#fearandetiquette

Powerful

Will blinked down at the man sleeping on him. Unsure of what to do and whether or not he should wake him. Unable to come to a decision, the agent sat awkwardly, wide awake and not daring to move a muscle.

If I cut off your arms and cut off your legs Would you still love me anyway? If you're bound and you're gagged, draped and displayed Would you still love me anyway? Why don't you love me anyway?

     ❝ Wherever this place is -- I don't think I care for it. Everyone keeps acting as if I'm the strange one... ❞

█ █ {♛}—;; The situation felt different this time, Bedelia felt as though she had already started on the back foot. Hannibal had taken his usual seat across from her, his eyes locked onto her face, just like always. But instead of being the first to speak, he remained silent, leaving it to her. Expelling a short breath, the woman leaned back in her seat, chin angled upwards. Hannibal oft put her on edge, but never more so then when he was silent, watching her. ❝--------------- What did you want to speak about today, Hannibal ? You seem, quiet, is there something on your mind ?❞ So she watched him back, fingers coming to clasp within her lap as her foot tapped lightly against the ground. She was un-nerved, and it was glaringly obvious. She despised allowing him any sign that he made her uncomfortable, preferring to maintain her mask of cold, vague interest- it was unusual for her to let that mask slip, to show what lay beneath.

"You're staring."