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“ I am feeling uncharacteristically torpid, as of late.’
“ Has your nightmare brought such a state of being ? ”
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“ I am feeling uncharacteristically torpid, as of late.’
“ Has your nightmare brought such a state of being ? ”
“I'm just ... Tired.”
Badass Ladies of Hannibal | Dr. Bedelia Du Maurier
ofliesandarborgold said: /I can never get enough of that gif…
just like me ... just like me c: and i'm sorry that my reply will be so late !
“— Don't move ! ”
You may not believe me now, but you will.
NEW HANNIBAL PROMO - for those outside the U.S.
//oh come on
they’re sitting down and still chilton is like a tiny baby midget creature
isoutthere started following you.
Anonymously tell me how you feel about me. I can't reply, I just have to read it and post it.
“— I'm sorry but I wasn't listening ... ”
[hannibal meme] 6 outfits ► [1/6] that freaking coat
Petyr remained, eyes watching her carefully even as she spoke. Promising what he knew were lies— and yet he ignored them. Foolish, he knew, to ignore her lies. But something told him that to press for them would be even more foolish. As Bedelia spoke again he straightened a bit more, something being recovered as her form stood and moved off towards the kitchen. Though he didn’t move, a vibration in his pocket caused him to pull out his phone, looking upon the texts as he quickly answered and put it upon the counter.
Lies upon lies, he thought, having ditched his date at that pub.
Just as she had predicted. Although, he ditched them for her. Always for her. ❝ — you cook now? ❞ He asked, a small smile upon his face as he came about the counter where she stood, teasing, ❝ Cold or not, I am sure I’ll enjoy it none the less. ❞ Petyr added, his eyes locked on her.
Her thin finger turned on a white ipod, lying proudly on a gleaming marble. Beethoven's breath began to spread its words. Like the tongues full of desire that can not be caught. Bedelia pulled out of a hot oven the juicy roast, browned on the outside. She took a deep breath, carefully. A delicious smell filled her nostrils. ❝ — only for my special guests. ❞
A small smile crossed her lips when Bedelia replied. She began to prepare the meal. ❝ But I'm sure that a slight grimace would please the view of your face and tell me about your enjoyment. Cold or not. ❞ Finally the roast was presenting itself on a plate. ❝ Would you take this ? ❞ The meat was waiting for Petyr's hands. Doctor du Maurier took two envelopes where the cutlery were hiding their silver bodies. ❝ I usually eat in the company of music so forgive me, dear, that I'm using you as my helper. ❞
“Thank you—— how have you been?”
“I've seen better days—
—i bought you a beer, Natasha. You asked me about a bottle, right ?”
"What do you know?"
"What should I know ?"