#bevisangue

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my nap turned into a 'let's catch up on sleep' fest. gomen. xD in other news i'm here so bug me if you'd like a thread as i do owed starters.

[cagedcuckoo-blog]

{unable to cope. [closed @ bevisangue]

Still to that minute, Daisy Buchanan couldn't believe she was... alone.

Jay was dead, or so she heard. Attending the funeral? No, she... she wouldn't. She couldn't. It would be suicide. She had a daughter after all, a little girl to take care of and nurture and a husband to tend after and speak of the cooling sun with--...

Or rather, she had.

The blonde found herself with copious amount of time to spend dwelling of what could have been and what never was. What never would be. Daisy Gatsby-- never to be. Never was. She still had difficulty grasping it all. She couldn't-- not on her own, at least. Her heart simply couldn't take it.

She waited, sitting down in a nice, plush chair as she did so. A therapist huh... Even the spunky blonde felt as if she was being a bit dramatic by going to one, but she simply needed someone to talk too. Jordan was... she was unfortunately more accessory than a friend. Daisy hated that. She wished so much she had a friend to confide in. Now she was just getting desperate.

But was she ready?

She heard a faint 'come in' resound from behind the door, and immediately the short haired blonde put on her happy mask and walked in with confidence. It was something she was simply too used to doing. The young woman must have seemed to fake... But it was simply the way her past-marriage had to be. All smiles and kisses and hugs, even after Tom's cavorting-- well, not that she was innocent either, thanks to Jay.

 "Hello! I'm Daisy Buchanan. You must be Dr. Lecter. Wonderful to meet you, truly wonderful!" the blonde chirruped, and she held a hand out to shake.

[daughterofwincest-blog]

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bevisangue

Offices made MJ uncomfortable. She'd spent a fair amount of times in offices-principle's offices, doctor's offices, school counselor's offices- and all of them were the same to her. A little too clean, with an uncomfortable air that made her skin crawl and the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She didn't even want to be here. She had begged that Sam come, but they told her that she would be more believable and would probably make the man-some Dr. Lecter- more comfortable than if they came in pretending to be FBI, as they would have without her. So here she was, pacing as she waited for him to get done with the appointment before hers, notebook held close, prepared to pretend to be a typical college student, interested in the story of Hannibal Lecter and the life he'd had; more specifically, the work he'd been doing with the FBI and a certain Will Graham in their search for the Chesapeake Ripper.  She didn't understand why they'd taken a sudden interest, but Daddy and Papa had insisted that, since there was always organs missing, that must mean that it was something supernatural. Perhaps a werewolf, though the heart wasn't ever the only thing missing. She wasn't about to question their logic. So she tried to stay calm and collected as she waited, though her nervousness was probably very evident in her continual glances to the clock and her inability to actually sit still.