#deniablyplausible

He allows it.

abrahxmsdaughter

i followed you on an old blog of yours, but i can't remember what it was. was it an anna??? i don't remember. i just remember you saying you were going to be over here on katniss from now on-- and thank goodness i followed you. you are spectacular. your katniss is the only katniss i need in my life. reading your tags and your screaming and your memes and your threads. all of it. i just-- i love the care you put into her. i love the feeling you put into her. thank you so much for sharing her with me.

singlasses

i heard it was your birthday recently!!! how cool is that. so like i haven't been following you long, but i've seen you rping with people i do follow, and it was enough for me to realise how amazing of a writer you are. i think you can really tell when someone puts a lot of work and effort and love into their portrayal of a character, and oh man can i tell. i can't wait to see more and more from you!

paradoxofconstellations

whispers where are you friend. i haven't seen you in a while, but that's okay. it doesn't matter how long it takes, i'll wait. empathy is a beautiful character, and i loved having her on my dash, okay?

youmaythinkyouknowme

ugh. i told you before that i've stalked this blog for like a year or something. and i have never been disappointed, only grateful to have found you. i'm also grateful to finally have an rp blog so that i can honestly, truly interact with you. she is an amazing character. you are an amazing writer. i am so happy, so so so happy that you are on my dash.

deniablyplausible

   The docile rustling of sheets were mimicked by the collapsing foliage outside the glass barriers, brittle colors pressed by gravity and wind towards solid constructs; paths littered with nature's own benevolence. Hannibal had been expecting at least two more patients throughout the course of the day, albeit, the following one would serve most intriguing. Her file and movement from within psychiatric aid to her very being was worthy of his eyes; a delectable case of someone overlooked by those that lacked the chutzpah. Even as the Doctor lifted himself from his seated position orbs of domesticated affinity remained attached to each letter of notes written by others.

   Her being at his doorstep served to remind him of his notoriety. A room of odd themes and variables of one that had perhaps once lay upon cushioned material as another took notes of every syllable spoken. Wine, of course, reserved for precious occasions although he always had the ability to accommodate for needs of those around him. Some would say it were for his need of control, wrong, they were, he always remained in control even within his habitual tending; the attendees of his dinners knew this well.

   Another slight tilt of his wrist wrought the tension of muscles, extending his dextal arm forth to adjust the seating. Symmetry was key, after all, none could be too careful of what was visually devoured before being swallowed by mouth. With satisfaction achieved, he allowed a for monotonous movement to pry open the gates to his office. That room. So much said, twisted with lies and stained with murder. It was graceful, almost ironic, he treated those whom feared such in the humble abode. As digits reached to allow entrance an expression grew over his features, radiating his charisma and welcoming behaviors. Orbs taut against the figure behind the aforementioned doorway, the ǵ̶ǫ͏̨o͘͡d̵͞ doctor allowed entrance.