#voicesofthemuses

@voicesofthemuses: "intoxicated"

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If Frank drank alcohol, it was more self medicating himself through trying to survive his life. He had enough nightmares, and he'd seen enough horrors, to know that his mind was pretty fucked up, but since he didn't really want to use drugs, then alcohol was his second best bet. Even if his tolerance got pretty high, which meant he had to go pretty hard if he wanted to feel anything, let alone get drunk.

But of course, due to Hannibal's fancy aesthetic, the man couldn't just have whiskey and wine available. He also had absinthe, which Frank had never tried, and after a rough week, he was at the Lecter manor, trying it for the first time. The sweet lemon-y taste made him feel like he was drinking spiked lemonade, so he didn't have much of an opinion.

And then he did, because when it finally hit him, wow.

"I feel..." He couldn't accurately put his finger on it, before he started giggling uncontrollably, bending over and covering his face with his hands before he could regain some control. "This makes me feel great. I think I found my new favorite way to get drunk."

Looking up then, Frank rested his chin on his hands as he watched Hannibal cooking their dinner, with his sleeves rolled up just so, those eyes so soft...

@voicesofthemuses​: "I got us a place to stay for the night. You have to get out of this rain."

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“Oh I’m fine!”

Honestly, it wasn’t the first time Will had ever gotten sick. He had a pretty shitty immune system to begin with, so developing a fever and shivers was old hat for him. He just felt bad that Hannibal was fussing over him so much.

@voicesofthemuses​: “You’re safe here. I know it’ll take you a while to believe it, but you are.”

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She didn’t know where she was.

The last thing Taylor remembered was passing out in that stupid small room with the windows barred and the door locked and the bucket of piss in the corner. She hadn’t eaten in what felt like forever. The water the Marshalls had given her was stale and warm, but she drank it, simply because she had to. But she was so tired, so cold and achy, and she wondered when the case worker would come for her this time, if she was able to escape and run away.

But the case worker never came. Instead, through hazy fuzzy memories, a man in a clear plastic suit to keep his tailored suit clean from blood, was who came in, picked her up and carried her out of the house. And now she was waking up in a comfortable bed, with large windows overlooking a lovely garden; the room itself was clean, and there was an adjoining bathroom, and the man was sitting in a chair beside the bed watching her.

 @voicesofthemuses

The first time Gretchen got caught, she cut a deal to avoid the death penalty, confessing to twenty-three murders and later giving up even more bodies. The SECOND time, she tried an insanity defense and was sent to the State Hospital instead of the State Pen.

Gretchen was beginning to think this had been a mistake. Her “room” here was somehow smaller, dingier, and emptier than her cell at the prison had been. And here, several shrinks a day came to try to poke and prod at her brain and then give her prescriptions, prescriptions she was forced to take, that made her mind go groggy and her skin go sallow and her hair go brittle. Obviously the mental fog was the most distressing, but she would be lying if she said she weren’t bothered by what the side effects were doing to her looks as well.

@voicesofthemuses​:  “Trying to sneak into the forbidden section three times in a row is either the most badass, or the most nerdy thing you’ve ever done.”

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He'd been inspired, that was all! Something new for LuLu World! It would be exciting, a water feature, right? With lots of slides and even one of those wave pools, something just right for the endless summer season in Pride, it could cool down plenty of Sinners and Hellborn demons alike.

Lucifer was in his office since before dawn when the idea struck him during a sleepless mania episode, and he was working on it well into the night. Blueprints were scattered all over desk, measurements taking from the park in general, and he muttered to himself, trying to decide if a duck motif would be too much or not. It wasn't like Loo Loo Land didn't go hard for the fucking apple motif, after all. Ugh.

So distracted was he that Lucifer didn't even realize it when his office door was opened, sketching out a new design for one of the slides. Suddenly, a hand reached to pluck the pencil from his hand, and before he could even protest, a second set of arms were around his waist, tugging him out of the chair like he weighed nothing.

...Well. Lucifer just learned something new about himself, if the way his stomach clenched with arousal meant anything.

@voicesofthemuses​: “You look frightened. Never had someone take your control away, little one?”

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“Why ask such a question if you already know the answer?” Will wasn’t entirely sure of what was happening; all he knew was that it was dark due to the blindfold, and he was cold. His thin tshirt and the briefs did nothing to protect him, and the floor was he kneeling on was probably concrete, at best.

It was the heavy collar that was making his pulse go a little crazy. Thick, and heavy, but lined with velvet, so that it couldn’t hurt him if he tried to escape. His wrists were chained together, so he couldn’t try to fight back, and the chain that was attached to his collar rattled ominously every time he moved.