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- independent role-play blog for miriam lass from nbc’s hannibal. - seven years of writing experience. - four years of role-playing experience. - para & novella preferred. open to one-liners. - oc friendly blog! - rarely any trigger warnings or nsfw. those will be tagged as such. - everyone is welcome here!
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Every inch of Miriam’s soul feels guilty.
hometown glory // adele
‘round my hometown ooh, the people i’ve met are the wonders of my world
Paul Jung Melitta Baumeister AW, 2014
Maybe, I’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new…
Arctic Monkeys, “Do I Wanna Know,” AM
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"I know you." He sounded proud of himself. Of course he was; this was a piece of information that he was sure of, and his mind was ever the tangled mess. "And why have you come to see me?" He leaned forward in his cage, observing her.
From what she specifically heard, Dr. Abel Gideon was a killer. But he wasn't the Chesapeake Ripper like he claimed to be, nor did he kill Miriam Lass like he said he did. Alive and well, but with a prosthetic arm, she stood outside his cell of imprisonment in the Baltimore Hospital for the Criminally Insane. " I know you. " She repeated, allowing her eyes to meet his. Of course, he would ask such a question. She wouldn't be there for just any reason, not so shortly after she was released from a quite different form of imprisonment. He might deny it, maybe not, but Abel Gideon was close to the Chesapeake Ripper. In person or not, the Ripper and Abel had some kind of mutual connection. " The pleasure is mine, Dr. Gideon. I'm visiting. Per se. " He was good at lying. She hoped to see right through him. If she were that lucky. " I have a few questions for you. "
every morning, i wake up and forget just for a second that it happened. but once my eyes open, it buries me like a landslide of sharp, sad rocks. once my eyes open, i’m heavy, like there’s too much gravity on my heart.
Sarah Ockler
( I know that Frederick is going to be pissed when he comes back, but I don't think it'll be towards Miriam. More towards Hannibal, because earlier in Yakimono, Frederick stated his understanding of Hannibal's manipulation and that's why he wanted to jog Miriam's memory like he did Will's. He's going to understand what the Ripper did to Miriam. He's going to understand what the Ripper did to him. And hopefully, he'll understand why Miriam did what she did. He'll learn why, he'll learn that Miriam's mind was scrambled to match his own voice with the Ripper's. No matter how much being framed and being shot in the cheek will change Frederick, I still think his anger is not going to be aimed at Miriam Lass. She's a victim. Frederick is also a victim. They're both victims of the same man. He's ethical. He's a Doctor. I doubt he's going to lay the blame for what happened to him on a young woman with PTSD who is triggered easily and was manipulated by a serial killer. I just don't think it's going to happen. And I may be wrong, but it's what I believe. )
brella:
important ship tropes:
fake dating
SECRET dating
being locked in a room or trapped in a small space
huDDLING FOR WARMTH
BEING ON THE BRINK OF ADMITTING THEIR FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER BUT THEN GETTING INTERRUPTED
finishing each other’s sentences, KNOWING WHAT THE OTHER IS ABOUT TO SAY
tou chi NG!!!! FOr eheA DS!!!!!!11!!
wearing each other’s clothes
doing that thing where they accidentally get real close and, like, stare meaningfully at each other for a few seconds too long
channeling the inner romcom and having an epiphany about how much they care about each other and RACING TO CONFESS THEIR LOVE
fucking. Now or Never Kiss
HEIGHT DIFFERENCES
defending each other to scathing tertiary or otherwise minor characters but ONLY WHEN THE OTHER ISN’T AROUND
reincarnation or time loop or OOOOH TIME TRAVEL SCENARIOS
dramatically saving each other from certain death or barely surviving something that almost makes the other break down and just smirking wearily and mumbling flippant smartass remarks to HIDE THE DEPTH OF THEIR FEELINGS
undercover as lovers, the classic
ALMOST KISSING. like getting so close that they start to close their eyes and hold their breath and then SOMETHING HAPPENS and they jump apart, that is MORE VALUABLE THAN ANY ACTUAL KISSING
casually sitting on each other’s laps during ensemble cast conversations or scenes
did i mention F AKE DATinG
"Italian then. I hope you like pasta." He gave a little smile,
tipping his head as he did so. He never knew Miriam to be a people leaser, but nodded anyway. “There’s this really nice place that makes amazing ravioli. You’d love it.”
"—-are you feeling alright?"
Miriam was not, in fact, a people pleaser. She was a 'Jack Crawford pleaser', and even then, they didn't always see eye-to-eye. " I love pasta, actually. " She was picky, but never too picky. Even with cases, she would have been picky, had she really gotten that far. She only got as far as the Chesapeake Ripper, which was a particularly interesting case. " I'm excited. I need to catch up with all of the restaurants around here. " The Ripper fed her well. Though, she couldn't remember eating that much in the past two years. It was strange, but it also made perfect sense. Too many drugs. His question, essentially, confused her. Physically, she was feeling perfectly okay. Emotionally? No. She was not only recovering from what happened to her, but she was recovering from what she did. To that poor man. To Frederick Chilton. " Of course. "
☠ If Nigel was unnerved by the sudden formal attention he certainly didn’t show it, no more so than anyone would having been approached purposefully by a fed. He takes a moment to regard the considerably smaller woman who appeared surprisingly comfortable in his presence- something not many can boast. This wasn’t his first rodeo and he certainly didn’t plan on it being his last. — ❝ Me at the whole fucking city, as far as I’m aware it’s public knowledge and the media is having a fucking field day. But is there a reason you’re asking me specifically, Ms ______? I’ll need to see a badge if this is official business. ❞ ☠ He offers a polite smile, tucking his phone swiftly into his pockets to offer her his undivided attention- seeming willing to help often aided his cause in situations such as this.
His asking to see a badge wasn't exactly surprising. It was a question that crossed her often. She questioned people, they asked for identification. She liked him. Maybe not him in particular, she hadn't decided that one yet. But she liked the sound of his voice. It was relaxing. It reminded her of--- " Lass. My name is Miriam Lass, I'm with the FBI. " By this time, she did have identification. A nice and shiny badge, she was proud of it. Proud of surviving. She was of very few victims of the Chesapeake Ripper. It was easy to tell the difference between her real arm and her prosthetic one; the prosthetic one made subtle, soft sounds every time it moved. Like a robotic instrument, because that's what it was. It looked so real, yet so fake compared to the real limb. She used that handy fake limb to take the badge out of the inside of her jacket, and she showed it to him. Her smile is just as polite as his own, and once he got a good look, she put the badge back where it came from. " You have an... impressively clean slate. But, a bad reputation to not give a damn about. I'm just talking to you, no accusations intended, sir. I don't mean to upset you. "
"And you.
—you’d be a nice mother I mean.”
" Thank you, Agent Crawford. I think anyone would be lucky to have 'The Guru' as their Father. "
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Frederick looked at the woman before him, shifting uncomfortably under her gaze. “I already told you,” he insisted. “I’m not the Chesapeake Ripper.”
" I know. "
What shocking words those would seem to be, coming from her mouth. Her, of all people. The one who identified his voice as the Ripper. The one who shot him.
And now she was at his house. Who knew how much trouble she'd be in, had Jack Crawford known of this. She set her jacket down on a chair, then sat across from Dr. Chilton. " I'd like to formally apologize. It was as if I was under a spell. " Pause. " Manipulated. Which I'm sure you're well-aware of. But if you'd like to blame me, I'm open to hearing it. "
lassets
— ❝ Can I help you with something? ❞
" Yes, actually. "
She had to look up to see his face. He was so much taller than she was. Yet, she didn't feel intimidated by it at all. --- Or by him, for that matter. " I was wondering if you were aware of a series of crimes taking place here in Bucharest. "
She was a field of daisies in an endless winter. You couldn’t have saved her, even if you tried.
Flowers aren’t forever.
"I’m thinking about adopting a little girl."
" You'd be a great Father, Jack. I'd love to have a daughter someday. "
