#coercedlove

[dracarysisms-blog-blog]

&. coercedlove ||

      ‘my, my! aren’t you just a          peculiar little thing?!’

      ( a brief sniff of the air. )

     ( a fractional head tilt, && a slight pucker of her lips at the stench of death. )

     ‘a   v a m p i r e && a DRAGON in         the same room together? now, this         sounds like the set up for a rather         horrid jest !!! ‘ 

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X coercedlove ||

      ‘well, hello, sweetheart...’

       ‘tell me, do you like fire?’

[alicniisms]

coercedlove

   the small alien looks to the earthling,     hoping it does not seem so threatening.     it understands that some of its counter-     parts have not been so kind to the ones     who roam on this planet. it does not want     to seem like a predator in its true form.      telepathically, it communicates with the     other. 

                                 "----- i believe the phase you                                    earthlings are familiar with is                                   'i come in peace'?"

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[divcrging]

coercedlove said: YOUR GONNA BE PERF OKAY YOU ALWAYS AREEE <33

gabz bb you're so bias don't even

sanguisfleur said: || You can pull her off I have faith in you! ;u; Welcome to the Divergent RP group btw!|| 

*distressed tris noises* i hope so!!! ty!!

[waywardwarriorisms-blog]

coercedlove 

the sun is warm, lighting the day in a beautiful glow. it is a dangerously stark contrast to the scene unfolded before the young agent clarice starling. there is so much blood, so much carnage, so much death. what the fuck could have happened here? who could be capable of such a thing? in short; it was a vampire. however, the entirety of the story is far more complex than that -- much more inconceivable. 

the badge and gun latched to her belt felt far heavier than they usually did. it was probably a manifestation of the weight of responsibility she felt then -- responsibility to the victims, the ones dead and living alike. those screaming lambs would return to her until this case got closed -- no sleeping tonight. starling looked from the dead bodies surrounded by yellow tape to the seemingly young woman to the left of the scene -- blood drenching her clothes.

                               victim?                                       villain? 

she could not tell. she also did not know which way she would prefer it, something which was a bit unsettling to her. perhaps lecter was deeper in her head than she believed once? jack crawford gave his teams their tasks, assigning starling to talk to the unfamiliar woman. a breath she takes before pulling out her pda and identification, going to her. 

                              "hello, ma'am. . . i'm agent starling, with the fbi.                                                 can i ask you a few questions?" 

[fledgliiings]

coercedlove 

         " ----- do you, by any chance, like wine . . . ? "

[fledgliiings]

coercedlove 

                    " ----- are you all right . . . ?"