#𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝗥𝐈𝐔𝐒𝗩𝐎𝐈𝐓: // change your taste in men. [ Elias & Maeve ]

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𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // tag dump: relationships

𝗥𝗘𝐈𝐈𝐆𝗡𝐎𝗡𝐌𝐄: // between the different shades of you.  [ Luke & Maeve ]

𝗥𝗘𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐈𝗕𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝗡𝐒: // a dangerous hope.  [ Hotch & Maeve ]

𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝗥𝐈𝐔𝐒𝗩𝐎𝐈𝐓: // change your taste in men.  [ Elias & Maeve ]

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝗘𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐀𝗥𝐒: // but trauma is immortal and none of this is your fault.  [ Jami & Maeve ]

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝗘𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐀𝗥𝐒: // but I keep coming back this must be serious.  [ Kiwi & Maeve ]

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝗘𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐀𝗥𝐒: //  been in pain but not a quitter.  [ Savannah & Maeve ]

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝗘𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐀𝗥𝐒: // the only thing sure from the start.  [ Jill & Maeve ]

𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗜𝗜𝗦𝗠: // remember the fire remember her face.  [ Carol & Maeve ]

𝗕𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗢𝗙𝗔𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: // all those wonders sit in wait.  [ Kurt & Maeve ]

𝐂𝐇𝐋𝗢𝗘𝗩𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: // wake me up before I’m gone.  [ Chloe & Maeve ]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐆𝐀𝗭𝐄𝐑𝐒: // at my own funeral I don’t recognize myself anymore.  [ Xandra & Maeve ]

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓: // many moons of waiting on a steady sun.  [ Clara & Maeve ]

𝐘𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐄: // separation’s all that can save us love.  [ Spencer & Maeve ]

𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐈𝐒𝐌: // I need you to tell me I’m worthy.  [ Ray & Maeve ]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐏𝐀𝗦𝗧: // it's not the life you thought you'd live.  [ Peter & Maeve ]

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐀𝗧𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐒: // if you’re lonely can’t you speak love.  [ Felix & Maeve ]

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐍𝐀𝐌: // the touch of his hands were as cold as his eyes.  [ Bobby & Maeve ]

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝗘𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐀𝗥𝐒: // it's like I heard your heartbeat call.  [ Bethany Elliott ]

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝗘𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐀𝗥𝐒: // give my soul just to see your face.  [ Oliver Elliott ]

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝗗: // I'm a long way from home now.  [ Spencer & Maeve ]

𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐇𝗙𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆: // between comfort and chaos.  [ Ruby & Maeve ]

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@sicariusvoit

Light and darkness can’t exist without each-other. Day and night are born from their encounter.

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send "you're the prettiest thing i've ever seen." to see my muse's reaction from @sicariusvoit

aren't compliments meant to make people happy?  or,  at the very least,  reassure people about something to do with themselves?  she's a clever thing:  so clever,  in fact,  that over the course of her life people have remarked on little else about her. sometimes it's too easy for even maeve to forget own existence outside of that - how years have passed, how she's no longer child at the back of lecture halls longing to be invisible so nobody might ever look at her again.

prettiest thing.  to him,  perhaps that's true.  she's certainly more thing than person to him, as most of the world has always been. another toy in a sandbox waiting to be buried.

"thank you. though I doubt your wife would appreciate that." he's not her friend, profiler can't show weakness or doubt, not when elias already knows he's under her skin. so for once there's no self deprecating humour, no trying to evade his gaze. "you've looked better."

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" you're in too deep this time " from @sicariusvoit

this time. that's where he's wrong, is it not?  because she has been in too deep since her first breath - from the moment she, small, unwanted, all too quiet, first came into this existence.  she has never blamed biological mother  (  just nineteen,  too young to want the lifetime burden of tiny doe eyed baby  )  for the choice to give her up,  though she has often in her weakest moments simply wondered...  who would she have been with a different nurture?  if instead of spending ten years bouncing between families, between rejections,  she'd ever been allowed one place and one identity.

finding a 'permanent' relative had certainly not worked out for him. for the lee he'd been, for the elias he'd been as carved into as he was possibly predisposed to be.

"I'm not very tall. plenty of things feel deep once I get in."  as always, it is dry,  not quite cutting but as dismissive as she can get.  she's always in too deep, always drowning, always utterly incapable of filling her lungs enough to scream.  it's odd to see him outside of cell - to be on BAU jet, only breaths away from the others.  "luckily I'm a good swimmer.  or is that a remark about my perceived frailty?"

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𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑯 𝒐𝒓 𝑷𝑨𝑺𝑺

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 " 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 “ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒. 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 .

it's very much both. a battle between logic, between knowing better - and a battle with the broken parts of herself. "why does it matter?" she grits out all the same, "both options end in handcuffs."

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they each had their dynamics with him. she'd heard as much, read as much in memorised notes: every single member of the team had some kind of established dynamic with the man. and it was part of why her addition had been considered a positive - a wild card, so to speak, with big eyes and gentle features. "depends on the common sense subject, world's a big place, plenty I don't know yet. can't wrap my head around baseball." another dry answer - posture straight, poised, years of ballet echoing in only the slightest tilt of her head as if daring him to point out she kept on answering without answering. though even that surely said plenty about her: that she was playing this game so differently from any approach she knew had been taken.

she didn't need to like him, didn't need to even pretend to. but if she could make him curious about her... maybe that would be a start. if entertainment was what he sought, she'd not only offer him walls, willing to carve bait from her own existence. (undercover work, foster care, her life had always been the art of knowing what people were seeking in others. and whilst it had taken her a lifetime - she knew how to shape herself as needed.)

"now, that's hardly fair mr voit. we're both getting to know each other, you have to tell me things too." a light shrug, the slightest raised eyebrow. he wasn't going to confess - or even be useful - but she could handle a game. "I have three doctorates: now you know something about me. tell me something of equal value." youth was still light in her face - voice soft, unimposing, yet she was easily confident without being arrogant. there was no curling up, no avoiding his gaze, this was a room she knew her worth within. "or if you don't feel like talking, I can go. I'm sure you're a busy man these days, with all the pacing you need to get back to."

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Elias' eyebrows pinched in the middle of his face and drew down momentarily. What a question. Did she expect him to just introduce himself as Sicarius or something? 𝐎𝐃𝐃 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇. Then again there was something quite odd about this woman. Not everyone made dry jokes with a serial killer upon their first meeting and really he had found her tease a little funny. "If you 𝐇𝐀𝐃 offered out your hand it would have been a classic case of someone with copious amounts of intelligence having very little common sense. Does that happen to you at all, Dr Donovan? Do you every struggle with common sense?" Elias paused for a moment before smiling. "Oh, wait. I know that answer. Of course you do, otherwise you wouldn't be here." That was answer enough about who Elias was. It was coded, it would never hold up in a court of law, but it very loudly flaunted the fact he was a threat. If asked, he could easily say any FBI agent had very little common sense touching someone who had kidnapped one of their own. Although they both knew the subtext. They knew the threat that really lay beneath that was murder.

"So what is your doctorate in, Dr Donovan?" Elias wanted to be 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃, he didn't really want to talk about Goldstar. He would, if pressed, but really he craved interaction and attention. Although the BAU had thrown him off with this new interviewer, that didn't mean he couldn't try and manoeuvre the situation to his advantage. He wanted something or someone to entertain him. JJ was too acerbic and stubborn. Luke was too aggressive. Unfortunately, Dr Spencer Reid was on a sabbatical and David Rossi was too scared of him. There had been no one satisfactory to speak with. Maybe Dr Donovan would be interesting. Or maybe she wouldn't. He may as well find out before shutting down. ──────────────────── ⋅🕸⋅ ────────────────────

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it wasn't always, or ever, truly easy. the way the fbi had her fluttering between teams - lacking anywhere permanent, simply too useful to let her settle in any one place. the BAU needed a genius in their own's absence… so here she was. she'd be here for a case  &&  then like any butterfly, would be gone with nothing but flutters.  (it would be good for them - to have a tool he'd not had the opportunity to research, someone disarming, eyes too sharp for the gentleness of her features, too young surely to have studied AND spent years building a career in the fbi.)  it would get him improvising, a dance they would both need to learn on the spot to avoid larger messes.

his gaze on her was hardly a surprise, nothing that she could avoid. but tone was simple and polite, lacking the ice or the ire others in her spot would naturally present. "doctor donovan." too many degrees, too many phds on her shoulders. still keeping herself as neutral as she could, letting him have to work for the shards he could surely weaponise against her. yet tilt to own head at least allowed a hint of more light to hit soft deer like features - as busy mapping him out as he was with her. for the moment, maeve still had the advantage, the opportunity to work out how she wanted her approach to be. "forgive me if I don't offer a handshake." a hint of dry wit, of making it clear youth and naivety about who he was surely didn't come hand in hand.

still finally steps closer were taken, heading to the chair opposite his cell, a cage fit for more a horror movie than reality. then again, all of his file had been… the sort of thing fiction would call far fetched. she'd never been the emotional kind: her heart on her sleeve, yet written in the wrong language for others to easily understand. quiet, clever nature wrapped around her as she half raised eyebrow at the way eyes never seemed to leave her. "and are you? if I'd not read your file." 

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐍.

@lookedinfinite . ──────────────────── ⋅🕸⋅ ──────────────────── Elias hadn't met this profiler before. She stood in front of him, a folder presumably about Goldstar in her hands, and honestly Elias found it difficult to look at her without being somewhat 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃. She had dark brown eyes, large and fiery with the colour of magenta chestnut buried within then. They were striking and he couldn't help but be a little captivated by them. Watching her closely, Elias tried to get a read on her. She was young, younger than him, but old enough to tell him that she had travelled a long road of education and joined the FBI afterwards. There was no way she was much younger than himself but young enough to be noticeable. Or perhaps she just had a young looking face. It was beautiful anyway. What was with the BAU and employing beautiful people? It was distracting. Perhaps that was the point, he wouldn't put it past the FBI, specifically the BAU, to rely on looks to disarm people into talking to them. He didn't know what the BAU wanted. They were tasked by the FBI director to work with him but he much preferred working with Rebecca Wilson, dealing directly with the Department of Justice itself. They were the ones putting his deal through, it made no sense to have to work with them. They clearly had something up their sleeves and it made him extremely 𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄. Usually he was great at profiling what they were up to, they were extremely easy to read for supposed professionals but this move. . . It really pulled the rug out from beneath his feet, he wasn't used to being blindsided like this and it made him feel cagey. "And 𝐖𝐇𝐎 are you?" Elias asked with a bob of his head. He stood side on from inside his cell, assessing this new addition to his life. It was an attempt to glean as much as he could from her. Unfortunately, the dark light in the cell meant that he struggled to full make out her facial expressions from how far away she was standing and her posture was giving nothing away. There was an unease dripping down his spine. Elias felt out of control and there was nothing more triggering for him than feeling out of control. After he escaped Cyrus' clutches he vowed he would never feel like that again and if he felt like he was, he knew exactly what to do to regain that control: kill someone. Being in control of life or death was one hell of a pick-me-up when the world seemed to be disintegrating all around him. That was an option here though, if her were to convincingly pull off his defence of only being guilty of abducting a federal agent then he couldn't kill anyone. Besides, if he did kill someone, it would have to be a guard and even if you were dumb, it was obvious that would be a bad idea.

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