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[ friendly reminder my loves that Alana is a side blog to my near and dear–> @mina-theprofiler. She was created before I fell into the Hannibal fandom, but don’t be shy if you want to play with her because she is essentially Will Graham without all the ~ Will Graham ~. ]
Hannibal + Alana’s suits
“ it must be hard to live with what ifs. ”
“You’d know all about that, I imagine. What’s your biggest ‘what if’, Hannbial?” she asked flatly, taking a seat in front of his clear cage.
“What if I didn’t meet Will Graham? What if I didn’t choose to be a serial killer?” the words came out almost with a hiss.
continued from this ask with @raudrakos
A smile formed on Alana’s lips, but before sharing her thoughts she brought her tall glass of beer to her lips to conceal it. She savored the taste for a moment, watching Hannibal over the rim of the glass as he moved through the kitchen like a matador in the arena--purposeful, strong, and confident. It surprised her, just a little, that his first thought would go to Will when she cautioned him to be careful.
“Well, I was talking about how you’re wielding that butcher knife around...” she smiled. “...though I suppose I should know better than to give you direction in the kitchen. But, it sounds like there might be something else on your mind. Are you worried about Will? ” she asked honestly, tilting her head at him slightly as she studied his face.
Hannibal Advent 2018 Day 33 – “Digestivo”
“And I always keep my promises, Alana”
[ friendly reminder my loves that Alana is a side blog to my near and dear–> @mina-theprofiler. She was created before I fell into the Hannibal fandom, but don’t be shy if you want to play with her because she is essentially Will Graham without all the ~ Will Graham ~. ]
Going through my remaining waiting list and kicking this batch off with Alana Bloom as the Queen of swords for @valorsometimes !!
@alxnabloom // starter call
“ Between iron and silver, I think that is appropriate for you. Between strength and elegance. ”
“Something tells me you’re not simply referring to my jewelry choice this evening, Hannibal. Is there something you’d like to expand on?”
NAUGHTY OR NICE ?
stolen from: both @raudrakos & @behaviorisms
tagging: @whiskeyandwalnuts @apuresociopath @monstricidal @empathicdesign @personsuited and anyone else who also wants to steal it like I did!
*SLAMS HANDS ON THE TABLE* FREDERICK THOUGHT SO HIGHLY OF JACK AND WILL AND ALANA AND THEY SHOVED HIM UNDER THE BUS KNOWING GODDAMN WELL WHAT THE DRAGON WOULD DO AND I’M NOT OVER IT I’LL NEVER BE OVER IT.
[ it’s true, poor chilty deserved better ]
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The evening was turning out the way most of Alana’s evenings had in the past, before her life became complex and intricate. After a long day, she’d settle in with a modest dinner for one, open a bottle of wine or a bottle of beer, and decompress. She didn’t necessarily miss her old evenings, as she often found them dull, but having a moment to herself was welcome. The calmness of the ordinary was a needed change of pace. Though, she wouldn’t change her life or the choices she’d made if you asked her.
However, the seemingly passive evening was taking a turn, and it wasn’t just the weather. Putting away her dishes, Alana could hear the cold wind massaging the glass on her windows–it felt like a storm was coming. Looking out. over her snow covered lawn, Alana noticed a dark figure coming through the night, and continuing towards her house.
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[ ok loves, i hate to do this but in order to clean up around here and attempt to get my muse flowing again I’m gonna go ahead and drop all my threads. if you want to continue a plot line/thread we had going, just message me and we can start a new one and pick up where we left off! ]
[ ok loves, i hate to do this but in order to clean up around here and attempt to get my muse flowing again I’m gonna go ahead and drop all my threads. if you want to continue a plot line/thread we had going, just message me and we can start a new one and pick up where we left off! ]
