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             advntgs said   i’m a vindictive little bitch, truth be told.

@advntgs​  :      ‘ tell  me  how  to  make  it  better, ’  /  meme : accepting.

    “  SO.   THE ENCHANTMENT UNDER THE SEA DANCE ...  ”        he’s  trying  to  play  it  cool,   obviously,    trying  to  make  it  look  like  he  doesn’t   CARE   about  the  dance  aside  from  reasons  kept  close  to  his  chest.         marty’ll  pass  off  this  innocent  question  as  an  attempt  to  make  conversation.          he  knows  what’s  at  stake  right  now.         he  knows  doc  will  kill  him  if  he  gets  off  track  at  all,   if  he  messes  with  the  time  continuum  any  further.           but  he  doesn’t  know  how  this  is  going  to   SOUND,   how  she’ll  interpret  it.         so  he  decides  to  just  roll  with  it.           “  —   you  going  with  anybody  ?  ”         

“isn’t it... i don’t know, tiring?” there is hesitation in her words, the right amount of pause to afford herself some time to carefully pick her words and not say the wrong thing. “there’s all this drama going on and i know... well, i try, to stay out of it all because i can hardly catch up, you know? maybe i don’t understand people as well as i think i do?”

@advntgs​ | TENSION MEME

💍  :    our  muses  are  mistaken  for  a  couple  by  someone  else .

                                                                    “Ummm---EXCUSE ME?” 

@advntgs said  :    a lot of people call me lucky, you know.

     THERE IS SOMETHING OF SCULPTING IN PSYCHIATRY.    a chiseling  —  a shaping  —  that he has always found more artistic than scientific.    a stunning harmony between the concrete and the creative,  an elevation of the theoretical into something visible,  something tactile.    hannibal sits proud in his olive leather chair,  holds his jessica riley’s thoughts in his hands like clay,  and thinks of prometheus,  molding man from water and earth.    it is a form of art for which he will never be recognized,  for the unveiling of his opuses is always,  by necessity,  anonymous.    consumers of his work often do so with no knowledge at all that it is art they perceive,  let alone that he is the creator of it.    but hannibal has never required any validation save his own,  has only ever sought self-satisfaction.    and besides,  THERE IS POWER IN KEEPING KNOWLEDGE FOR ONESELF.    in constructing a narrative whose participants are unaware of the story’s existence.

     he is not yet certain what sort of role he intends for jessica riley to play.    that does not bother him;  for as much as he covets power,  and control,  hannibal is well aware that,  often,  a person must simply allow a tale to unfold.    jessica will confer upon him her role,  when the time comes.    or another of his players will create a niche for her,  and he will usher her into it with all the grace and tranquillity of a shepherd.

     for now,  he is content to peer at the darkness behind her eyes.    to call it forth like a siren beckoning to a shipwrecked sailor.    to draw it from her as a leech pulls forth blood.    hannibal raises his eyebrows  —  a small,  calculated motion that is less perceptible than its effect.    he fashions his expression into one of gentle sympathy,  eyes betraying concern rather than hunger.    lays his trap with thick,  redolent honey,  and waits for the fly to stick.

     “ you don’t agree? ”