In a totalitarian society where love is illegal, our characters have fallen head first into it with one another. send “1984” for my character’s last thoughts and words to yours as the police break down the door to take them away for rehabilitation by torture.
[[ Never read the book, so I went solely of the prompt. I had Eirenlock vibes; don’t hurt me. This meme was enough. I made myself cry. P.S. can this be some sort of thing? Oh, my word.]]
Eirene supposed she had always known that this would happen eventually. It had happened to other people; she had watched other people being dragged away from their lovers countless times. There was always crying, sometimes screaming, and of course frantic hugging and kissing. Always things that made Eirene’s skin crawl before Sherlock would enter her mind and cause her heart to leap into her throat. He hated dramatics as much as she did.
Yet, as these men kicked in the door of her little run-down flat and got her by the arms, it was difficult not to be the least bit frantic. Eirene did not resist, though. She was not frantic for her; she was frantic for Sherlock. The police already had things on her - terrible things. There was a warrant out for her arrest. She was ready. Sherlock, though … He was more or less innocent, the only stains upon his name being the secrets that she had shared with him.
Thinking of this, Eirene struggled a bit, seeking out Sherlock’s electric blue gaze as he, too, was bound and restrained by men in uniform. Wrenching herself free of her two captors (why did they always think two could hold a woman?), she darted forward, her lips finding Sherlock’s temple. Pressing a feather-light kiss there, she breathed against his skin.
"I don’t know what’s going to happen, Sherlock, but if they threaten you for information about me, I want you to start talking a mile a minute. Give them everything. I will find a way back to you, even if they make you hate me in the end. I promise. I will never stop loving you.”
Three men (that was more like it) came at her this time, binding her hands behind her back. She felt her shoulder twist and tear, and she whimpered, but she could take it.
If it meant that she had loved and still did love the man in front of her without fear, if it meant that she could feel something without a single regret -
Eirene Aetos could take anything.