sex addict.

              when you’re running from your past, it’s the little things that count ;             like the way the clouds form odd shapes in the sky, or having just enough              money to buy yourself a bus ticket out of town — or even the lack of birds.             but mara’s used to the later. animals don’t her like her, so it’s no surprise             to her. ( but maybe it should be. she doesn’t leave that big off and off-             putting signal, does she? )

                    ’ No, I haven’t. ’ her toes dig into the mulch under the swing                                        seat as she balances a sketch book on her lap.

             ’ Maybe the scientists are right. Maybe global warming is killing the birds. ‘

       ' Strange..., '

    his voice was barely a whisper for a moment, and it even lost it's deep     tone.  green eyes scour the sky in the immediate area for any sign of     movement before looking back to his companion.  was it strange for an     old man to be sitting on a swing in the park?  he didn't want to draw too     much attention to himself, after all, but his intentions were innocent.       thomas was not some monster who snatched little girls off of playgrounds     and fucked away their innocence, nor was he the pervert to watch them     run and play while sloppily jerking off in his van.  no, thomas was a     special kind of predator, and he'd developed a unique modus operandi.

     thomas sat alone on the park swing, not as doctor ramsay, but as thomas.     alone time at the park always gave him time to reflect on his actions, which     generally was not a happy time for him.  though he knew he was immoral,     he didn't ever believe he could redeem himself ---- and if you can't be good     then be good at it, right?

           ' I haven't seen any birds today at all..., '

     he speaks quietly, almost to himself, until he realizes that he is no longer      alone on the swing.

      ' Agent Crawford, forgive me for even asking, but why do        you want my input on this particular case as opposed to        any which have preceded it? '

The sound of the clock echoed through the corridor and not much else could be heard, save for the occasional pen scribbling something on paper and the sound of a cell phone vibrating.  Dr. Ramsay didn't have any appointments, but he wasn't ready to go home just yet.  Instead, though it was well after 5:00 p.m., he sat at his desk rewriting and organizing his notes on some of his patients.  It was quite difficult for him to focus on this task with the constant buzzing of the cell phone, which now lay on his desk.  His daughter desperately wanted him to come home, it seemed, and she was using quite persuasive techniques to get her way.  Perhaps that is why he hadn't gone home yet.  Today he felt some lingering guilt when he looked at the pictures she was sending him every few minutes.  Pink panties, tall socks, some creative angles.  His groin felt warm, but it was not quite to the point where he had an erection.  Yet.

Instantly, his attention was drawn elsewhere when the front door opened and he heard footsteps trail into the waiting area just outside his office.  After a moment of curious listening and pondering just who it could be, as well as why, he reluctantly stood up from his chair.  Though it would've taken most people six or seven full steps to make it to the door, his long legs achieved this task in about four full strides.  Something about him was cat-like, and predatory.  The same way a sleeping lion would be, actually.

   ”The concept isn’t foreign to me, I just tend to think about other things.”

     ' Why is that?  Regular sexual activity is healthy, and it would do you        a lot of good.  Maybe then you'd finally get some rest. '

"So where does nursing fall under in the sliding scale of psychopathic careers?” 

      ' It doesn't.  Generally nurses are the nurturing type, which is not        characteristic of a psychopath.  I'm sure there have been a few,        but only a few and it's likely that they never did anything horrific        enough to be identified as one. '

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          independent original character ✘ uncensored writing ✘ highly           triggering ✘ nsfw almost all of the time ✘ based in the Hannibal           fandom

      ' Baby girl -- , '

   a laugh bubbles out of his mouth, cutting off his thought.