted back. Too many people.” Summing it up in such a small description is a testament to how terrifying it was in the moment. Sometimes he becomes numb to the shit. He shakes his head, “Never would be anybody else for me.” Even if he wasn’t stuck he would never. Not when he loved only her and he won’t even mention his uncomfortable moments with Frost. She always seemed to enjoy poking and prodding at him. Medically and just her manipulative form of ‘comfort’. If he could scrub his face from the number of times she tried touching her prized pet he would.  

“I saw our house first day. Made it back after hours of searching for you. Left that message you found. And I wasn’t paying attention. Too wrapped up thinking I lost you forever and well –” Landon tilted his head back towards her, squeezing her fingers a little more to make it easier to admit as well as ease her. “One of them bit me. Didn’t think I’d make it to find you. Fought through more on the road until a military truck came by. Took me to that facility. I’m – fine now. I wouldn’t even touch or kiss you if I didn’t know I was fine..” @tennesseewynter // prev

#wynterhxney #alice interaction #endure and survive || alice apocalypse au #look for the light || alice & landon apocalypse au

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The hesitation makes her skeptical but Alice let's it go for now. They both had many things to say in time. 'She just wanted to keep you.' Soft voice, keeping her eyes ahead of them because just the mere thought of that woman had her blood wanting to start to boil. She didn't want that right now. Peace with him is what mattered. Not her. 'I've pushed through on less, I'm alright.' Better than the average day in fact. Because of him. Despite waking up in a fright Alice had actually been down for the count asleep. Restful up until that point. Just one night of something that had been routine for so long gave her that. I'm sure we'll find some warmer things along the way. Impossible that every store has been looted.' Facts really. She could see if this had been going on for many years, that stores would be completely depleted. Hell, some grocery stores may even still have canned goods that weren't expired yet. Graham had packed what little rations they kept in their space but it would only last them so long.

A beat or two of silence went by before she spoke again. 'I sound like a broken record, I know but-- I really...didn't think I'd see you again. That first night I was hauled up in one of the college stadiums,' First time she's really talked about it. 'I was panicked, and my mind instantly just began thinking you were gone. That there was no way in all that chaos you'd be alive but my heart said otherwise.' Sounded so fucking cliché but it was the damn truth. 'You get used to this kind of quiet. It's nice to hear birds again. To see nature thrive.' Pushing the conversation away from her is her own way of coping, and a way to not make him upset over their separation. Only a year but six months in you could see the difference. Feel it in the air that things had already started to go back to how it was before human's destroyed so much.

'He's just a friend you know.' She said suddenly, looking at Graham walking a good few feet ahead of them now. Unaware still of their conversation the night before. 'Always has been. Didn't realize how badly I needed one of those until he stepped in.' A huff of breath that could have been a laugh but it fell short. 'I meant what I said when we married. All the days of my life.' Had chose that phrase in their vows instead of the typical 'till death do us part'. Had just sounded nicer to her.

Yeah he’s furthest from alright but he kept it to himself. No time to mull over him being the cause of their problems. Not as if he asked for it but none of this sat well with him. Don’t think it would with most. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m – okay.” A whirlwind is what the last twenty-four hours have been. Really settling in now that he’s free but once again on foot, running to god knows what. Who says what he heard is legit? Could be a dead end for all they know but distance is key.

Landon kept Alice’s hand in his, eyes following the soft powder of snow his boots crunched down on. Sturdy ground, nature all around; he breathed in the air despite how chilly it made his lungs. “It’s so quiet. Not the sort of quiet I’ve been in the last year but – the sound of wind, animals makes it better. But people?” Devoid of people is the norm he’s sure. He scoffed a bit as he’s coming to terms with how much he missed or never experienced. “She said things were getting better. That humanity is beginning to thrive again. I knew she was lying. Felt it in my gut. Never trusted a word she said to me. If the world was going so well…then why keep me?” Speaking aloud is his way of coping. Getting it off his chest as he would to a therapist but end of the world doesn’t allot for mental health.

“Breathing fine though,” he added, turning to look at her directly as they walked side by side. Hands entwined, a lifeline and he won’t let go. He’ll hold on stronger than that first day. “Because I’m out here. With you…” He sighed. “Just a little cold but I’ve too much New Yorker in me to find it that bothersome.” A little laugh huffed past his lips. “Are you okay?” the man asked suddenly, looking her over. “You definitely need more sleep…” She needs more to eat too but he won’t get into that right now.  @tennesseewynter

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'Nothing wrong with those things obviously. But still, would have been nice for you to have a little reunion. I take it that Brett is coming since he was here.' Never misses a trick she does. Won't be completely alone with him but Jane liked Brett. Nice guy and all. Smiling as he pressed a kiss to her lips, the brunette is reminded of how lucky she is to love him. 'Family and all that jazz' was in their cards soon enough. A break from Hollywood and grading college papers is needed for both of them. It'll be nice. 'I'll go see what we can round up for dinner. Then you can help me pack and..' She left it hanging, a little obvious in how she saw the rest of their night going. Packing probably wouldn't last long and she'd most likely have to scurry to finish in the morning but that was never a complaint. Jane smiles as he slips away upstairs to head upstairs. Not unlike him to be pretty much packed and ready to go.

Peering out of the plane window that next day, Jane was met with nothing but ocean as they soared closer to their destination. The captain of their tiny sea plane having told them they would be landing shortly at Isla Sorna. One island in a chain that was nicknamed The Five Deaths. Made the woman raise a brow when she'd heard that little fact but she brushed it off. Pulling gaze from the window she looked to Landon next to her, Brett in the seat across the aisle. Reaching over to take his hand in hers, Jane smiled. 'Closer we get, the more I'm thinking there might be a bit of truth to this. Better to have a bunch of creatures stuck in the middle of the ocean than on the mainland right?'

“There are a lot of things you might not expect to hear from me, Miss Jane of the Jungle.” Landon’s smile said it all, anticipating something much better in the coming days. Sure possible dinosaurs returned from extinction is wild but he’s bringing that surprise. In a way he’s a bit glad none of his old crew could really make it. As much as he wanted to back out on Brett coming along, albeit for safety reasons too, Lan relented. At least he can keep an eye on the love of his life. He smiled at Jane as those thoughts became transparent in actions. Cupping her face in his hands as lips pressed softly to hers, he purposely drew it out. “Mm, most have moved on. Families. Busy lives. All that jazz.”

Gradually pulling away left him wanting to go back for more. Add some flair to holding her in his arms but they had to focus on packing. Well, she did anyway. “Tomorrow’s another day. A big day. And I’ll gladly have you all to myself for the coming week and a half.” The director’s expression turned coy, turning to grab that bag he first dropped when Jane stumbled in on him talking to Brett. He moved it towards the front, placing it near the door. One last thing he needs to grab. Lan left for the stairs, heading up into the master bedroom. A place in one of his drawers hidden beneath socks; the ring box stared him in the face a few moments before it slipped into his camera bag. Okay let’s get this show on the road. @tennesseewynter // prev

#wynterhxney #jane interaction #when the bones are good the rest don't matter || jane & landon #man destroys god man creates dinosaurs || jp au #picked Sorna because it's the biggest lol. JP 2 & 3 happened there. More scary things than nublar. like spino and flyers