#dtperez

[crimewrought]

i know you think you have to do things, but you don't. @dtperez.

ㅤ" anyone ever told you you're a touch tunnel visioned, ben? "

ㅤher words come with a smile, one that persists despite two raging detractors: the sobering melancholy that swells in her chest, and the brutish cold that roots them to where they stand. they'd gone to their usual haunt, drinks and furtive conversation taking them up to the bar's late closure. the time, maria thought, had been stealthy in its swift passing.

ㅤ" it's not that simple. never has been—never could be. " she'd been studying benjamin's face closely, carefully watching the precise lilt of his brow, the life in his eyes not quelled by the surrounding dark; though maria is quick to yank her attention away when she speaks. she doesn't mince her words, doesn't hesitate to speak the cold reality—but she can't quite do it when looking at him, though.

ㅤ" there's no easy way my messes can change. you're gonna be stuck looking down that tunnel forever if you can't accept that, benjamin. "

[thefixeraa]

s. @dtperez , liked for a starter .

" well obviously the plan was to ask politely , " she responds in a matter - of - fact sort of way . consider even for a moment that mia has always had the best intentions . however even with the best intentions , things can always go poorly ... the job should have been easy - an in and out sorta job . then ? THINGS GOT COMPLICATED , and so plan a , b all the way through fuckin' z went out of the damn window . if anything miss di salvo is a woman of meticulous planning . so if shit hits the fan and there's nothing else to do but improvise ? well ... it just means she must do something drastic . " i guess you can see how that all turned out , " a chuckle accents the last bit of that sentence , and even though it hurts to do so . HELL , a woman needs to find humor even in the most morbid moments .

mia grabs the bottom of her tee shirt ( it was stained with dirt , torn in the spot where a new injury had occurred . ) lifting it mid - way to expose her midriff , THERE WAS A MAKESHIFT BANDAGE - tapped to her was another's shirt which was stained with blood . " hey man , don't look at me like that alright ? i got what you needed , the job is done . now can you do me a favor and get me somethin' to fix myself up ? "

[whitesuited]

the sunlight that filters in through her blinds is a familiar thing for her to wake up to ——- she has a bad habit of forgetting to close them before she falls into bed at night only to be rudely reminded of it the next morning. ( yet she never truly learns ------- it's become just another part of her morning routine now. ) and while the light in her eyes is expected, the slow, sleepy realization that she’s not the only one in her bed ---- the arm that isn’t hers draped across her waist is a very helpful clue ---- requires a few moments spent actively attempting to wake up in order to process it fully.

an attempt to stifle a drawn - out yawn is made into her pillow as she remembers that @dtperez had ended up staying the night after a few rounds of gentle insistence on her part ( and maybe a little more whisky than she was used to to help her rustle up the courage. ) she can feel his breath on the back of her neck when he exhales ---- too steady and even for him to be awake just yet.

she takes the opportunity to slowly roll from one side to the other, mindful not to move his hand from where it rests on her hip too much in the process, and getting to sneak a peek at him sleeping as her reward. ( there's much less stress on his face when he's sleeping --------- no furrowed brow, no weight on those shoulders. it's a nice change from what she's used to seeing. ) despite enjoying this newfound view, she shifts a little bit closer --------- her lips lazily catching the side of his neck before his jaw becomes the second landing spot for another attempt at waking him.

"g'mornin'," she hums against his lips when he starts to stir, a bed - warm smile settling on her face while she waits for him to come to the same realization she had a few minutes earlier. there's no apology for waking him up ( truth be told both of them, unfortunately, need to be up and at work sooner rather than later ); she's sure he's going to understand her reasoning soon enough. "if i go jump in the shower, you wanna come with me?"

[doctordonovan]

❝ you look like you've got something to say. ❞

quiet observation is her nature:   it's all she's ever truly known.  it never seems to stop,  world constantly spinning around her,  maeve constantly keeping her wordless notes on what burns and what doesn't.  ( yet hot mug is cradled between hands,  leaning against wall,  nothing about her demanding any kind of attention.  )    what was it bobby used to say?  if there was ever going to be someone capable of willing themselves invisible,  it would be her.  and most of the time...  it worked perfectly fine. 

❝ whom, me,  @dtperez? ❞   mock innocence comes mostly jokingly,   raising dark eyebrows and taking sip of tea within.  there's always plenty to say  -   it's just not in her nature to break silence unless she views it as entirely necessary or the information useful enough to be worth it.  ❝ don't worry.  it's nothing anyone wants to hear. ❞

[consumare]

BEN PEREZ: WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME THE TRUTH? 'when you were prepared to hear it,' there is nothing but honesty is his tone, hannibal glancing over ben's features, drinking in his hurt and confliction and anger. lying is an inherently human trait. hannibal had become the master of omission, and he can only assume that detective perez was mad at himself for not seeing the signs. or, perhaps even refusing to see them, after their relationship had gone so far. doctor lecter stands in front of ben, the truth like a wall between them, built higher and higher by ben's hand. and yet, he doesn't leave. not yet. hannibal tilts his head, gives the man a knowing stare. 'i question, even now, whether you were ready to hear it, but you've come to know me as most others have not,' hannibal take a breath, knowing everything has changed, and nothing has. 'it is your choice alone to decide what happens next,' @dtperez.

[stagstalked]

there's nothing we can do now.

❝ There's always something we can do, ❞ Will argues, ❝ I just can't see it. ❞ Why can't he see it ? It's usually so easy for him to see, to feel, but this case ... It just isn't coming to him the way it normally does. It's like their killer can't make up his mind, his thought process jumbled and warped, like static. Will can't get around it. His head hurts, trying to push through.

❝ I can't get a clear read on this guy, ❞ He admits, fatigue slumping his shoulders. His gift is the whole reason he's here, the reason he's valuable. If it won't work, what use is he ? ❝ But he's only human. He'll slip up, somehow, and we'll have him. ❞

[ragedagainst]

@dtperez : i'm having a hard time believing that.

" it doesn't matter what you believe, " jyn replies coolly, forcing herself to remain as neutral and collected as possible. despite wanting to outwardly show her irritation, to slam her hands on the desk or raise her voice for the entire precinct to hear their argument, she keeps a tight leash on those impulses and reins them in . . . for now. ( later, when she's alone, she can take out her anger on an unfortunate punching bag at the gym. ) it's not pérez's fault that he's figured out she's not who she says she is –– on their first meeting, she'd pegged him as someone smart, observant. but without knowing how much he knows, she has to do her best to mitigate the damage and give nothing away. how long has he known ? has he gone to her superiors ? what has he told them ? despite operating under the alias of tanith ponta because of their orders, she doubts they'll take it lightly should she fail. in an attempt to fix what she can, jyn takes a gamble. " you can call me whatever you want, i don't care. it doesn't change that the fbi sent me here for a reason. i can show you proof, if you want to question that, too. "

[mntgomry]

*   —   @dtperez   said   ...   i    understand    how    you're    feeling   . 

rosalina    didn't    do    this    often    ...    she    wasn't    the    drinking    type    —    or    at    least    the    type    to    go    out    drinking    .    now    that    she    was    older    ,    not    in    her    early    20s    anymore    ,    she    much    preferred    staying    home    and    having    a    few    glasses    of    wine    .    however    ,    in    that    moment    ,    it    was    different    .    she    found    herself    in    a    bar    somewhere    ,    and    a    drink    in    front    of    her    .    she    didn't    like    beer    ,    so    instead    she    found    herself    sipping    a    sweet    mixed    drink    .    the    weight    of    guilt    was    weighing    on    her    shoulders    —    the    guilt    of    losing    a    case    .    she    felt    ashamed    ,    embarrassed    even    .    she    knew    this    wasn't    the    first    time    it'd    happened    ,    but    she    felt    as    though    she    should    have    done    more    ,    she    should    have    worked    harder    .    she'd    found    solace    in    the    man    next    to    her    (    she    probably    shouldn't    be    venting    to    a    stranger    )    but    here    she    was    ,    a    little    under    the    influence    ,    spilling    the    beans    of    her    burden    .    "    do    you    really    though    ?    "    question    is    waved    around    ,    she    didn't    know    him    ...    she    didn't    know    his    story    —    but    she    felt    so    pathetic    in    that    moment    she    wasn't    sure    anyone    could    get    it    .    

[crimewrought]

ㅤdo you want me to stay? @dtperez.

if he does, maria thinks, it'll be a new line they've crossed; or perhaps, to think a bit more wishfully, a new milestone reached. the first thought beckons a look of apprehension, but the second notion urges a smile. torn between the two ideas, her features settle into a look of neither happiness or worry—she morphs her face, with quite a bit of effort, into a look of manufactured surprise. " stay for a bit longer, you mean? or— " there, with that enigmatic or, maria stops; she lets the cryptic word settle in the space wedged between them, lets it simmer in the very intentional silence. it's a silence that lasts, because she wants it to, and maria fills it by busying herself idly; turning back to facing the kitchen island, absently shuffling the papers strewn above it into complete non-order. only then, her back briefly to him, does she feel a smile start to ignite at the corners of her mouth.

ㅤ" yeah, you should stay. we can get more done if you do. " facing him again, she offers a curt nod, as though the night's decided already. only, she seems to wane on her suggestion quickly; maria studies benjamin for a few beats, red lips pinching together, her eyes then flitting to the glass doors leading to her apartment's balcony. " but if we're doing an all nighter, i need some air. wanna sit out there for a bit? i know we've missed sunset, but i get a good view. some stargazing might prompt some breakthroughs, who knows. "

[whitesuited]

📸 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚈 𝙰𝚂 𝙰 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷 𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙾𝙳 𝟹 -𝟻 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙾𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙾𝙽 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙾𝙵 @dtperez.

𝙵𝙸𝙶 𝙰. -- sharon and her newfound appreciation for benjamín whisky.

𝙵𝙸𝙶 𝙱. -- image from one of their many "ten minute" hangouts by the station.

𝙵𝙸𝙶 𝙲. -- both of them are supposed to be working but someone's slacking. ( spoiler : it's her. )

𝙵𝙸𝙶 𝙳. -- it was, in fact, a date.

[doctordonovan]

❝ I think you’d better take a break. ❞

once she starts working,   once focus is fully and entirely laser focussed on a problem...  it's all too easy for time to be lost to her.  an endless thing determined to slip between her fingers  -  taking advantage of how clever mind is incapable of stepping back from a problem no matter how it consumes her.   yet there's line forming under her eyes,   already quiet nature bubbling down to barely a word in past hour as she flicks through already memorised file.

❝ I can go a while still,  @dtperez. ❞   it sounds almost like concern,  something profiler is not entirely used to even from own team these days.  ❝ but if it comforts you,  I promise to go grab a large coffee in a minute or two.  how does that sound,  compromise wise? ❞   there's a pinch of humour all the same:  trying to lighten air as she throws him small hint of smile.  ❝ don't worry,  I'm just reading,  not working on anything I might mess up.  all in the spirit of cooperation and all that. ❞

[consumare]

  👂🏻  x infinity

send  👂🏻  if  you  can  hear  my  character’s  voice  in  my  writing! 

thank you, i adore you, and tell ben i love him.

[roseguided-arch]

@dtperez ASKED , ❛ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔. ❜ (𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑹𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇 brows tugging together. riley was sure that he meant something different than how her being chose to interpret it. was her house the picture perfect things you see in a home decode magazine ? no where near , but it was better than what she had growing up. miles more spacious than her first ever apartment since living in new york—being a professor , even if the studies are often times more out of curiosity , had it’s advantages like a decent salary. door is closed behind her , arm outstretched toward the living room in a silent welcome. ; arms come to cross over her chest , casually & non defensive , before riley opens her mouth: ❛ it’s not somethin’ outta a magazine , but hey it’s not a shoe box ! ❜ once , she saw an apartment for rent for $1,500 a month & it was like living in a small hallway with little side pockets for rooms. ❛ besides , ❜ woman pushes a breath out of her lungs. ❛ we can’t all well manage our depression rooms , can we ? it’s hard for me to clean sometimes . . so, i take care of what i have the energy for. sometimes it looks better than others. today . . not so much. ❜ tone indicate that she isn’t offended , no where near ! eyes turn back to the detective , ❛ what can i help-ya for , detective ? anythin’ specific ? ❜

[crimewrought]

ㅤher smile starts hollow, mirthless, more a thing of habit than happiness. yet when he agrees, the expression evolves; something sincere tinges the waters, lips tugging upward in a show of inarguable contentment. perhaps buying ben a drink, encouraging an apparently mutual vice, is an unwise venture... but by that logic, maria supposes, so is their coalition altogether. and despite the innate treachery of their companionship, there's not one part of maria that's actually regretting it.

ㅤ" i wouldn't go that far. this is me trying to turn a bad night into a good one. if it cheers you up a bit, well, that's purely incidental. " her smile endures, still skirting the corners of her mouth when she orders them another round. the drinks come quickly, the amber liquid undulating just so in the brimming tumblers. maria pauses for a beat, rolling her narrow shoulders back, as if straining against something weighty but invisible.

ㅤ" i'd like to spend an evening together that doesn't hinge on either morbid information or a disappointing lack of it. " this time, when her shoulders move, it's instead in a more decisive shrug. " just for a change. what do you say? "

blunt   statement   dislodges   the   melancholy clogging   his   throat,   beckons   a   wry   amusement   to   his   lips.   the   ghost   of   a   smile   that   doesn't   quite reach   his   eyes.   sentiment   one   to   which   he   can   relate,   too   often   tragedy's   messenger.   AND   I   LOOKED,   AND   BEHOLD   A   PALE   HORSE.   AND   HIS   NAME   THAT   SAT   ON   HIM   WAS   DEATH.   except   his   isn't   a   coming   foretold.   it   is   merely sirens   carried   upon   dust-winds,   the   ground   underfoot   weeping   blood. here :   the wasted   cold   of   a   mausoleum,   such   chill   settled   ever-present   within   ossein   frame.   ❛ no,   it   isn't. ❜ reassurances she gives left hanging in the air.

and   he   knows   he   should   turn   down   the   offer that follows,   that   choosing   to   stay   sets course upon A DANGEROUS PATH.   (  but   held   in   her   copper   gaze,   he feels the   ache   fading ).   a   solace   in   her   company   that   keeps   him   seated,   better   than   the   alternative   of   returning   to   an   empty   apartment,   passing   hours   marked   with   whiskey   and   regret.   keenly   aware   it   would   be   his   turn   to   deliver   the   bad   news   come   morning   briefing,   eager   to   avoid   reality   if   only   for   a   little   longer.   ❛ this   you   feeling   sorry   for   me? ❜   words   without   malice,   empty   glass   slid   across   table   towards   her   in   A SILENT GESTURE of agreement. / @crimewrought

[crssfre]

@dtperez : i wish i could tell you it gets easier .

" well i appreciate the honesty over any bullshit lie... " mask adorned, your words are stated with the thinest pull of your lips. it doesn't get better: but that is made by your own hands, your own doing has made it so ( if you abandoned the suit, the one that delicately clings to your every muscle, adjusts to your every curve ––– maybe things could be better / but the burden of knowing would always haunt you ). eyes drift away, looking past the detective before you into the night air, where you'd rather be. " no one deserves to go out like this... i know that'll never get easier & if it does then we all have a problem. " gaze focuses back, you nod slightly before slinging your bow back over your shoulder. " if you need anything else, let me know. "

[exilae-moved]

@dtperez ( me and my d.og, b.oygenius )

" i never said i'd be alright... just thought i could hold myself together. "