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↪   CONTINUED FROM HERE ; @starlcved

( SEBASTIAN MORAN ): DON'T GET YOUR HOPES UP. the hope was a passing thought, anyway, dashed now entirely by sebastian's words. if there was to be no friendly conversation between the two, at least hannibal could prepare himself for whatever it is the other truly wanted his company for. ' does that mean you won't join me for a glass of wine? ' knowing glance is given up to sebastian, doctor lecter gripping a bottle of red from his collection. he meant to enjoy it himself, but he'd much rather taste the sweet drink along side good companionship. perhaps that's more than he could anticipate, tonight. nevertheless, hannibal collects two glasses and pops the cork of the bottle. ' are you here for business or pleasure, mr. moran? i can hardly ever tell, ' amused grin is given up to the other man, offering him the cabernet. @gunbash.

' i am very relieved you do not think i am a monster, ' despite the fact that she is, by every technical definition. look up her speices, and what pops up will be long histories of blood and foul behavior, passed off as a myth to keep people comfortable. no one wants to believe these monsters are actually lurking in the shadows - or, worse, very much living amongst them as if they were normal. relaxing a bit, there was unfortunately nothing genevieve could do about the glow of her eyes. her fangs would linger until the frenzied state was over, and so she still kept her distance, not wanting to startle sebastian any more than she already had. when she glances at the bottle of wine he had ( so thoughtfully ) brought with him, she couldn't help but chuckle ; a small thing, but still amused, nonetheless. ' a shame, as it looks devine. très délicieux, ' eyes still hold a bit of concern as she looks back up at her friend. ' would you like to sit? i can pour you a glass, '

              it's  nearing  ten  o'clock  at  night,    and   beard's  only  a  few  beers  in.    the  alcohol  is  a  welcoming  warmth  in  his  stomach,   a  pleasant  buzz  present  throughout  his  system.   eddie  had  joined  him  about  ten  minutes  ago,   granting  him  company  on  an  otherwise  uneventful  night.   ted  had  a  scheduled  facetime  call  with  his  son,   so  beard  made  the  trek  to  their  usual  place  by  himself.   while  drinking  alone  had  been  nice,    it's  a   lot  less  sad  when  you  have  someone  beside  you.     so,    he's  just  grateful  eddie  had  come  when  beard  had  texted,   politely  requesting  his  presence.   leaning  forward,  half-empty  glass  in  hand,   beard  says,     ❝      thanks  for  showing  up.      ❞    a  pause,    giving  beard  the  time  to  sip  at  his  beer,   contemplating.    since  eddie  came  all  the  way  here,    beard  sure  return  the  favor.        ❝      you  know,   you  could  call  me when  you  need  it.   it's  good  to  have  people  like  that  who'll  be  there  when  you  need  them.       ❞

          oh,  her  expertise  is  needed.  well,  expertise  is  not  exactly  what  she'd  call  it,  but  between  her  &  her  friends,  she  probably  clocks  the  most  hours  googling  &  reading  about  dream  interpretations.  sure,  sometimes  the  mind  plays  tricks  on  you  because  of  stress  &  all  of  that  unpleasant  stuff  tory  most  definitely  has  too  much  of  in  her  life.  but  even  then,  dreams  can  be  a  gateway  to  answers  you  didn't  even  know  you  needed.  so,  color  her  intrigued  !  braid  completed,  she  lets  it  fall  down  tory's  shoulder,  "  have  you,  now  ?  " before  nudging  her  a  little,  prompting  her  to  turn  around.  curious  eyes  watch  patiently,  leaning  back  into  the  couch  as  she  draws  her  legs  underneath  herself.  "  are  you  sleeping  through  the  night  ?  i  always  have  weird  dreams  when  i  don't  sleep  enough.  usually  before  cheer  competitions.  "  shudder.  "  –––  so,  what'd  you  dream  ?  "

"no I'm gonna be tired after work"