belgravianwitch liked for a starter.

         Adler.

          He attempted to suppress his concern confusion anger, though the indiscernible emotions manifested in the widening of his eyes, the clench of his jaw, the sharp, choleric movements which plagued his lean form as he tramped towards hers. A polychromatic stained finger pointed accusingly in her face once the threshold was crossed, slate hues freezing over with an ice so cool it possessed the potential to scald.

                “You – are to be in America.”

          Where it is safe remained implicit, the phrase vocalized only by the slight tremor that resonated in his calloused hands.