#c. matthew

[eatrude]

@mobbedhawk  / sc.  ↳ song: prick !  goes the scorpions tail ( the devils carnival ) 

“ Oh love, it is foolish and green -- How quickly we forget the sting.   What a pretty and dangerous line.   What bitter yet delicious wine. “  

[adauntlessangel]

Trouble In Paradise | Matthew

@unscriptedloses didn’t ask for this but here you go.

It’d been a couple months since Matthew and Emilia moved in together, and a couple months since someone broke into her apartment. Or would trashed be a more proper accusation? Regardless, she and Matthew seemed to be moving forward in their relationship and everything seemed to be fine. Nothing crazy, and nothing intense happening since then. Well, that Emilia was aware of at least. Following Matthew’s orders though, she did try to take a different route to work everyday and only went to a handful of coffee shops at the random. She just assumed he was being over-protective and Emilia didn’t see a reason to truly argue with him. Until today that is. She’d been driving down the highway at a good 65 mph and realized when she tried to slow down... her brakes weren’t working. “What the heck?” Emilia mumbled softly and immediately starting pumping her breaks only to little to no avail. “Shit..shit..” Emilia started freaking out and immediately took her foot off of the accelerator, trying her hardest to slow the car down. Though this seemed to not do much of anything and it was quite clear Emilia wasn’t going to be stopping. 

She tried as hard as she could pushing her foot on the pedal and for some reason her car just wouldn’t stop. So she was weaving in an out of traffic at high speeds because 1, Emilia didn’t want to hurt anyone, and 2, she was trying to slow down. However when someone cut in front of her and Emilia swerved to not hit them, she hit a tree instead. Immediately her airbags deployed and she was knocked out from the impact. 

Waking up in the hospital bed, things were all a bit fuzzy at first.  She had bruises on her cheeks from the airbag, her ribs ached from her seatbelt having done it’s job...and her head hurt. Her left arm was bandaged because it had been cut when her window exploded and sliced her arm and a couple little cuts here and there on her face. Emilia’s bottom lip was split in the corner and she honestly felt like she’d been stomped on by an Elephant. Mathew had been called because he was on her Emergency Contact list and perhaps not to Emilia, but to the officers and people in Matthew’s inner circle, this had been done on purpose. Her brake wires cut and someone did something to her engine to keep it from reducing in speed. All in all, someone had tried to kill her, or at the very least they were trying to send a message. With an IV on her hand, Emilia was trying to sit up when Matthew walked in and she frowned at the sight of him. He looked so worried. “I’m okay..” She croaked immediately, wishing to reassure him but she winced as pain seized her chest and she coughed. “Was anyone hurt?” Was her next question, figure it to be Emilia..rather than asking about herself, she was concerned for others.

[pcrimo-blog]

@jvdicivm !

‘ You know where he was for MOST of my birthdays ? A little place that rhymes with “ not there. ” ’

[eatrude]

@mobbedhawk / sc.  ↳ song: fading light ( aviators ) 

“ Fear not the dark or the monsters, my friend -- brace for the feast of humanity's end. “  His voice is a low gravel, the creaking of BRANCHES, their sway in the breeze.  HE KNOWS MATTHEW but naturally, in this particular form it isn’t as though Matthew would know him by sight.  Not likely by voice but he’s CLEVER and there’s a subtle accent FAMILIAR lingering under the cadence of deep voice.  ( He doesn’t mean harm.  He ought too -- this would be an easy way to be rid of a problem, but he doesn’t. ) 

[eatrude]

!!! a kiss that draws blood.

send 💔 for a random kiss || accepting !   18 . a  kiss  that  draws  blood.

The advance is, firstly, UNWANTED.  When Matthew kisses him Hannibal SNAPS his teeth in a vicious show of malice.  His assailant hasn’t the time to draw back -- he’s lucky his bottom lip is only cut and not ripped completely away.  Hannibal gives an unwelcome and feral noise in answer -- it’s primarily a knee - jerk reaction, a show of animal instinct and hostility at lips on his that he has given no permission.  Hannibal narrows his gaze at Matthew, remembering his face with ease.  ( There are two scars, twins, upon each wrist that he considers to be WILL’S scars upon him -- though it was not Will’s hand that dealt them. ) 

His next instinct is to snap his neck.  

He suppresses that one, though his eyes narrow with chilled and frigid frost, set hard and calculating.  He’s not been caught unawares this time, but Hannibal has never been one to underestimate an enemy. 

“ I see someone let you out.  I’m surprised no one called to let me know.  One would think I’d be of a concern to them.  What do you want, Matthew? “  With caution and eyes that seek familiar potential weapons around his office in a discreet sweep, he keeps his attention on the potential attacker.  “ If you’ve come to finish what you started, perhaps you should have kept your element of surprise.  It worked fairly well for you last time. “