Yet each man kills the thing he loves. By each let this be heard. Some do it with a bitter look. Some with a flattering word. The coward does it with a kiss. The brave man with a sword.

INDIE && PRIVATE

JANSON / RATMAN

from the maze runner

movie based

loved by tivan

mazesurvived:

    ‘ WHY DO I HAVE to go by sonya now ? —- my name is Elizabeth and I don’t think my name should have anything to do with the tests I have to do. ’ sitting alone in the room with the man whom she had come to know as Janson was SCARY by itself, but the news he was spitting out was even worse. she was young and confused with an impressionable mind and would follow the orders they gave her, with only a little resentment. 

                          _{@jansonis​    /    starter call}

^{SMILE ;    GENTLE  &&  REASSURING  !!      mask    oh  so  easily    slides  into  place ,   one  he  showed  to  every  youth  that  passed  through  the  facility.   hand  rests  ‘pon  her  shoulder ,    amiable  gesture.   it  was  one  of  the  more  commonly  asked  questions  he  heard.            ‘     it  has  nothing  to  do  with  the  tests.   a  new  name  to  represent  your  new  life  with  us.     ’}

*//   meme   /   accepting   /   @mazesurvived​

           ^{‘     SHH ~     ’            hand  not  stained  in  crimson  is  placed  lightly  over  her  forehead ,   head  tilting  with  unsympathetic  gaze  boring  down  at  her.    pain  was  an  old  friend ,    shoulder  still  throbbing  from  where  bullet  had  RIPPED  through  pale  flesh  &&  muscle.    he  knew  her  pain ,   shared  it ,   dealt  with  it  as  she  would  have  to.   janson  held  no  sympathy  for  those  who  stood  against  them.   leaning  ‘gainst  the  table  she  lay  on ,    small  TSK  slipped  through  lips ,    electric  shaded  hues  observing  her  current  state.     was  that  amusement  that  shone  in  the  devils  eyes  ??}

            ^{‘     you’ll  be  fine ,   we’re  going  to  take  good  care  of  you.     ’            honeyed  tone  murmured  words  of  feeble  comfort.   pain  would  soon  be  the  least  of  her  worries.}