Between iron and silver

      “I’m not sure you’re supposed to be here…” She knew they weren’t supposed to be there. “It would be wise to leave before anyone else finds you here.” Mason rarely enjoyed surprise visitors.

Lecter strolled forwards, hands lacing neatly behind his back as he walked. His shoes clicked against the rough floor. It sounded harsh against the silence before she had approached. Even then, the gentle voice didn't stir the quiet much, it seemed. He blinked, crimson orbs meeting her's. 

 He cocked his head to the side slightly.

 "Not supposed to be here? Why, of course not,"He murmured. Not for a moment did he take his eyes off of her. "And yet, i am here anyway. With good reason,of course." 

What would you lot think if i made an Alana Bloom blog alongside this one? I would quite like to try at playing my favorite character.

“Bullshit.” The words tumbled out before Claire could stop them. Tact had never been one of her strong suits. “I thought we had agreed that we were not going to lie to each other?”

"I happened."He finished his sentence. It was almost as though he didn't take notice to what she had said Lecter’s expression remained unfeeling. Stoic. Everything , hidden behind the person suit he always wore. 

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