#guadnahd

( the arctic monkeys ) @guadnahd​ ;  ❝ Once again I was just dreaming of bumping into you. ❞

      A SMILE lights up Irene’s lips, genuine and kind, as she studies him. He’s changed ( doesn’t everyone ? if enough time passes ) but never enough to forget him. Her smile turns lazy, arms uncrossing from her chest as she makes a show of circling him as if she’s trying to note every new feature, each new detail. ‘ I suppose dreams do occasionally come true. ’ 

Will settled in with Allen quite easily, their rapport comfortable as always, with an unspoken knowledge that they had very similar issues in life that others might not fully grasp. Jack sometimes pushed him too hard, almost to the point of snapping, but this time Allen was there to check on him without judgement in tow. He couldn’t even remember the last time Alana had done that, and half of her self-appointed job was stressing out about his mental health.

It was because of their similarities, perhaps, that he allowed the musician to take liberties as Hannibal had done with him, such as checking his pulse for signs of anxiety. With his curl-adorned head draped over the back of the couch, the elder grinned, and tipped his jaw so that he could properly gaze at the freckled hand on his wrist. 

Dear Allen,

I am providing “eerie” advice.

Wet specimens of organs are best preserved in a 70% alcohol solution -- ethanol or isopropyl will work. You want to prepare the organ prior to submerging it in the solution. In the case of a heart, you will want to be certain that it has been thoroughly cleaned of blood. Gently palpate it to remove air from the inner chambers and connected vessels. If there is any damage to the organ, such as a cut, you will want to suture it at this time.

Submerge the organ in your alcohol solution within a glass jar. Glass, to prevent a possible chemical reaction. If you want the heart to appear suspended within the jar, you will want to connect it to a string. If you do not mind the organ resting against the floor of the container, you may leave it as is.

Should the organ float, it indicates that there may be air still trapped inside or that you waited too long to preserve it and decay has begun. Closely monitor it. Should it already be in a state of decay, you may need to dispose of the specimen. 

YEAH, WELL... I really meant it when I said you’re one of the most talented writers I know. You and Hannimun astound me. The thread between Hannibal and Allen is like art, or a carefully choreographed ballet. I just really enjoy reading it. 

For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about

One’s daily routine may be another’s weird habit. Some might consider my insistence on butchering and preparing a majority of the meat that I serve a weird habit. 

If you are looking for something far more trivial, my car stereo must be on an odd number and cannot exceed 17. I have a strong preference for 9.

Allen’s unexpected words yank an inelegant snort out of him, which morphs into a confused sort of laughter. study is not an activity many have accused him of ( for good reason ), and he cannot phantom what gave such an impression now.

for as certain as it is that Gellect can lose himself in a book until he absorbs it into himself, until each word is committed to his memory as if tattooed there ––––– it is just as certain that it is never a book he was assigned. he chooses for himself. it is a great fault of his, one that his more open-minded professors were quick to notice: to be able to absorb all material like a sponge, yet be so discriminate in his choices of study. 

( well if something or someone does not interest him, why waste his life on them? ––––– this misunderstanding of his character has often lead to undesirable consequences. did he care? not really. because he did it over and over again, chasing personal gratification rather than rewards he could thrust on a school shelf to collect dust.  )

he never cared about others’ opinions of him, anyway. 

what the fuck im gay