#dialog fic

[flowerbloom-arts]

StarGrave...

* Lisa, I feel like you're holding yourself back

* because you're pretty sure you know your limits.

* But the thing is,

* the only limit is your mind.

* Your self-perceptions, your hopes, your dreams,

* your desires...

* All that stuff in your head,

* That's the stuff you're made of in this Dark World.

* What EVERYONE is made of here...

* In a sense, we're all you, and we can be changed by you

* to your heart's content

* as long as it'll make you happy.

* That's our purpose.

* It's fantasy, Lisa, make-believe.

* Out there I'm just a saxophone, one of many produced in the same factory

* cobbled in brass and wires

* but in here...

* I can let you talk to Bleeding Gums Murphy one last time

* just as you wished so much since the day he died.

* It's an opportunity every person who's been through loss

* really, really wants.

* That's an opportunity not a lot of people can afford.

* But you know very well that's still fantasy.

* THIS

* is still fantasy.

* And fantasy is there to comfort you, make you happy.

* You MIGHT be essentially talking to a saxophone right now

* but that can be a stepping stone for processing grief

* and all those other complicated sappy feelings.

* What I'm saying is,

* The only person stopping yourself

* is you.

* And the moment you let yourself loose

* And be yourself, with all the prodigal potential you have,

* will be the moment I know

* everyone who's ever loved and cared about you

* will be proud of you.

* I'm sure whatever you'll do

* will be the most wonderful thing anyone's conceived.

* Everyone here loves you and believes in you.

* I do too.

* With you, not even the sky's the limit,

* our bright, burning starlight.

[avegetariancannibal]

Cats and Dogs

“It’s interesting how much you’re like a cat,” Hannibal said.

“I’m a dog person,” Will said. “Everyone knows that.”

“You crave attention and a soft caress, but show your claws the moment you feel in danger of being too well understood.”

“Dogs do that, too. Sometimes. Jack Russells, anyway.”

“So which animal pulled me into the Atlantic at the clearest moment of my knowing you?”

“Were you expecting me to do that?”

“It came as a surprise.”

Will smiled at him. “Then it was only human.”

[smoaking-greenarrow]

Prompt: "I want to make babies with you"

“Fe-li-ci-ty,”

“Oh no.”

“Honey, I think the door is broken.”

“I think you’re drunk and can’t get the key out of the keyhole.”

“Oh. Maybe that’s it-but I don’t-I mean…okay, there we go.”

“Hi,”

“Hi. Wow.”

“Come sit, Oliver.”

“Wow.”

“How was your belated bachelor party?”

“They wouldn’t let me go home. They made me promise not to sneak away from them for at least two hours. I timed it.”

“Did you leave John and Barry at the bar?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, Oliver.”

“Wow.”

“What?”

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Oh my god.”

“No, like. Ugh. You’re so pretty.”

“Well I’m glad you think so. You’re going to be looking at this face for a very long time, my love.”

“My love. Hey… are you still wearing your ring? I still have mine on.”

“Of course I am. That’s what marriage is, you freak. I’m not taking it off.”

“Good. It looks really good on your finger. I like it. A lot. You should keep wearing it. Your gorgeous finger and your-your little face, and those freckles and this hair. So. Pretty.”

“Oh, I like drunk Oliver.”

“Drunk Oliver likes you. I mean, drunk me likes you. I like you. Sober me likes you. No, he loves you. I love you.”

“I love you back. You’re cute.”

“I want to make babies with you.”

“…What?”

“Not tonight. Not for a while. Actually, whenever you want? I want to make babies with you, Felicity.”

“Okay…”

“So when should we make them?”

“Um…”

“That’s okay. Don’t tell me. I can wait. A year from now-two years-five years! You just let me know and I’ll be there. I’ll be like, right there. So there. In that bed. Or…wherever.”

“Oliver…”

“Do you want to?”

“Do I want to make babies with you?”

“Ugh. It sounds sexy when you say it.”

“Yeah, I do. Sometime…in the future.”

“I can do that. Future…Felicity. I can do that.”

“Practice makes perfect, though.”

“I don’t know if that really applies to-Felicity, what…oh.”

[avegetariancannibal]

“Named”

"I said recently that I have to deal with you and my feelings about you."

"To give name to something is to have power over it, an ability to begin to deal with it. What name do you give these feelings?"

"They're...unnameable. They refuse description."

"A name is not necessarily a description."

"Isn't it? A name is evocative. Say my name and it evokes a memory, an image of me. Isn't that a description?"

"You don't have power over these feelings, then. Do they have power over you?"

"To some degree."

"What have they named you?"

"They spoke to me in a dream. They called me... beloved."

"You know the name. You merely don't want it to be true."

"No."

"Say it."

"Hannibal."

[avegetariancannibal]

Let it never be said he disliked strange things

"Kissing is rather strange, if you think about it. On the mouth, I mean."

"How so?"

"It evolved as a sign of affection due to the fact that in ancestral times, and still in some cultures, mothers chewed food and fed infants from their mouths."

"Hm. I don't know about that, but okay."

"In essence, when people kiss they're pressing the openings of their digestive tracts together."

"Seems like that would be appealing to you, of all people."

"I could live without ever kissing, in fact."

"So we shouldn't have our first kiss?"

"I said I could live without kissing, Will, not that I wanted to."

[avegetariancannibal]

Conversation on a Terrace

"You haven't broached the subject of killing," Will says as they take to the terrace for evening drinks. "Either separately or together."

"And it makes you suspicious?" Hannibal seems amused.

"Curious, I'd say."

"We're in Cuba, enjoying the music, the food. I'm certainly enjoying the companionship."

"Oh, as am I."

Hannibal shrugs as he looks out over the city. "I'm content."

"You're content with just being content?"

"Perhaps uncharacteristically, I find myself less willing to take risks."

Will studies his profile for a long while. "You find our situation tenuous."

"Life is tenuous."

"You've never been afraid of dying before. You let me pull you off a cliff."

"But then we lived. I want to go on living, Will. With you."

Will moves closer to him, so that their elbows are touching. "What if I said there was someone I wanted to kill?"

"I would say that if you died in the endeavor, I wouldn't mourn you."

"Ouch."

"I wouldn't mourn you," Hannibal says, "because I wouldn't survive the loss."

Will leans into him. "Well, luckily I was only speaking hypothetically. So I suppose there are no risks for us to take today."

Hannibal slips an arm around his waist. "I wouldn't say that."

[smoaking-greenarrow]

"Felicity, could you please track down Mr. Paulson and get me an address?"

"Sure thing, boss."

"I'll also need a location on his drug dealer?"

"Fine."

"Felicity."

"What?"

"Is something wrong? You seem angry."

"Nope. Just peachy, Oliver."

"...Are you sure?"

"192 Canal Street."

"Okay...hey, when I get back, do you want to go out to dinner?"

"With you?"

"Well, yes. With me."

"No thanks, Oliver."

"Felicity. What is your problem?"

"What? I have a problem just because I don't feel like getting dinner with you?"

"We've gotten dinner together every night this week."

"Not last night."

"Only because the fundraiser was last night. You were there..."

"Yup, I was."

"Felicity, please. I'm really not following this."

"I saw you kiss that cougar at the fundraiser, Oliver."

"Oh, that? I think what you were seeing was her kissing me."

"You didn't look very upset about it."

"Felicity, it was a fundraiser for the homeless youth in our city, I wasn't going to make it a big deal. Did you miss the part where I had security escort her out? She was drunk. I just didn't want to cause a scene. And I definitely wasn't kissing her back. Or enjoying it. At all."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Wait...were you jealous?"

"No. Of course not. We're not together. You can kiss all the cougars that you want."

"What I want is to be kissing you."

"...She was gorgeous."

"You're gorgeous."

"I mean, she was beautiful, Oliver."

"So are you, Felicity."

"I hope I have legs like that when I'm forty."

"I hope I'll still be between your legs when we're forty." 

"Oliver...I wish you wouldn't say things like that..."

"I wish you wouldn't blush and get all breathless when I do...then maybe I could stop doing it."

"What do you want from me, Oliver?"

"I just want you."

[hazelandglasz]

Junior Year #0

A quick reaction fic (sort of) after this update

I kept it fun and light, but I might dig into more emotional stuff tomorrow when I re-read it again

“Come on guys, we can’t fuck this up.”

“You’re taking this far too seriously, bro, he’s just one of us.”

“To be fair, Jimbo takes this very seriously for all the newbies.”

“It’s Jiminy, and you know it. Now about our newest falcon…”

“Moineau?”

“Da fuck?”

“What? It’s little bird in French, and he’s from Montreal!”

“Ridiculous.”

“Fuck you, Buttercup.”

“Little Prince?”

“...?”

“Oh, come on, he is royalty.”

“Guys.”

“What about ‘just one of us’?”

“Guys.”

“What?”

“I have the perfect nickname.”

“...?”

“Zimmboni.”

“...”

“It’s so perfect I’m gonna cry.”

“Oh, Jiminy …”

---

“How is Providence treating you so far?”

“Not too bad--a distinct lack of pie though …”

“Don’t be greedy, I know George wants to put you on a special protein diet.”

“You love it, don’t you.”

“I can’t deny nor confirm this.”

“You love this.”

“I plead the fifth.” A pause. “But I do love …”

“...”

“This.”

“Ha!”

“...”

“What?”

“Nothing, it’s … I miss your smile, honey, it’s good to hear it.”

“I miss you too.”

“Skype this week-end?”

“If I’m not dead on my feet, you can count on it. Oh, Bits?”

“Hm?”

“Have you seen my plaid shirt? I can’t find it in my boxes, and I was wondering--”

“Absolutely not.”

“Wha--?”

“I did not see your shirt, and even if I did, which I ain’t sayin’ I do, I wouldn’t return it.”

“Bits …”

“Nope.”

“Eric.”

“... Oh that’s unfair.”

“Errrric.”

“Will you stop it already.”

“Ha-ha. Alright, I’ll stop.”

“...”

“If I can chirp you about keeping one of my favorite shirts just for keepsake.”

“Like I can stop you anyway …”

“Not a chance in Hell.”

*sigh*

*answering sigh* “I should finish unpacking before the big day tomorrow.”

“You should.”

“I don’t want to hang up.”

“Then don’t--put me on speaker, and walk me through your bachelor pad.”

“Not a bachelor pad.”

“Alright, though your bachelor with a long distance boyfriend pad.”

“Much better.”