#bedelia.

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BEDELIA DU MAURIER: I THOUGHT I HEARD YOU COME IN. 'and here i thought i was being quiet,' he finds her in their suite, her hair still damp from when she had bathed. the man is just pulling his jacket on, his tie done perfectly around his neck. he only stops to stare at bedelia when he's fully in the room. self preservation would do wonders to a person. make them do things they weren't equipped for. survival was the humans most natural, most base instinct, and bedelia has been surviving for some time, now - even before accompanying hannibal to italy. the doctor, of course, believes there's more to it than that. that there might be a part of her that's keeping her enjoyance of this a secret. he wouldn't prove that fact quite yet, but hannibal intended to do so. hands clasp in front of him as hanibal gives a small grin down to her. 'i thought we could take a walk. there is a park nearby, not too far - we can go together,' @drstcrture.

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what a lovely way to burn. a web weave feat. @drstcrture. ( board )

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WES HICKS: I CAN FEEL MY NERVES CLICKING LIKE, UH, ROLLER COASTER COGS, PULLING UP TO THE INEVITABLE LONG PLUNGE. so much trauma for such a young man. bedelia, of course, has seen it before, but it never gets any easier. as much as she keeps her emotions from plaguing professional opinions, she's only human - she feels empathy pushing against her words as they leave her mouth. 'it's natural for those with post traumatic stress disorder to feel as if they are waiting for the proverbial other shoe to drop. you cannot allow yourself to relax or rest because your body believes it must stay alert to keep itself alive, even when there is no apparent threat,' the doctor folds her hands in her lap, keeping her features level and calm. 'tell me, wes - how have you been sleeping? are you having nightmares?' @starludes.

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the fake dr. roman fell adjusts his tie in the mirror, the image reflecting upon him one of grace and superiority. suit is made of the finest material, shoes nice italian leather, cologne french, bespoke and understated - he's refused to give up the things that meant the most to him all these years. bowtie is perfectly tought around his neck, hannibal adjusting already perfect cuff links before he catches another's reflection in the mirror. that of the woman wearing the name of lydia fell, a wife. hannibal barely pauses, eyes meeting hers only briefly in the mirror before he turns, grabbing for his suit jacket to finish readying himself. 'would you like help with the zipper on your dress?' he speaks first, expression ginteel. 'turn around, please,' @frightes.

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( WILL GRAHAM ): YOU DEVELOP RELATIONSHIPS WITH PEOPLE WHO ARE PRONE TO VIOLENCE. sometimes, sitting across from will graham, bedelia thinks she's looking into a distorted mirror. like if she raised her hand, his, too, would lift into the air, wave at her in some mocking way. doctor du maurier crosses one leg over the other, slowly, deliberately taking her time so she can try to read will's features. she thinks he has a sinister amusement etched into the lines of his face. like he's taunting her. and perhaps he is. but does he not realize he is the same as her, in so many ways? ' doesn't the taste of hypocrisy feel bitter on your tongue? ' she questions lowly, hands laid on the arms of her leather chair. when bedelia had told will to make an appointment with her to discuss whatever it is that he wanted to discuss ( she knew it was hannibal ; it would always be hannibal ), she was mildly surprised he had actually done so. to pay her to talk about the monster they had both encountered - it all seemed rather desperate. ' you seem to have a - warped view of what we've both been through, when in reality, we are one in the same, ' she takes a breath, leaning back in her seat. ' we were both drawn to the devil, and we ended up in hell. from where i'm sitting, it seems as if only one of us is still there, ' @herencias.