Biceps and Intuition

Independent OC RP blog with a Hannibal focus; other fandoms welcome. Both Mun and muse are 18+. Strangers welcome, but do read the syllabus!

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// Sometimes I think about coming back here but I am so, so lazy. // If anyone wants to convince me, feel free to come holler.

[bicepsandintuition]

     "Is that so? Well, I'll hold you to it, okay?" Roma said, watching as she giggled. It was nice to see her having a good time, even if her boyfriend was just a room away. Well, ex-boyfriend. Roma supposed she didn't have a boyfriend now. Not that that mattered, of course. It didn't mean anything. Well, except maybe that she was lonely, but who was to say that? She didn't need a boyfriend to keep her company. Friends could do it just as well, right? And he was a good friend, or he would be, could be.

     His mind got away from himself. Was he even still thinking about friendship, really? It was hard to tell. He leaned back up against the wall and released Evie's hand, sighing. "Have you ever even been in a fight, Evie? Or are you secretly some kind of assassin? A sleeper agent, maybe? Hiding in an apartment complex just waiting for the kill code?" He laughed. "Who is your target? Is it me?"

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     Roma laughed, nodding his head. "I promise, Evie," He said, smiling. Roma lifted his hand, taking Evie by the pinky with his own. Looking down at their fingers, he snickered. Her hand was so small by comparison. "I never realized you had, like, Christmas elf hands," He said, smirking, "Are you sure you can protect with my your baby hands, Evie? 'Gonna beat people up with these little fists?"

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     Roma's face fell into a million pieces. "Hey," he said, putting a hand on Evie's shoulder, "Please don't talk like that. You are worth it, whatever it is. I'm sure Paul isn't the only one who saw that. I mean, I think it, so that is something right?" He forced a smile, but his reassurance seemed uneasy. How could he be truly encouraging with that man looming just a few doors down? He sighed, pulling his hand back and leaning up against the shelves. "You're being really considerate, Evie, but I promise it is fine. I'm sure it'll blow over in a few minutes. No need to leave so soon, you know?"

     At the mention of a milkshake (just one? Did she want to share? Why would she want to share?), a genuine smile appeared on his face. "That is hard to argue with, but I think I'll be okay." He held up his hand as if to swear in court. "I promise if you promise?"

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     Roma didn't believe in luck or fate. He trusted in hard facts, in the randomness of the universe, in the will of mortal men. Yet, as he stood with Evie in the shadow of Paul's ceramic giraffes, he had to wonder if the universe had it out for him. Was his fate unfortunate? Was he just very unlucky? Of all the parties in all the world, why did Evie's boyfriend have to be at this one?

     "Jittery?" He repeated, raising his brows, "No such thing. I'm fine. I just really, really love these things, is all. They're, you know, so delicate and yet so beautiful. They must be pretty hard to make, huh?" Roma had years of training with the FBI, but damn if he wasn't sweating now. He'd brought her here to avoid the memories and the depression - now things were just going to get worse. "Well, maybe I just wanted to talk to you alone for a minute, is all," He said, cursing himself inwardly. Shit, what an awkward sounding excuse. "Y-you know. Just to tell you that I uh...I can tell Paul to chill, if you want?"

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     Roma laughed. "She isn't going to take your garbage lying down, Paul. Better back off before you get what's coming to you," He said, teasing. He nudged an elbow against Paul, earning a groan in response, and looked back over at Evie. He quirked a brow and took a sip of his own drink. "Yeah, what's the deal, Paul?" He asked, puzzled. Paul threw up his hands and retreated, still shaking his head.

     "The FBI made you a mean liar, my friend. A mean liar," Paul said, vanishing into his own crowd. Roma coughed and shrugged his shoulders. Paul was a weird guy sometimes. He was often wrong about a lot. Tonight, though, it was hard to say where his words fell. Roma chose to ignore them.

     He sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets, scanning the crowd of somewhat familiar faces. One face in particular caught his attention and he felt his lungs stop still, throat clenching closed. "Uh, hey Evie let's, uh, let's go over here," He said, words spilling over like water from a burst dam. He looped his arm around hers and dragged her into the next room, a forced smile on his face. "Check out uh...check out Paul's collection of ceramic animals?"

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     Roma laughed, shoving his hands in his pockets and shaking his head. "Eighteen, huh? Guess you barely hit the benchmark. Still, you shouldn't go yelling at old men on the street. Could get yourself in real trouble," He said, taking two steps closer. He attempted to play at intimidating but, despite his height and broad shoulders, failed. The air around him sang with his jovial nature; he couldn't hurt a fly, irritated or not. "And just so you know, I'm twenty-six. Hardly sagging anywhere quite yet," He continued, laughing.

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To her that was one of the nicest things, protecting her from the rain like that.. really, something like that.. actually made her smile, and properly too. It didn’t last long, just seconds but, it was the most real smile she’d shown in months.”I’d like to have thought the world can’t touch me, really..” she said softly, eyes momentarily glancing down, that man took her confidence that she used to wear so well.

Evie’s eyes moved to meet Roma’s before Pauls. She turned and politely offered her hand towards him to shake his hand, and she was really trying her hardest not to laugh, the stars? More like a twinkle that faded if anything but she smiled none the less. “I think Paul might work better, Galileo the star gazer.” she teased a little just trying to be fun but her eyes kept glancing to Roma.

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     Roma felt a chill run down in his spine, eyes widening as Evie spoke. He'd known she was feeling down, but Christ all mighty, her little comment broke his heart. He swallowed, wishing there was something he could say to make this better. Words escaped him and Paul was standing nearby, shining and oblivious. He'd have to hope tonight would be enough. He'd have to hope some fun could soothe her pain. He set his wet coat on the coat rack and loomed behind Evie, staring at Paul as he worked his magic.

     "Oh, you really think so? Because I really like what I'm gazing at," Paul said, laughing. He clapped a hand on Roma' shoulder and winked, shaking her hand at the same time. "Man, you shoulda told me you were bringing an angel on your arm. I would have added some church tracks to the playlist," He said, drawing a flush from Roma.

     "Well, she isn't exactly on my arm, Paul," Roma replied, stepping away from Paul and deeper into the room. The part was small but respectable, familiar and unfamilair faces gathered around bowls of chips and dip. Roma grabbed a water and tossed it Evie's way, ignoring the way Paul shook his head. Paul could smell bullshit a million miles away.

[eiuspeccatore]

“Fuck you!”

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Roma turned back, looking over his shoulder. He raised a brow and stared at this stranger, the ghost of a smile on his face. What was this guy getting on about? Was bumping shoulders in the street really enough to start cursing over? Roma sighed and crossed his arms. He had work in forty minutes. Engaging in an argument with some teenager really wasn’t in his better interest. Then again, he’d never been very good at looking out for his better interest. “I mean, I could, but do I really want to? You look pretty jailbait-y to me,” He said, laughing.

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”Oh thankyou very much, are you calling me a beast?! And you might have Princess eyes, but have you seen these sweetheart doe eyes if I just flutter my eyelashes a little?” she turned her eyes towards him, eyelashes fluttering and all. “Oh goodness please don’t tell me he’s the cheesy pickup line sort of guy..” she grimaced with a bit of a groan.

It didn’t take too long until they got there, Evie had started humming along to the song, despite it just being one that she’d hear to many times at work and not something she really did like at all. “Should I be expecting some ‘’How much does a polar bear weigh?’’ type of pick up line then?”

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"Well, of course you're the beast," He said, parking the car. Roma unbuckled himself and hopped out. Rain washed over his shoulders as he came around to her side of the car. He opened the door for her and pulled off his jacket, bringing it over her head like a tarp. She had make-up, after all. No need to have it run after she'd worked so hard. "You're strong. The world can't touch you at all," He said, leaning forward, "Not even the cheesy pick-up line sort of guys."

Roma helped Evie to the door, shielding her from the rain. He knocked on the door and waited, smiling once it opened to reveal a young man with sharp clothes and a sharper smile. "Roma!" He said, stepping aside to allow Roma in. He smiled at Evie, one brow raising as he shut the door behind them. "And Roma's friend," He purred, reaching out to shake her hand, "I'm Galileo and you must be the stars."

Roma snorted. "His name is Paul."

[pxnsandpxnches]

Game Grumps Sentence Starters

”

“Jesus, you gotta wine and dine me first. You can’t just open up with that shit.”

“I am constantly erect.”

“ Did you just fart?”

“No, that came from the wall.”

“We’ve breaken several law.”

“What, you wanna try diplomacy? He’s a fucking crab!”

“It really hurts! Check it! Ooow!”

“It’s how you know that you’re fisting someone.”

“I hate when I’m on my way to work, get sucked into The Void, and, have to spend half an hour at Void Control.”

“I’M READY TO BREED!”

“ They’re basically a bunch of aliens, they’re aliens.”

“Bro I know how to teach aliens, I taught in England.”

“‘Bonfire’ is made up of two words: ‘bonf’ and ‘ire.’”

“He’s doin’ it… on paw-pose”

“___, sex your flargen! ___, nudge that cheese!”

“___, shut up, I’m being a magic sheep princess!!”

“God, no one get’s tail like jugglers, man.”

“These balls are coming at me fast and furious. It’s like that movie, ‘Speed.’”

“We’re running a clean girl operation here, straight edge cam girls only”

“ Hold on to your tits, everyone. This is happening. “

“ My tits are firmly held on to. “

“___, as I was about to say, revenge is a dish best served fuck you.”

“Oh man you little tumble weed fuck get back here.”

“When someone says ‘just fuck me up’ on the internet that means have sex with me in a rough, passionate manner, correct?”

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”Is there something wrong with it?” she asked, a little curious frown showing for a moment. “Come on then, spill.. you were totally more a beauty and the beast guy right? Some days I don’t think you forget to shave at all, I think you own that beastly rugged look.” she smirked.

The rain sent shivers through her, it made it so cold! She curled her arms around herself, wishing that she’d have braught her cardigan… not only for warmth but she liked to feel somewhat snuggled and bundled in that blanket when meeting knew people, it was comfort. “In your face, is better than not at all..”

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Roma's nerves settled only slightly as she spoke. It was just a silly mistake. She didn't even know about his name, his history. She didn't mean anything by it. Still, he gribbed the wheel a little harder than he otherwise might have. "What? You insult me," He said, sticking up his nose, "I am a god damn beauty is what I am. Have you seen my big, Disney princess eyes." He fluttered his eye lashes and smirked.

Roma watched as Evie hugged herself closer and, unsure if she was cold or just uncomfortable, turned on the heater for good measure. "Yeah, that's porbably true. I couldn't stand to be boring, you know," He said, turning to radio on low. Some garbled pop sopng played through the speakers, just enough to make the car ride a little less silent and awkward. "So, I should warn you that my friend is a pretty big flirt. You might need to smack him before we can enjoy the food."

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"Peter Pan?" Roma's smile faltered, heart stammering in his chest. The boy who never grew up. Little ol' Peter. He pursed his lips and forced himself forward, ignoring the way his childhood whispered in his ear. How wondered if growing up was even possible. When the past loomed like a ghost, a spectral figure behind every corner or name, there was no real place to go. It wasn't growing up, per say. It was growing sideways, sprawling outward but never truly finding progress. It was all wasted time.

Roma started the engine and pulled out into the rain. He turned on the windshield wipers and they whined, scqueaking against the glass. The streets were mostly empty and he drove without distrubance, trying to get back to himself and away from Peter. "I've always been a little in your face. What do you think, thoguh? Is that too much, maybe?"

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“Well, I’m flattered that you’d consider me for such an important matter.” Evie looked him over. “You know I’ve been trying to think of you a nickname for months now, Swamp Thing.” she teased a little.  Damn did it feel good to not have to sit in her house, and think about all the memories she wanted to forget already. 

Makeup was a thing for her, not that she wore a lot.. but after all that rain she was in curtail need of a re-try. She walked behind him before cracking in to a bit of a giggle but.. she did try and hide her face though, like anyone seeing her happy for even a moment would be the worst thing in the world. “But is it Navy blue, or sea blue?” she smirked. “I think a sea, minty blue would suit you much better than a navy.”

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Roma laughed so hard that his shoulders shook, eyes wrinkled at the corners. "Months, huh?" He said, crossing his arms over his chest and smirking, "Well, don't give in to something so silly. I'm sure you could come up with something better. Maybe even something pirate themed." He clicked his tongue and fell into step with her. Truth be told, he hadn't expected her to accept his invitation. He didn't mind that she had, of course.

It was probably better for both of them that she had.

Roma's car screamed grad student. It was cough and ugly, the bumper folded in from an old accident. It wasn't a first car, it was hand-me-down first car. The backwashed garbage of sme teen who'd bought a new model the second they could, leaving barely functioning lemon to a young adult who sort of understood budgeting. Roma opened the door for Evie before hopping into the driver's seat and settling on stained upholstery. "You think?" He said, raising a brow. "I always saw myself as a cobalt sorta man."

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Evie stopped when he started talking, turned to him with her hair dripping. “You’d want to take someone who’s soaking wet to a…. a spinach dip party?” she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice. “…Are you sure?” she asked, not really understanding.. she thought after all the tellings off that, he wouldn’t like her in any way shape or form, were they even friends? “Okay but uh– can I please go get changed if I have to show my face anywhere tonight?” she tried to sound a little happier… or at least not sound so tired. “Hey Roma–” she called as she walked upstairs to get ready. “..Thankyou.” 

And with that she went in to her apartment, she could get ready quite quickly and some came downstairs wearing a sweetheart red dress, it hugged around her waist and then flared out, and knocked on his fair. Since her hair had been wet, it dried in wavy curls.

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"Well, I want to take you to a spinach dip party. Wet or dry doesn't really matter," He said, shrugging. Roma gestured to his own clothing, curling his toes in soaked socks. "Besides," He continued, ringing out the end of one sleeve, "I'd be a pretty big hypoctite if I decided you couldn't go when I'm standing here like Swamp Thing." He laughed at his own joke and nodded her way. "Yeah go right ahead. I'll go change too-" She cut him off as she walked upstairs. He watched her go and smiled to himself. "Your welcome," He calleed up, warm fuzzies building in his chest. Damn did it feel good to be nice.

Roma dried himself off in his apartment and pulled on something warm, opting fro two pairs of socks instead of one. Uninhibited by pesky things like makeup, he finished getting ready before her and spent the spare time reading old emails. When she knocked on his door, he slipped outside with his keys. Roma looked down upon her and smirked, walking toward his car. "Nice dress.I have the same one in blue," He joked, heading to the underground parking.

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Hannibal: Happy anniversary, my darling! As a token of my affection, I've prepared this seven-course dinner, every ingredient of which I hunted down just for you. Within it you will find one vital organ from each person who bullied you in school, some of which have been pan-fried in the fat of the thug who stabbed you in the shoulder when you were a police officer. The sausage is from the ex-girlfriend who left you for that bass player, and the final course is a gelatin dessert made from the bones of that one journalist who said your nose was a little crooked.

Will: ...

Will: I can't believe you couldn't get Hamilton tickets.