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@redrogers  ;
            */  SJJSJK  YESYESYES

@LABTIMED  ;
            *  enthusiasm    &    bafflement    is    met    with    own    bewilderment   ——   once    again    blinking    in    a    kind    of    ( oblivious )    confused    surprise.    he’s    never    seen    or    heard    any    of    this.    not    that    he    hasn’t    thought    about    it    once    or    twice.    but    in    an    unfeeling    sort    of    “ what    if. ”  *    a    vibe?    no,    i’m    serious,    bev.    dr.    lecter    is .  .  . nice.    &    not    unattractive.    and    is    also    my    /  therapist  /.    *  head    shakes,    brow    etching    furrow    into    space    betwixt,    as    if    examining    prospect.  *    no   ——   you    don’t    think    he    sees    me    in  .  .  .  that    way,    do    you?

well      .   .      *      a  long  pause      ,     one  filled  with  metaphorical  crickets       .      if  she  wasn’t  such  a  great  friend  she  would’ve  made  the  sounds  herself      ——      a  terrible  impression     ,     surely     .      though  it  had  gotten  a  dry  chuckle  out  of  jack  once      ,      which  she  deemed  as  a  personal  win     .      *      you  guys  give  off  a  vibe     .     plus     ,      the  doc  looks  at  you  like  you’re  the  only  damn  thing  in  the  room      !     super  romantic      ,      by  the  way     .     congrats  on  bagging  yourself  a  hottie      ——      wait     .     you  didn’t      ?       *      genuine  bafflement  falls  upon  beaming  irises     ,      confusion  evident  behind  stark  grin      .     the  look  does  not  suit  her     .     *     well      ,      i’m  glad  that  my  constant  pestering  warranted  first  gossip      —     but  you’re  serious      ?      

@LABTIMED  ;
            you,    brian    &    jimmy   ——   alana?   tell    me    that    jack    doesn’t    think    i’m    trying    to    date    my    therapist   ——  *  slight    flush    suddenly    dusts    cheeks,    head    shaking    as    though    dreading    looking    jack    in    the    eye    ( or    rather,    an    area    near    him )    knowing    he    believes    in    the    cause    of    “ operation    boyfriend ”    as    well.  *    i    believe    it    probably    violates    some    ethical    code.    we    didn’t    kiss   ——   &    aren’t    going    to.    if    there    were    details,    i    would    tell    you.    first    to    know.

he's incredibly inconsiderate . pushy . / rude / . * forcing his tone steady , best not to loose his temper in front of someone so intelligent  . * hannibal ? * the therapist  ? * a brow is quirked curiously as he caps the marker he'd been using . he hadn't ever considered the man particularly threating  . then again , that was probably apart of the profile . inconspicuousy *what a thought . how're you going to prove it ?

@murdercovered  ;
            what    has    jack    done    to    you?    *  furrow    of    brow,    hues    surveying    expression    for    a    moment,    perceptibly.  *    someone    i    know.    a    psychopath    with    medical    experience.    *  distaste    crosses    lines    of    features,    a    contempt    marking    display.  *    hannibal    lecter.    *  he    finally    replies,    suspicions    made    known   with    a    whisper    of    same    contempt    evident    upon    visage.  *    and    he    knows    that    i    know.

he wants to see what you'll do . * comes a hum of resposne as he bags the cotton swab . wilson then moves on to labeling it . the date , the suspect, the crime . * and if he's that intrested in seeing what you'll do, it's probably someone you know . who do you know that fits the discription of well maintanced psychopath ? * besides lee , of course . he was a lot of things but no one was as cruel as the ripper when it came to their victims . * do me a favor and accuse jack , he's been especially annoying lately

@unbiasedtherapeutics  ;
            */  IM  GONNA  LOSE  MY  MIND  DNKSNDKDJDKSKD

@purgehim  ;
            *  the    word    sends    the    slightest    shiver    down    spine,    as    if    it    falls    upon    the    ears    of    very    soul ;    the    praise    of    a    power    he    cannot    resist,    a    temptation    long    yielded    to.    &    there’s    a    moment    of    one    last    indulgence,    crescendo    in    their    cacophony,    before    form    parts,    proximity    still    close,    hands    still    upon    wrists,    a    clutch    that    lacks    all    desperation    of    former    sickness,    when    trust    was    unbroken    &    will    graham    was    only    beginning    to    burn.    what    remains    is    ashes    &    startling    clarity.    slowly,    gaze    tracks    upwards    to    meet    the    doctor’s,    furrow    of    brow    etched    upon    his    visage,    lips    parted    with    weight    of    inquiry,    whispered   ——  *    i’ve    only    seen    you    because    you    wanted    me    to.    why,    hannibal?

pretending  would  suggest  i  have  something  to  hide      ,       charming  boy       .       though  it’s  seems  you  have  seen  me  bare      ,      just  enough  to  discern  that  i  do  not  pretend     .      i  have  no  need  for  it      .     *       &     he  means  it      .      putting  on  an  act  never  boarded  well  with  the  instigations  of  man  kind      &      hannibal  was  not  a  man  to  lie      .      if  anything       ,       he  only  tells  bitter  half  truths     ——      others  being  too  naive  to  que  in  on  stagnant  words     &     polite  smiles      .     but  here  was  will      ,      divine     ,      seraphic      ,      beautiful        ——       looking  into  his  mind  as  if  it  were  just  another  closed  door      ,      fisherman’s  hands  mending  locks       .      breaking  them  whole      .      *       you  never  fail  to  amaze  me     ,    will    .     *     words  soft    ,    accented     .    lips  are  soon  upon  his     ,     sealing  them  together  in  a  perfect  mold     ,    &    his  thoughts  leave  him  for  just  a  moment     .     he  deepens  the  kiss    ,    ever  so  slightly    ,    humming  appraisals  that  saints  could  never  dare     .     then     ,      smoothly      ,       he  pulls  away  for  a  sliver  of  a  second     ,     &     whispers  a  prayer      .      *      beautiful       .

@purgehim  ;
            you    pretend    as    though    you    have    no    blame.    as    though     you    didn’t    take    pleasure    in    it.    *  brow    furrows    beneath    locks,    finding    more    disdain    in    devil’s    unwillingness    to    confess.    though    perhaps    the    worst    sin    his    own   ——   a    demon    festering    in    the    places    left    mangled,    one    who    brings    gaze    to    meet    that    of    other,    one    who    leaves    a    pause    betwixt    two.    there’s    a    sharp    inhale,    hands    releasing    to    grasp    wrists    as    if    bound    together.    it’s    that    monster    that    takes    words    as    a    command,    visage    tilting    closer    until    lips    are    upon    hannibal’s   ——   sealing    promise.    a    blood    pact.    devoured    will    become    the    devourer,    &    it    tastes    like    wickedness.  *

/ pls pls 

◜ .     ›     SEXYYYYSYSEXY

/ pls ! 

@unbiasedtherapeutics  ;
            maybe.

legally  ,  right  ?

@unbiasedtherapeutics  ;
            no,    he’ll    get    caught.    or    i’ll    make    sure    of    it.

⠀⠀*  she rubbed her eyes,  fondly looking at the gift.  *⠀⠀thank you.

@deerlydevoted  ;
            i,    uh,    came    to    bring    you    these.    *  smile    is    mustered    as    digits    hold    up    book    from    atop    pile.  *    thought    you    might    want    them.

/⠀⠀i still love uuuu

@necrocomplex  ;
            */  ,,,,,,,,whoops

/⠀⠀*dies*