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        fingers dust over the clean , empty page of the notepad laid open upon her lap , watching the woman before her with an easy smile upon rouged lips ; those initial meetings were never the easiest , always stilted with trust ungained between her && the person opposite her . there is a pause , && bedelia presses her pen to the first line , preparing to begin the transcript .      ‘ --- anything that you think NEEDS to be said , this is for your benefit .  you could tell me ... how you’re feeling in this moment ? what you hope to gain from these sessions , perhaps ? ‘      lithe frame shifts in her seat , head tilting . she understands why people disliked the idea of sharing innermost thoughts , of allowing somebody to analyze them , but still she tries once more .        ‘ nothing is trivial . ‘

                      ‘ — don’t be so DRAMATIC , tegan . ‘ but she’s thinking it over , lips pursing in thought ; she didn’t want to die , but using hannibal as a scapegoat had seemed like the best idea at the time ?            ‘ he’s already locked up , so what’s the harm ? ‘

              ‘ — shall i schedule a visitation with BSHCI ? ‘           brows loft , amusement palpable on delicate features . it didn’t change anything , if she wanted to plant a body outside his home , she would .           ‘ or maybe i should simply ask FORMALLY ? hannibal , may i dump a deceased body outside your old residence for my own selfish reasons ? ‘

               she hums her approval with eyes closing as lips touch her forehead , she’s quiet as gemma situates herself , head dropping into her partners knee with hand resting upon her thigh .          ‘ --- your husband is CUTTING into the time i get to spend with you . ‘           a huff ,  && she rolls over onto her back , peering up at gemma with lips twitching into a grin .      ‘ am i going to have to fight him for you ? ‘          a pause , && she raises a hand to brush dark locks from the womans face before shifting herself closer .         ‘ i missed you . ‘

delia voice: i’m just going to dump the body outside hannibals house , i mean he could have escaped prison , it isn’t too far fetched ... is it ?

stand still so i don’t miss

delia voice: okay sounds fake but okay ...

out . i feel like i don’t talk about the point that delia had a gun pointed at hannibal but was somehow talked into going to europe with him as his fake wife . like ... delia ... sweetheart ... next time you shoot the cannibal .

delia voice: I have a body in my car what do i do now

                        she doesn’t lift her head when the woman enters the room , if anything she burrows deeper into the blankets she’d arranged upon her sofa . heavy lidded eyes open to focus upon gemma  , barest flickers of a smile settling over bare lips while one hand pats the space beside the head .        ‘ --- you’re late . ‘ // @gatekeepcr