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“In Hiroshima green plants push up through ashes to the light. If you are scorched earth, I will be warm rain." {An indie rp blog for the character Lady Murasaki from Thomas Harris' series Hannibal, based in both Hannibal Rising & NBC Hannibal Tracking the tag: murasakiojou}

[murasakiojou]

out of flowers ; PSA

Eyoooo so as everyone has probably noticed I haven't been all that active on Murasaki (my muse for her keeps coming and going and I just asudhansdas) uwu I'm afraid I'm going to have to put her on a semi-hiatus as I'll probably only come visit and attempt drafts every Friday/Saturday uwu and put them out as often as I can uwu 

So yeah uwu you're all beautiful and I love you so much - if you need to find me I'll always be right *here* also always feel free to hit me up in my inbox or on skype if you have it :3

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[cannibalistically-yours]

[cannibalistically-yours]

Thank you. It really is a weight off my chest to know that this world still has you in it, Lady Murasaki.

[murasakiojou]

"Oh, my goodness my dear Hannibal -- you flatter too much. I am nothing so exalted, merely a firefly on the edge of its own extinction, trying to desperately shine my light before expiring indefinitely." 

[peeking-behind-the-curtain]

Hannibal~ if I may inquire as to the nature of your relationship between you and Miss. Bloom~?

Hannibal smiled pleasantly at Murasaki. “Alana?” He asked, first-naming her as she had done once with the Inspector. “I was a mentor to her, and she to me. We both learned a great deal from each other and have a professional interest in one another.” He stopped a moment, eyes scanning hers for a sign of her response. “I respect her. May I ask why this sudden curiosity in Dr. Bloom?”

[peeking-behind-the-curtain]

The smirk in Hannibal’s eyes grew. He knew now. She had given herself away. There wasn’t a single chance she was still unresponsive to the things he was saying. She cared too much about him—for him to not concern herself with those in his inner circle.

"I’m glad you think so," he replied, the smirk beginning to show on his face.

[murasakiojou]

The smirk grew on Hannibal's face and it was something that irked Murasaki - of course he knew - either it was painfully obvious or a deduction that he had drawn from the way she was acting. Any which way, it was atypical for Murasaki and silently she wondered she was making herself too obvious to Hannibal. It was something that would have to be remedied - after all, she had to maintain at least a little air of mystery. 

"Of course, dear Hannibal. If they are the people that please and make you happy, then I cannot complain. As long as they are not rude -- that's all I can ask for," Murasaki finally replied, touching at his cheeks gently as if to discourage the smirk.

"One day a terrible wind will blow and your face will get stuck like that." 

[murasakiojou]

Inspector Popil.

Ask my muse questions about their relationship with another character.

"What of my relationship with him, Hannibal?" 

"He has his uses, especially where you are concerned. Besides, he is a kind man, despite his apparent overeagerness.

…is that a touch of jealousy I detect in your voice, Hannibal?” 

[peeking-behind-the-curtain]

Hannibal smiled faintly and his eyes narrowed slightly at her physical response. Had anyone else done that, he’d have thought it rude, but that was not like Murasaki. She was not rude; never to him. What she excelled at was having hidden meanings in everything, be it touch, speech, or even so much as a look.

This was something Hannibal had learned well over the years.

"Not quite," he replied softly, scanning her features.

[murasakiojou]

The words rang in Murasaki's ears and she turned slightly towards him. Hannibal, unfulfilled? How rare. He was always the type of person to do things fully and with an applied effort - for Hannibal to feel unfulfilled somewhere was like hearing an incomplete masterpiece. It was strange, and unwanted. 

"Now what could you have feeling unfulfilled, Hannibal~?" She asked with a slight smile. Murasaki herself had always enjoyed the idea of being complete -- although pieces may have broken off from time to time. 

[devourtheimpolite]

"You mean everything to me."

He had never thought he would have heard those words coming from her mouth. When they had last been together, everything she had said to him had been quite the opposite.

If he were anybody else, the smallest of smiles would have graced his lips. However, Hannibal only wore the same expression as he always did, unwavering as always.

"And I could say the same about you."

[devourtheimpolite]

He didn’t mind in the slightest with Lady Murasaki watching him work at the rice ball. Hannibal was used to watching people him cook as though it were hypnotising, and so making one rice ball with the eyes of a woman so dear to him was not in the least distracting.

All he could do as he worked on the rice ball was wonder as to what Lady Murasaki was thinking. Was she thinking of the way he was making the rice ball, either of how well he was doing or how he could improve? Or was she thinking about the man himself, whether it be in regards to the past that the two of them had spent together, of the present that they were in at the current time, or perhaps even the future that they could spend together, that was possible between them? Hannibal wasn’t going to be the one to pry into Lady Murasaki’s thoughts, as thoughts were a private thing to be shared if one wished it to be so, not for somebody to look through and ask about, and read as they pleased.

“I would be more than happy for you to attend one of my dinner parties one day,” Hannibal said. That was, of course, aside from the private dinner that the two would be sharing in some time in the future, and only if Lady Murasaki deemed that it would be a good idea.

Though Lady Murasaki didn’t know in which other ways Hannibal Lecter may have lived on through reputation. Granted, he would live on for perhaps a single generation through his wonderful dinner parties and psychiatric work, though that wouldn’t be the only way he would live on. Hannibal Lecter would live on by another name for many generations; even if it wasn’t Hannibal Lecter that wouldn’t be remembered, the Chesapeake Ripper would certainly make do.

Hannibal couldn’t help but to give something of a smile at Lady Murasaki’s observation – he truly did take pride in anything he made. “I am glad that you enjoy it,” he replied.

[murasakiojou]

Smiling to herself at Hannibal’s words, the Lady absent-mindedly twirled strands of black hair in between her long delicate fingers. It was an action was usually more befitting on young women but seemed  to be just as endearing on someone like Murasaki. The way that Hannibal seemed to have made something as simple as a rice ball was rather mesmerizing to her but it was something she chose not to dwell on - after all, he was before her now and they seemed to be smiling like there was no cares in the world - like they had no sense of time and they were the only ones dwelling in the bubble that had seemed to have formed around them. 

"Only if you would have me - I wouldn’t want to impose after all~" She said gently, other hand coming to pat Hannibal’s arm gently before stepping off the stool and moving to stand next to him at the counter. With a slight tilt of her head, the Lady Murasaki gestured for him to make more while she would play the part of observer. 

His words made her quirk an eyebrow upwards and a look of bemusement fell over her face, almost as if she were unsure how to react to his words. “Hannibal, it is something you have made and offered for me to have exclusively - there is nothing more wonderful than being able to taste the love and the effort that another person puts into their food,” Murasaki said before looking at Hannibal, hand brushing some of the hair away from his face. 

"It would have been impolite to consider it as anything less than perfection - even if you think it is just a simple rice ball." 

[murasakiojou]

Quand en France || unconventionalpsychiatrist

[unconventionalpsychiatrist-blog]

Past traumas were not easily forgotten, and they were always difficult to work around. However, in Paris, she knew that there was a lesser chance of somebody harming her. Not because the people were less dangerous, of course, but there was nobody she knew that could possibly have the intention of harming her for any reasons they had, and as long as she kept to the daylight and busier streets, nobody would dare to attack somebody in public.

Having not needed to worry about anybody that may harm her, Bedelia had enjoyed her day for the most part, and had returned home in a mood better than she had felt for some time.

When she arrived home, Bedelia found her door to already be open. She knew that she hadn’t left it open, and that somebody must have been inside – an unwanted visitor, no less.

It was at that point that past traumas came back to her. She attempted to remain quiet, just in case somebody was inside, though her ragged breathing defied her, and she could have sworn that the beating of her heart was audible.

Her footfalls weren’t exactly quiet, either; heels weren’t made for stealth, and there was a small part of her that wished that they allowed for such. If somebody was inside they would certainly be able to hear her, and she could only wish that they weren’t paying attention to her.

Making her way around she soon arrived to the balcony, where a cool breeze made its way through the already ajar doors, and an unknown woman could be seen. Bedelia stood silently for a moment, gazing to the woman and information running through her head. She supposed that the woman didn’t seem that she would be of any harm, and allowed herself to speak up.

“You shouldn’t be in here.”

[murasakiojou]

The voice behind her wasn't entirely frightening - after all, the Lady had expected that the owner of the house would be back after some time to find her inside.There was no point in being subtle or hiding her intentions, although to be quite honest Murasaki had nothing malicious in mind. 

"An open door is an invitation to intruders, and while I have no bad intentions towards you, my dear Lady, one would think that you would be more careful." Lady Murasaki said softly, adjusting the sleeves of her light cardigan over her summer dress. It was Summer and hot, but it was something that didn't seem to bother Murasaki - seemingly more concerned with covering up her pale complexion. 

Facing the blonde woman before her - a remarkable beauty, she was convinced - the Lady offered up a semblance of a smile to her. "You must forgive me, usually I am not so brazenly rude, especially to what one might consider a neighbor." She continued, closing the distance between herself and the blonde.

Even up close, her beauty was somewhat striking - if not a little intimidating. Her beauty was belied by the fact that there was an edge of cold in her, as if getting any closer would freeze the other. It was a cold that Murasaki herself wasn't entirely unaware of.

"I am Murasaki - or, as you might hear from others, the Lady Murasaki. It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Madame...?"  

[murasakiojou]

out of flowers

/Self-imposed hiatus ends today/tomorrow yaaaaay I didn’t even tell anyone ahahahahahhaaaaa so yes, drafts should be done sometime today when MUN CAN FINALLY BREATH AFTER THAT EPISODE GDI

[murasakiojou]

/going to try get at least 3-4 drafts out today before rolling around the other accounts because work is boring but there is a lot of it to be done

[boomcameoss]

this shot is so hot 

fuck hannibal but like FUCK hannibal

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x x

[murasakiojou]

out of flowers

/Self-imposed hiatus ends today/tomorrow yaaaaay I didn't even tell anyone ahahahahahhaaaaa so yes, drafts should be done sometime today when MUN CAN FINALLY BREATH AFTER THAT EPISODE GDI

[smuchshypush]

[murasakiojou]

Out of flowers

(Mun will be online later to *finally* do all the drafts she owes ahabqkNskkzsbj)

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[greggaraki]

Hannibal literally checking out his own ass

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HAHAHAH IM GOING TO HELL LIKE REALLY REALLY FAST

[murasakiojou]

/omg you two no