#karatsfew

@karatsfew said  :    were i prone to flights of fancy, i daresay i would call your words portentous.

     THIS WOMAN GLITTERS WITH DANGER.    like a sheen of ground diamonds,  it catches and glints in the low light.    she wears it well,  easy in her own menace,  comfortable with it in a way which hannibal respects and with which he identifies.    he has always delighted more in bestowing such a mantle upon a deserving individual’s shoulders,  in helping to weave the fabric from the fibers of a person’s potential,  but he cannot deny that there is something intriguing in finding one fully-formed,  in having to guess at provenance rather than craft it.

     she has held his attention,  thus far.

     hannibal hides the curl of his smile behind his glass of wine,  dipping his nose into its lip and inhaling deeply.    it is a good vintage  —  a rich,  velvety syrah with hints of black pepper and clove which he’d thought to be most fitting for the occasion.    there is the slightest note of camphor in its bouquet,  and it tingles in the back of his nasal passages.

     he brings the glass to his lips and sips at it,  regarding elizabeth with an alert yet unreadable gaze.    when he has swallowed,  he sets the glass upon the table at his elbow with a gentle clink,  and arches an eyebrow subtly.

     “ HOW FORTUNATE,  THEN,  THAT YOU ARE NOT. ”

    GAZALA BRAVARD RECEIVED AN ASK   /   ↺ @karatsfew​          ━ MEME.: 10. ‘hotel room’ sex

IT WAS ALMOST AS IF SHE WAS WASHED AWAY, lured into the depths of pleasure with the tide lapping at her hips and whisking her away... silken strands stick to her skin, covered in beads of sweat and melting lipstick stains, as fingers comb through ivory locks, curling -- tugging, urging for more... her thighs tremble, thankful that her spontaneous encounter cared to place a blunted calve atop her shoulder, and the other held firmly within her palm, far apart -- for amble room was needed to feed the ravenous woman. 

@karatsfew​ gets a plotted starter !!

it’s been a fairly slow night. sure, tther were people in the club ( it was crowded, every fuckin’ day ) but it wasn’t super hectic. hectic as in liev running from one customer to the other in a matter of seconds. yeah, it has been crazy but not today. now he could chat with people and just take his time, which he thinsk is important. a non rushed cocktail tastes way better than a rushed one. currently he was drying a few glasses with a towel, when he noticed ‘her’ walking towards the bar. 

@karatsfew​ sent ❝ Dazzle them like that – she’s probably hyperventilating in the kitchen right now. ❞

𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨 - @karatsfew​ - accepting

He had only noticed it this morning. He had felt an unusual dull tiredness creeping through his body. In order to clear the cellars of his mind, he needed that perfect, deep Sleep. Without it, his body would be nothing; his abilities would be nothing. Why hadn’t he been able to Sleep? He grew frustrated at the thought and he realized he hadn’t felt this kind of anger in…centuries. Were those lines around his eyes? Were those lines starting to form around his mouth? No…his youth was supposed to last forever. This was impossible! John had heard the rumors of a woman who could help him. Miriam was doing everything in her power to try to find a cure to the virus coursing through his veins, but John was wise to explore every possibility, even if that meant going out on his own. 

not  used  to  hearing  those  words ,              not          without          her          own          reflection          staring          right          back          at          her          afterwards    .              whatever          she          may          be          addressing ,              it          succeeds          in          𝙸𝚁𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶          𝚃𝙷𝙴          𝚂𝚄𝙲𝙲𝚄𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷    .              veneers          grit            &.          profile          lifts          itself ,            it’s          purely          formed          of          boy  -  flesh          and          curse          advantages    .              ❝                      NO.              you’re          not    .                      ❞