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//                           I’M BACK!                             Well, sort of. 

You can now find me with Mary Mason (And a handful of other muses) at @unhxngxd / unhxngxd.tumblr.com - I really miss writing Mary, but I feel like this blog deserves to rest, and that moving her to a small multi-muse will help me find it less difficult to keep up with her. //

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STARTER CALL !!!

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“Probably more than I know.” {Hannibal, s2e10,Naka-Choko} 

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misc sentence starters

“  i wish i knew how to talk about it.  ”   “  you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together.  ”   “  i don’t want to be alone anymore.  ”   “  i wish i could hate you.  ”  “  take a seat, we’re gonna be here a while.  ” “  i need you to trust me.  ”   “  i missed/miss you.  ”   “  she/he won’t listen to me.  ” “  let me do this for you. please.  ”   “  is there anything else you want to say to me?  ” “  tell me something happy.  ”   “  promise me.  ” “  i just want/wanted to help.  ”   “  let me explain.  ” “  i didn’t/don’t need you to understand, i just wanted/want you to support me.  ”   “  i’m on your side.  ” “  i’ve got your back, okay? ” “  please, tell me you have a plan.  ” “  stay with me tonight.  ” “  don’t go. please.  ”   “  i’ve been alone for so long i’m afraid i don’t know what it’s like not to be.  ”   “  talk to me.  ”   “  i did what i had to do.  ” “  we can’t keep going on like this.  ” “  i’m just tired.  ” “  i’m scared.  ” “  it’s okay to be afraid. fear can be good. use it.  ” “  it’s better to expect disappointment.  ” “  hope is dangerous.  ” “  i like seeing you smile.  ”   “  you look beautiful.  ”   “  be patient with her/him. they’re trying. ”   “  i’m trying my best and it’s not good enough. it’s never good enough. ” “  i’m starting to think i’m just fucked up.  ”   “  have a drink with me.  ” “  she/he is better off without me. but i guess that’s their choice.  ” “  you can’t dictate what’s best for someone else. ” “  can i help you?  ” “  i thought you’d like this.  ” “  do you wanna get out of here?  ” “  walk with me?  ” “  well, shit.  ”

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“Have you ever considered the secrecy is because I don’t WANT you butting into my life?” It’s so TRUE, and it comes out before she can stop herself. She doesn’t want to explain it to him, but as grimy as this place may be? It was HER safe space, and she didn’t want to loose it. 

“I LIKE this place just how it is. I like supporting people like Beatriss,” She gestures towards the dancer with a slight violence to her action, before looking away and taking a breath to CALM herself. 

Get a grip, Mary. 

“And I like how I get to be a person here. You people act like this is some dirty job, insult our clients and our SKILLS and ignore that, whatever you might think of it, maybe we actually LIKE what we do. That we enjoy the agency and control - but just because it’s not normal, we get judged for it.” 

It all comes out so fast, unable to bite it back as she lets the feelings out and falls silent, watching her friend dance as she forces herself to calm. 

Wow, since when was she so DEFENSIVE of this place? That was new. 

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“Why?” Lance was INSTANTLY on the defence as Mary’s name was mentioned - cops and feds were bad enough in his mind, but adding someone he was so PROTECTIVE over to the mix?

It’s Mary’s arm on his Lance’s arm that stops him before anything can get nasty. 

“It’s fine, he’s with me.”

Lance backs down, and Mary gives him a smile as she squeezes past and takes Will’s arm, guiding him inside of the building and staying close.

“Seriously? Did you have to flash your badge?” Mary hissed, pulling him through to the main room, sparing no attention to Beatress as she stripped in all her glory on stage - instead she leads him to a booth in the corner, settling on one side and gesturing for him to sit opposite. 

“Happy now?”

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Oh.  OH. 

Did he just call her beautiful? 

                                                 That was actually quite sweet, and Mary’s touched. 

Then the compliments KEEP COMING. Granted, she wasn’t sure Will saying she could manipulate men was meant to be pleasing to her, but she was taking it.  

It’s enough to settle her, making Mary decide she wouldn’t stick around for the lesson this time. If only because she wanted to go home and WARN the boys at the club to clear their shit and not snort their latest drug of choice. 

“Fine, but your lessons actually ARE quite good you know.” She wouldn’t admit it, but she did rather ENJOY sitting in on them, a reminder of the career she left behind and the classes she so desperately missed. 

“Later, Mr Graham.” Mary’s smug smile only means trouble as she says goodbye, and she takes the chance to dart forwards and kiss Will before she left. Dirty, getting her FILL for the moment and leaving lipstick smeared around his mouth. 

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Despite Will’s assurances, she was sure that the DA wouldn’t let the club off so lightly if they knew of ALL the illegal activities that happened within the walls. 

There was a big difference between prostitution and brutalistic torture, after all. 

“You’re such a spoilsport - is it because I’m not attractive enough?” She’s not sure she would be HURT if he said yes (Well, maybe a small blow...) after all, she works with strippers so very unlike her. Instead, the words leave her as a sort of teasing jest, trying to lighten the air and move on from darker topics. 

She would warn Billy and Lance to stay low once she got home.

“I’m hardly a sweet-talker myself, but I’m sure I can put in a good word.” And accompany him, stick to Will’s side like glue as he walked around the place. Mary wanted to know exactly what he knew, and how safe her own sadistic tendencies would be. 

She didn’t want to dispose of the Doctor, but if need be...

“And I’m pretty sure your students are coming in - what would look worse Will, me sitting in the class or me LEAVING your office right before?” With her short dress and smug smirk - she didn’t win this, there wasn’t really a winner at all, but she felt satisfied that she was at least somewhat getting her way.

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Her, an asshole?               Yeah, fair enough.

A tension takes over her body when he talks about refusing to leave Billy and the club be - she doesn’t WANT him in that part of her life, ruining what she had going for her. The sweet set-up, the good paychecks, having the men wrapped around her pinkie finger...And maybe, just maybe, a part deep inside of her didn’t want WILL to see that side of her either. To know just how DARK her morals could be tainted given the chance.

He treats her like an equal despite the barbs they threw, and she didn’t want to LOOSE that. 

The mention of pictures of her on Billy’s laptop earn an equally BRISTLY response, arms folding and lips parting - she’s surprised by that fact, visibly so, but...Well, it SOUNDED like him to be perfectly honest. Mary might have to have a word with Lance - or better yet, the twins - but it doesn’t BOTHER her as much as it should. She lost her privacy long ago. 

“All I’m asking is you CUT THEM SOME SLACK. They might be sleazy, but they’re GOOD people at heart.” Kind of. Lance more than Billy. 

She heads back to his desk and sits perches on the corner besides Will, tossing black hair over her shoulder to look at him, taking a second to simply OBSERVE in silence. 

“Having the eyes of someone LESS sleazy on you is what makes a shift worth it. If I really hated to dance and found it so TIRING, do you really think I would stay there?” That’s what she heard from the girls who really did dance regularly: that it wasn’t as bad as people thought, that many of them ENJOYED what they did. 

“If you’re insisting on going there, let me come with you. I’ll even let you have a front row seat, hmm?” And learn how to ACTUALLY do the whole dancing thing. Fuck. 

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“And I didn’t know EMPATHIC people could be such assholes, yet here we are.” 

Her annoyance remains written across her face as Will talks - up until he mentions her ‘boss’ (Billy was SO not her boss, thank you very much) - in that moment it flickers to a brief flash of anger. 

“Leave Billy out of this.” Maybe she didn’t love him, wasn’t INFATUATED with him like Billy was her, but that didn’t mean Mary didn’t at least CARE for him. In her own, fucked up way, he was almost like a little brother for her - someone to protect and roll eyes at in almost equal measure. 

Then she tilts her head and just WATCHES Will for a moment, and her expression turns into predatory grin. 

“If you want to come and watch me STRIP, you can pay just like everybody else. Or ask really, really nicely.” It wasn’t really what she did, but she can only imagine it’s what he assumed she was doing at that bar. It certainly made more sense than ‘Yeah so I stop people dying from torture’ at any rate. 

Mary stepped back into the room, one heeled foot in front of the other, before wrapping red lips around her straw and sipping at her drink, eyes glued to him for a response. 

And back to flirting, swinging in violent roundabouts from hot and cold interactions fast enough she could give herself whiplash. 

“If visiting me at that job feels so important to you, knock yourself out. But Billy and Lance might not like you much.” 

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“You? A sociopath?” She wondered if that was entirely unrealistic, and struggles to come to an answer. What WAS it with her and getting involved with men more FUCKED in the head than she was? Sweet old nana would throw a FIT.

She turns when Will takes to standing, hip to the side and leaning against his office doorframe with crossed arms. She was in no mood for this shit, but she equally was in even LESS of a mood to go home alone to sit and do nothing but exist in a state of being with no purpose or interest. 

“Well if I remember rightly, you DID crash where I work. That was how we met, after all.” A strong point, followed by the one more important to her need to CONTROL. “- And I work from home. It’s not the same.” 

She didn’t want him wandering into HER life, it was her turf and her choice. Not to mention extremely questionable. 

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“Freddie Lounds can BITE ME.” Not as kinky as her tone may suggest - and really, was Mary not the one to fight so DIRTY? - But her point remains. She didn’t care what she said, and if she was a problem?

Well, what was to stop Mary taking another approach that involved a little bloodshed? It was hardly the FIRST time, after all. Not that Will ought to know such a thing.

Then he grabs her wrist, and she RIPS it from his grasp in response, barely holding herself from landing a solid slap to his face. Nobody touched her like that if she didn’t say it was okay.

“I CAME to see YOU. There wasn’t any other reason,” She wanted to have their sharp barbs and digs at one another, to get to feel normal in a world so ill-suited to her, if only for a moment. And maybe get laid, but really that was besides the point.

“But if this is how you’re behaving? Have a nice day, Mr. Graham.” She wasn’t dealing with it, and made a move to pick up her bag once more, milkshake in hand as Mary went to make her leave. She wasn’t staying to be treated like SHIT and grabbed at in that way, Will could go fuck himself. The sarcasm lacing her tone as she left was evident, and Mary had to question if she should walk past the students. They were annoyances, sure, but she liked to play DIRTY, and Will WAS being a prick.

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The apple hits the trashcan, and her smile falls with it. 

That was just fucking RUDE. 

“I don’t care what that ginger bitch is doing Will, do you really think I pay her attention?” To her writing, to her in general - unless she was digging into Mary, why would she care about some B-rated reporter? 

“And I was hardly aiming to get anything from the Bureau in coming here either, so do you want to stop being such an ASSHOLE?” She stands then, walking to his desk with the faint click of heels and milkshake still in hand as she starts picking up his papers, flicking through them with mild curiosity. 

“You look TENSE...” And she puts the cup down to touch his arm, not backing down.

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@championoftime | From HERE

“I don’t do walk-ins. Get out.” 

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@empathicdesign | From HERE  Because I can 

Despite her insistence she wasn’t his student, Mary can’t help but find herself sat in his classroom once again, smirk on red lips as she watched Will walk in. She’s hardly aiming to be subtle with the red apple left on his desk, but subtle isn’t the POINT. 

There was something...Oddly THRILLING about it all. Playing student in front of everyone, twirling black hair in her little skirts and furs. 

Especially so when Will had no idea when she was going to make an appearance. 

When he spots her, she waves two fingers in a hello, legs crossing tighter under the front row desk. 

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