;;we are not our scars

[scars show us where we have been, they do not dictate where we are going.] [indie david rossi rp/ask blog. I don't claim any images or art posted on this blog as my own]

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send me a six word story describing my muse.

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David Rossi - Watershed

While you were building your empires / I was still sleeping

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Your muse just walked in on mine holding a newborn baby. How does yours react?

[rxdwine]

[rxdwine]

   then we heard him s p e a k ———————-

     ”CAN I STILL GET INTO HEAVEN IF I  K I L L MYSELF?”

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Fine Wine // Rossi + Lecter

[rxdwine]

         Subconsciously, Rossi’s eyes flew up and down across the woman’s body, to determine whether she were a threat or not. He concluded she’d aged like a fine wine—educated and something he enjoyed. When he retracted his hand, it slid into his pocket, hardly concerned with the case file at his hip. He was glad for the distraction.

         He gave a small chuckle at her words. “Oh, no, just trying to explain something to someone who didn’t want to listen, but it’s all good,” he muttered, his voice sinking lower with the annoyance laced into the chords of his voice.

         Dark eyebrows rose in slight surprise at the woman. Crawford hadn’t spoke of her, only of someone he knew that could help with some cases that the BAU had acquired. Suddenly, recognition flashed in his eyes. “Oh, i think I’ve heard of your work? Sorry, I tend to forget a lot from old age,” he joked, tapping his index finger to his temple three times. A small smile split his lips. “So, you wanted to ask something, right?”

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Hannibal was aware of his gaze, but she was dealing with a man who worked for the FBI. And at least he didn’t seem condescending. She had dealt with a fair amount of federal employees, and sometimes they managed to be terribly rude. David Rossi’s presence was a nice change of pace. She carefully adjusted her things in her arms, smoothing out her skirt with her free hand.

“I find that people tend to get that way. Best to just put ‘em in the fryer and move on.” She smiled at her own joke, tilting her head slightly. He was a well-dressed man, nice taste in shoes. And his natural touch-of-gray suited him well.

Hannibal laughed at his comment, “Oh, I wouldn’t say you’re old, Agent Rossi. But I couldn’t say whether you have heard of me or not,” she said with a gentle smile. When he mentioned her question, she couldn’t help but laugh. The mention of a question was initially to have a reason to talk to him, but now she had to come up with something. “This may seem odd, but … How do you feel about wine?” Dr. Lecter looked up at him with a smile in her eyes. “Of course, assuming you aren’t busy.”

[rxdwine]

         The woman's calming aura was a nice change from what had recently been occurring across the room, where the arrogant cop he'd been talking too had shuffled away from. The woman was different, more nurturing, if to be put that way. Her graceful smiles seemed to come naturally to her skin.

         His hands found their way to adjusting his tie and shuffling his feet in almost nervousness, which was peculiar for his personality. He was known to be confident and organized, not a mess of nerves. He blamed it on the woman's way of speaking or the playful gaze that touched her eyes. When he heard her question, Rossi cracked a grin and sent her one of his own smiles. At least someone had good taste.

        "Doctor, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were asking me out on a date, and that's usually my forte," he sends her a wink, before standing straight, a few good inches taller than her petite stature. "But I wouldn't say no to red wine. And David is just fine."

[kimberlyn-breanne]

This or that? Criminal Minds Characters

↳ Erin Strauss or David Rossi

“Life is a hell of a thing to happen to a person.”

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                   It doesn’t matter if you are a man or something else entirely

                                                    if you touch my loved ones

                                                                                   I will kill you…

[rxdwine]

❝You learn to live without.❞ And there was a hint of sympathy in Henry's voice. -- gxdcxmplex

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          Many people already do.

[rxdwine]

❝Are people born wicked? Or do they have wickedness thrust upon them?❞

[meme]

          I believe…it’s an influence, sometimes. I                             mean, no-one’s going to do something                            horrible when they know it’s horrible. We                            all want to believe we’re doing the right                            thing in our lives.           Sometimes it’s not that easy though.

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Fine Wine // Rossi + Lecter

[rxdwine]

          Explaining had never come easy towards David Rossi, in his views. As well as trying to explain the code of a fibonacci sequence and explain how it tied in with an unsub case years ago, it wasn’t easy since the person in question was hardly listening. Giving a sigh, the older man threw the file downwards in frustration, making the younger agent jump at the hard ‘thwack’ it gave. The older sent him a narrowed look before gesturing to the file, saying if he wouldn’t listen, he might as well read.

          He turned on his heel in annoyance, and strode across the bullpen of the room. Another case file sat on his desk that had been acquired in the circle of desks in the BAU. Small mutters escaped his mouth, talking of insolence and laziness under his breath. Situating himself against the desk, his dark eyes scanned over the printed ink mindlessly, hardly taking in the facts and statistics of the murder at hand.

          His head tilted up at the sound of the voice addressing him. His eyebrows rose in surprise. Standing up, he sent her a kind smile and took her hand in his, shaking it in greeting. “Nice to meet you, Doctor. I’m David Rossi. And of course, ask away.”

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Dr. Lecter hadn’t had much time to think of a reasonable excuse for approaching the agent. She considered having him for dinner, but she didn’t know him yet. Besides, she didn’t know what to make. As she walked towards the man, she considered her options. She had read his book, she had a connection with the FBI, she appreciated the finer things in life just like him.

When Agent Rossi shook her hand, Hannibal smiled, and inhaled deeply. Agitation. She wondered what had just unfolded before she intervened. “I’m sorry to interrupt, I’m sure you are busy.” She folded her arms across her chest, holding her jacket to her. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Agent Rossi. You seem to be well-known here, around the FBI.” She spent a moment thinking about what Freddie Lounds would say about him if she wrote an article.

"I consult with Agent Jack Crawford every so often, I figured I would see you around. I’m a psychiatrist from Baltimore." Hannibal explained, watching the older man carefully. She could get along with him. He had a kind face and tired eyes; he had seen a lot of horrors in his life. She could only imagine the stories he would be able to tell. Of course, Hannibal’s stories were remarkable as well, theatrical. But she couldn’t tell an FBI agent about cutting off a trainees arm and hiding her in a remote location. That might compromise things.

[rxdwine]

         Subconsciously, Rossi's eyes flew up and down across the woman's body, to determine whether she were a threat or not. He concluded she'd aged like a fine wine--educated and something he enjoyed. When he retracted his hand, it slid into his pocket, hardly concerned with the case file at his hip. He was glad for the distraction.

         He gave a small chuckle at her words. "Oh, no, just trying to explain something to someone who didn't want to listen, but it's all good," he muttered, his voice sinking lower with the annoyance laced into the chords of his voice.

         Dark eyebrows rose in slight surprise at the woman. Crawford hadn't spoke of her, only of someone he knew that could help with some cases that the BAU had acquired. Suddenly, recognition flashed in his eyes. "Oh, i think I've heard of your work? Sorry, I tend to forget a lot from old age," he joked, tapping his index finger to his temple three times. A small smile split his lips. "So, you wanted to ask something, right?"

[nixreginam-blog]

200 starters you can use

just a bunch of random starters from various sources (my spotify playlists, books, random commentary, tv shows and such). more under the cut!

[nixreginam-blog]

❝You swore that you would always love me.❞

❝I was a fool to ever love you.

❝There’s always a chance that at the next corner you turn, you’ll change your life.❞

❝Hush! He’s/She’s asleep.❞

❝Do you want to build a snowman?❞

❝That’s not my name.❞

❝I was blessed with beauty & rage.❞

❝It’s all for you. Everything I do.❞

❝There is no such thing as Hell. The world we live in is hell enough.❞

❝What the fuck?❞

❝I mean for seventy to eighty-five minutes.❞

❝Oh hell.❞

❝Let’s go party on the rooftop, underneath the sky.❞

❝This is the hour, I swore I’d see.❞

❝I still believe.❞

❝We can send a hazmat team to get your things.❞

❝Why me? What’s your plan?❞

❝I can’t help her/him! No one can!❞

❝Are people born wicked? Or do they have wickedness thrust upon them?❞

❝I’m not here as a friend, I have a job to do.❞

❝I hear your voice in the darkness, but the words aren’t yours.❞

❝Do you trust me?❞

❝Oh… just you?❞

❝Where are your visions now?❞

❝Get out of my way.❞

❝Gather your belongings. And hurry.❞

❝You will not touch him!❞

❝If you want the reason, I will show you now.❞

❝You learn to live without.❞

❝I’m not looking for anyone. I just completed protracted legal process to extricate myself from someone.❞

❝They are not nice, they’re mostly noise.❞

❝They swear like men, they screw like boys.❞

❝It feels like a faithful day, doesn’t it?❞

❝A scene I can’t erase.❞

❝Hi? … Bye?❞

❝But all that I’ve been through, can’t make my dream come true.❞

❝A dream I long to find.❞

❝I will not cry, I will not think.❞

❝If they hurt me, I’ll just close my eyes and see the movie in my mind.❞

❝They kill like men, they die like boys.❞

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                      Excuse me, what did you say?                                      I cant hear you I have an ear                                      disease called I don't fucking care.

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Fine Wine // Rossi + Lecter

rxdwine

Dr. Hannibal Lecter had entered Quantico with a lot on her mind. Jack Crawford had called, and she had been reluctant to come in. Apparently, Alana Bloom had recommended her to the agent for Will Graham’s psychiatrist. Dr. Lecter had heard of Mr. Graham, a bright minded ex-cop, current FBI professor. He was brilliant, but wasn’t one for the limelight. His field work was strictly as a consultant. And even consulting was a lot for him. She knew he had Asperger’s and a lot more empathy than the average human. But she didn’t know much else. Of course, the doctor was one for reading up on geniuses, but she just could not find a lot of information on Graham.

Her initial meeting with him went just fine that day. She knew she could use him for her own games with Crawford and his disdain for her would mellow out. She had left Jack’s office with a bright outlook. Things were going uphill for Dr. Hannibal Lecter. She wouldn’t be caught. Once she had concluded her day, she walked from Jack’s office and began her way back through the hallways. There were many people she had heard of around here. Profilers, agents, doctors … All people who she could blame for her murders.

As she started towards the front doors, she caught glimpse of a couple agents standing on the far side of the room. She quickly pulled her phone out and put it to her ear. “Hello?” she said, faking a call. Her eyes were trained across the room on a man who she had seen before. Agent David Rossi, a profiler for the FBIs well-known BAU. She had read his book when he released it, fascinated with the man before she knew him. She knew she couldn’t resist saying something. She ended her fake phone call, putting it back in her purse. Hannibal walked directly across the bullpen, heading straight for the man. As she reached him, she smiled in a friendly manner. “Hello,” she started, glancing at the people he had been talking to before. “I’m Dr. Hannibal Lecter. I was wondering if I could take a moment of your time.”

[rxdwine]

          Explaining had never come easy towards David Rossi, in his views. As well as trying to explain the code of a fibonacci sequence and explain how it tied in with an unsub case years ago, it wasn't easy since the person in question was hardly listening. Giving a sigh, the older man threw the file downwards in frustration, making the younger agent jump at the hard 'thwack' it gave. The older sent him a narrowed look before gesturing to the file, saying if he wouldn't listen, he might as well read.

          He turned on his heel in annoyance, and strode across the bullpen of the room. Another case file sat on his desk that had been acquired in the circle of desks in the BAU. Small mutters escaped his mouth, talking of insolence and laziness under his breath. Situating himself against the desk, his dark eyes scanned over the printed ink mindlessly, hardly taking in the facts and statistics of the murder at hand.         

          His head tilted up at the sound of the voice addressing him. His eyebrows rose in surprise. Standing up, he sent her a kind smile and took her hand in his, shaking it in greeting. "Nice to meet you, Doctor. I'm David Rossi. And of course, ask away."