#casuisity

[welcomeoblivicn]

He’s not sure how he somehow managed to get drunker since falling into bed with Hannibal, but it’s definitely happened. Or maybe now that he’s gotten an orgasm out of the way and expelled all that pent-up sexual tension, how fucked up he really is has become more noticeable. Either way, it’s all he can do but lay there with his head on Hannibal’s chest, trying to decide if he should stumble into the bathroom and try vomiting. 

Will huffs, shifting to press his face into the space where Hannibal’s neck and shoulder meet. He didn’t mean to get this wasted. He may even have the decency to be embarrassed, but credit where credit’s due. Will’s never had any reason to feel judged by Hannibal.

“The room’s spinning.”

@casuisity​

[opheliaximmortal]

@casuisity

Mona sat in the waiting room, doing her deep breathing as she waited for the door to the office to open. She hated this, hated going to a new therapist just because she was out of town. But, her usual doctor was moving offices and couldn’t stay on the phone with her for long, and had referred her to this place. “You’ll like Dr. Lecter. He’s known for his unorthodox approach and I think it might help.” She didn’t count on it.

Really, she just needed some Xanax, or some medical grade pot. She’d had panic attacks before, they just weren’t usually in the middle of a board room. That was usually where she felt most in control, most at home, and the worst part was she had no idea what had set her off. She nervously played with one of her red curls and looked up as the door finally opened.

[mindrevise]

@casuisity  /  starter call!

               OUT   FOR   BLOOD,   it   was   time   will   spilt   what   hannibal   VICIOUSLY   spread   from   victim   to   victim   and   then   FALSELY   LABELING    his   innocence.   he   was   FURIOUS,   he   was   UNNERVED...   but   the   fold   had   fallen   and   he   now   saw   hannibal   for   what   he   truly   was  ━━  A   MONSTER.          

                                             “  hello dr. lecter..  ”

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@casuisity

     He stands at the edge of disaster, lost in the frequency of a voice too familiar. Alone in a world full of billions. Feet planted firmly in the melting snow around him, toes unpleasantly numb, aching in the new Kenneth Cole’s Hannibal had insisted looked better on him than the rack he’d been eyeing for its pretentious air rather than the sleek design. At least he looked the part here, among the elites of Cuba in their gaudy dresses, haute fashion suits, glittering jewelry. He’d never lost that contemptuous hatred of the monetarily blessed. No, maybe that was too strong a word; hatred. Their wealth could simply be better spent on the less fortunate whose circumstances did not afford them the comfort that he himself had.

     Still, it’s disdain in his eyes when he glowers at passing beauties whose reconstructed faces better resemble symmetry than anything they were born with. He’s waiting for someone, and they sense it. Moving along hurriedly while admiring the striking form he makes in his new wardrobe.

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casuisity replied to your post:      { I had to walk through a pre-school today...

[Hannibal: -murders an entire family for their kid and brings it home soaked in blood for Will to give a bath-]

     “You can’t just murder a family and steal their child because I WANTED one, Dr. Lecter!”

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casuisity replied to your post:      { You know its time for bed when you start...

[ You’ve effectively both blown my mind and confused me at the same time. I don’t know how you made this connection, when, or why. But I’d love to throw Hannibal Lecter and Loki into a room together and watch them battle to the death. ]

     { Welcome to the thunderdome. }

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@casuisity

     “I guess you could call it artistic differences. I always saw us in a cozy cabin, mid winter, hearth burning.”