#apuresociopath

[blessedxsilence]

  ❛   did you touch yourself ?   ❜  

“I...don’t quite see how that matters...but, no.”

[drdumaurier]

@apuresociopath​ asked: ❝ why don’t you smile anymore? ❞ | things that are hard to hear

     There’s a pause in her movement accompanied by a furtive glance before she places her glass of wine back on the table. Bedelia has been expecting that question, or one similar to it, and there’s no surprise on her features when she properly turns her head to look at Hannibal. How long has he waited before asking her about it? Perhaps he has tried to find out by himself beforehand, or he has hoped that she would suddenly find enough reasons to smile. There used to be a time when she would give him the same fake smiles she gives to the world, but she has none in reserve anymore, not for him. There are enough people she has to lie to on a daily basis, she sees no reason to keep doing it with him.  

     ❝ Is there any reason that you concern yourself with this? I didn’t think that our relationship would extend to worrying about the other’s inability to smile. ❞

[opheliaximmortal]

@apuresociopath​

The sound of the heart monitor beeping away had become white noise to Mona most days, but today it seemed she could not ignore it. The sound kept interrupting her reading, especially when her heartbeat would suddenly spike. She wished there was a way to cut off the noise, finally putting down her book and giving up on reading.

Her Aunt came in, checking her IVs and vitals and telling her that she had a visitor. “Who’s coming to pay their respects this time?” She asked Rowan, listing off her cousins that frequented her hospital room when she was in sustained treatment like this. “It’s a friend of mine, from Johns Hopkins, he’d like to meet you.” Rowan eventually told her, and Mona groaned at the thought of another doctor. After prodding a bit at her Aunt, she realized the man was a therapist. Fantastic.

“I’m very tired, Rowan, I’m not in the mood for someone to poke at my brain.” She protested weakly, Rowan injecting something into her IV line. Rowan seemed to have been prepared for her reluctance, producing a brown bag that contained two muffuletta wedges and a bottle of homemade strawberry lemonade. She set the food in front of her on her tray and Mona sighed.

“Fine, send him in.” She relented, moving to unwrap one of the sandwiches. Her Aunt went to the door and stepped outside, talking to the man for a moment before sending him in. She didn’t look up at first, taking a bite and chewing before she did. When she met the man’s eyes she suddenly swallowed hard. “Hey, I’m Mona. Don’t mean to be rude, but I haven’t had real food in a couple days,” was what she got out before taking another bite.

[this-ismydesign]

@apuresociopath continued from | x |

Pacing around the body, just along the legs of the bloody mess, Will’s ears rang with assumptions. He fidgeted with his hands, rubbing his palms together in front of himself as he stared at the...the carnage before them. 

“This feels...like it’s missing pieces. Like something else is meant to be here,” he started, eyes narrowing as he leaned closer to one section of the crime scene. A keen eye taking in his surroundings. 

“There’s far too much blood here for it to just have been this one body - someone else was killed here, too.”

[apuresociopath]

[synallactic]

@apuresociopath from x

     A glass he readily accepts and by imitation alone rather than any real knowledge of wine he swirls the liquid around his glass gently watching the waves of red circle around its containment like a caged and wild thing prowling its enclosure for a way out. Eventually it settles knowing its trapped and Will feels silly for staring at it like its a living thing with a mind of its own.

     Much like the wine beneath his nose and filling his lungs with its acerbic scent there was an outside force directing his current and all its chaotic energy. His metaphorical cup felt full, violently and constantly on the edge of spilling over. Exhaling the sharp odors he sipped at the wine and let it roll over his tongue, down his throat, into his belly where it ‘warmed’ him.

     “Thank you. We compartmentalize our experiences? Let them mould us the way we learned the world when we were young? I suppose we’ve never stopped if that’s the case.” The wine draws his attention once more and he studies its vivid surface as if it would show him the answers he desperately needs only to come up empty. His brow furrows.

     “If we let our experiences shape us until the day we die what does that say about me? You? Anyone in this line of work. Looking at Crawford your theory is correct but isn’t that just an age old argument against nature over nurture?” A slight pause, he wets his tongue again and tastes the undertones of plum. He’s growing to like the flavor.

     “I’d say that nurture wins in this case.”

[cervidaemortum]

@apuresociopath

”His goal is clear enough. Each murder seems to coincide with the Ten Commandments, so we can only assume this— Ten Commandments killer— will only leave behind ten victims. The most recent killing, the woman, must have broken the ninth commandment.. Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor.. since her tongue was cut out of her mouth. A lying tongue.” Will explained his most recent case, providing gruesome pictures of the three victims in just that week. It wasn't a difficult case to figure out the motive and goals behind, in fact, the theme of which the killer was following was rather cliché yet also unique. All three victims thus far had been displayed in churches in the area, like he was punishing them as well as humiliating them by placing them in the house of God, with their bodies mangled and their apparent sins laid bare. ”.. It's as though he– he views himself as some wrathful god inflicting his punishment upon those whom turned to sin.” He continued as he slowly paced back and forth, despite the clarity he had in the man's goal, he was still trying to piece together why, what motivated him.. Perhaps, he could be seeking glory in the eyes of God but— no, that couldn't be so. He himself would be going against him in his actions.. Regardless, the first two were most likely personal. The first victims almost always were. ”Or.. those of whom have done wrong by him.. This could have been his way of exacting his revenge but now, now he's acquired a taste for it. That could be the reasoning behind our third victim.”

[apuresociopath]