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“In case you have forgotten, I am your QUEEN.”

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“In case you have forgotten, I am your QUEEN.”
also me: [ cackles loudly into the sun about seeing tatum on kralie’s multi --- @documentate. ]
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She sees Miriam’s great sense of purpose when she says him and Alana feels it, tight, like it’s a constrictor wrapping right around her chest. She feels it, feels it. It’s stopping her heart, the veins inside it, the arteries. It stops, stops, stops, and she has to stop it, too.
Stop it, too.
“It doesn’t make a difference what’s said about him,” She leans back in the chair, then, and searches the agent’s face with a quiet, curious interest. Miriam is developing attachments, developing attachments because it is easy to cling to things that cause her to feel. She is coping by allowing external stimuli, avoid the internal.
Alana sees herself in her. She’s afraid of it.
“And I’ve stopped caring what they say about me.”
@documentate(x) “I can’t guarantee you’re going to be fine there-- ever, honestly. And I say that with all the experience I've gained, both personal and academic. But I can tell you it's a manageable whirlwind and I'm with you, if you'd let me be," she's still in the midst of recovery-- Alana Bloom, fellow victim of the Chesapeake Ripper, technically the one whose gunshot wounds have incarcerated him. Hannibal's in a cell, sleeping comfortably, four holes in him Alana put there. She shuffles her crutches away when she carefully eases herself onto the chair to sit. Underneath a loose, baby pink plaid flannel and pale blue jeans her body is a still healing wound, something had by someone else she's never met. She looks at Miriam for a quiet moment before she takes up a crutch again, beginning to get back to her feet. Her home office has a small kitchen-- "I've been rude, I'm sorry. Tea or coffee?"
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“Darling, my love, light of my life.” Temperance rarely beats around the bush. But this is something she wants to ask Aubrey & is really unsure of what his answer would be.