#█ █ . ¸ ¸ . ☆ memos ( IC:ASK )

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to be fair, i did get to shoot hannibal as revenge and he had to eat dog food as added punishment

               ‘ — lisa …. i need pictures for scientific reasons . “

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" you look... very lovely today. the shirt, glasses, and heels. "

                                              a pause in the scratch of her pen against the quickly filling page of her journal , looking up at him over the rim of her glasses ; comment causes the barest twitches of rouged lips ,compliments for her were a rarity && she took them when she could .  leaning back in her seat , the blonde surveys her office with a brow lofting .        ‘ — i could have sworn i locked that door . ‘           but amusement lingers upon her expression , a softness that did not come often enough .

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‘ anybody can kill anybody. you just have to be willing to sacrifice yourself. ’

                                   she isn’t facing him when he speaks , lithe form freezing in the act of pouring a glass of wine for herself ( nothing for him , she never considers him ) . but his words stir something inside her that HOWLS for attention , something that slinks when night falls – she doesn’t look at him , pale digits wrapping around the edge of the counter until knuckles whiten under the strain && exerted pressure .                                    WILLING TO SACRIFICE YOURSELF !!                                had she not ? all those years ago in her office ; blood coated arm , white blouse married && stained , no use to anyone anymore . had she not sacrificed all that she was , all that she had been ? had she not altered ?                                 ‘ — how long ago did you sacrifice yourself , hannibal ? in the snow , when you were just a boy ? ‘           prodding the lions cage , perhaps she wanted a bite ; violence had always felt like a second home , the danger of HIM something oddly familiar , where once she had backed away now found her steeping forward to meet him – fear had eroded leaving behind a woman of questionable morals && little remorse for actions made .                                          ‘ is that why you dragged me to europe with you ? to turn me into as much of a MONSTER as you are ? ‘                        i already am , there is little you are that i am not , little that i could not be .            a pause as head tilts , only now has she turned to face him , lips pulled in a tight smile that does not reach azure hues .           ‘ — what makes you think i am not already ? ‘      wine glass lifts to her mouth , hiding that smirk behind a wash of crimson liquid .

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*gives her a hug*

( doesn’t let go . ever . sorry )

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sits on chair while she is in it

                                                                at first , she isn’t sure what to make of the fact that he was taken it upon himself to just … sit … on her … azure hues blink , watching the back of his head with hands resting upon the arm rests of her chair .                   ‘ —- can i … can i help you with something ? ‘

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"I got you to look after me, and you got me to look after you, and that's why."

                  hardly a woman who enjoyed relying upon others , who accepted people trying to help her … but with him it was all so much EASIER , it hardly felt like a weakness on her part . && so fingers curl around offered hand , delicate hold that he could break if need be , that held no permanence on her part ( don’t tell him you don’t want him to go , or that you want someone to take the load from your shoulders , if only for a moment ) .          ❝  … promise ?  ❞

classic lit starters | accepting

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-lays on delia-

                                          she had been reading , book across her lap && glasses on her nose , yet when other decides to ( somewhat dramatically ) lay herself across her lap , everything else is placed aside . nimble digits stroke through dark locks , idle smile upon her lips as head tilts .         ❝  long day , morticia ?  ❞

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“her arm was used as a flute.”

            ❝  was something … similar not done once before ?  ❞            she frowns , most would think it macabre to discuss such things as though it were nothing , just a simple conversation between two people who had seen their share of just how gruesome this world could become .                 ❝  a mans throat used like a CELLO ? honestly , there is no originality any more . ❞

last podcast on the left. // not accepting

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“there is nothing worse than a botched suicide.”

             ❝  that’s rather … dismal , though i suppose you are right .  ❞           hands come to wrap around mug of coffee before her ( it’s cold by now , you would rather have wine ) , gaze resting upon the other woman with near blankness upon expression . she doesn’t much care for small talk , && yet this hardly qualifies as that , still she steers conversation towards something so mundane she is almost mad at herself for doing it .       ❝  it’s nice to see the sun again after so much rain .  ❞

last podcast on the left. // accepting

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“she was a biter.”

                       she feels as though she missed something CRUCIAL in this conversation , head snapping up with brows furrowed tightly with lips parted in surprise . still , she simply nods , hardly about to let on that she had zoned out when she promised her full attentions .                                   ❝  oh , i mean … did you try smacking her nose with a newspaper ?  ❞

last podcast on the left. // accepting

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“that’s russian fun.”

            ❝  tegan ….  ❞                   there’s a pause , head tilting as lips part as though she were about to continue , yet no words leave her mouth - confusion evident upon sharp features , && eventually does she come to pinch the bridge of her nose between two fingers .              ❝  that’s not FUN , that’s ILLEGAL .  ❞

last podcast on the left. // accepting

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❛ okay, take a bobby pin, and i can walk you through the lock pick. ❜

              she’s still digging through her bag , on her knees upon her front porch - peering up at Tish with both brows arching , returning back to her bag with a snort of laughter .    ❝  my keys are in here … somewhere .  ❞       she sits back on the heels of her feet , continuing to riffle through her handbag with a huff from parted lips .         ❝  we are not going to pick my lock .  ❞

・★・゜★・。 SCORPION SENTENCE STARTERS.

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❛ medically speaking? he’s nuttier than peanut brittle. ❜

               ❝  will !  ❞          but she’s chuckling softly , hand raising to cover her mouth as she tries to keep demeanor calm . lithe form shifts beside him , turning to face him properly with a leg tucked up beneath her , fingers lazily tugging flannel shirt closer to her frame as head cocks .             ❝  i don’t THINK that’s a proper medical diagnosis .   ❞

・★・゜★・。 SCORPION SENTENCE STARTERS.

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❛ sticks and stones may break my bones, but then i get to sue you. ❜

              ❝  that’s not- no…  ❞               incredulity graces delicate features , gaze lingering on his face with nothing short of CONFUSION . hand raises , pen held between nimble digits pointing in his direction .                ❝  that is NOT how it works , you don’t get to sue me , Curtis .  ❞

・★・゜★・。 SCORPION SENTENCE STARTERS.

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relents, and lays his head upon her shoulder.

                                    fingers occupy themselves by twisting glasses between digits , frowning down at the book upon her lap , though she has read the same sentence over && over && over again . his head upon her shoulder only causes her to give him the barest of glances , a small sigh pushed from parted lips && she drops her head against his own , pushing glasses back on her nose && picking her book back up .

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You are you, but who are you?

                ❝  hardly the person i THOUGHT i would be .  ❞              she isn’t one for opening up , for allowing sight past mask forged in youth ; yet with him , that wall drops down && she feels herself crack enough for him to quite possibly see glimpses of the woman she had truly turned into . a sigh , hand pushing through honey locks && she averts her gaze ( don’t let him know how lost you really are ) .                                                                                    ❝  somewhere , i lost my way .  ❞

totheark sentence meme. // accepting