#drbloomsoffice

[masonverger-rising]

drbloomsoffice​

Alana cringes as Mason speaks. She can only imagine what Margot has had to endure over the years. “I’m sure she wishes the same,” Alana says curtly, as she watches him pour another drink with surprising control. “You say you love your sister, but why do you feel the need to control her? If you loved her wouldn’t giving her some freedom show her that?”

“I don’t say I love her -- I love her, alright?” he places the glass on the side-table with a sharp crack, a few drops slosh onto the back of his hand, “she has all the freedom she needs -- I look after her, where would she be without me, huh?”

He wants to get up and pace around the room, maybe stand over little Doctor Bloom, he’s so much taller than she is, and he knows how to be intimidating. But he feels wobbly even sitting down and has to settle for straightening in his chair.

“She loves me, okay.”

[masonverger-rising]

✠ What do you regret most?

Send a ✠ and a question and my muse will reply to it after drinking lots of alcohol.

“When me and Margot were little we got on a lot better -- like when there was a storm she’d come in my room because the thunder scared her but,” he sways in his seat, jaw slack and gaze abstracted, one hand lifts halfway to his face and then falls back into his lap.

“But when we turned sixteen I ... I did something and now she doesn’t like me any more -- see maybe I was a little rough, but I love her, and I know she loves me, but she just doesn’t like me now.”

His gestures have become grand, sweeping and dipping as he pours himself another glass -- he’s a lucky drunk, doesn’t spill a drop, “I wish I hadn’t done it, you know.”

[americanmarymason]

Could you rp with drbloomsoffice?

I would definitely RP with them. :3

[drbloomsoffice]

"You admired him a lot," Alana said, folding her hands in her lap. She knew she had to be a bit careful with Mason, given what Margot had told her already. Nonetheless, Alana wanted to push him a bit to gauge his character.

"What kind of things did he teach you?"

[masonverger-rising]

"Oh, he taught me about pigs and he taught me about people -- that there's not as much difference between the two as you might think," he purses his lips and glances down, brushes a speck of dust from his knee, "he taught me about business, which is when you put pigs and people together."

He meets Doctor Bloom's eyes and shrugs, "You seem very interested in my family, Doctor."

[puttinghimdown-archive-blog]

how do you really feel about your brother?

For the next hour, my muse cannot tell a lie.

     ”I don’t like him.” A pause. “But he is my brother, and for that I am obligated to love him.” Only a little bit though, of course.

[drhanniballecter]

hey

Mutals, send me a ”hey” and i’ll do this:

1. First impression: What a babe. Wow.2. Truth is: You're probably my favorite Alana Bloom rper3. How old do you look: In my mind you look like Alana Bloom.4. Have you ever made me laugh:Yes5. Have you ever made me mad: no ?6. Best feature: Your amazing rp skills7. Have I ever had a crush on you: Hek ye lemme whisper in yo ear (platonically)8. You’re my: freeinfd9. Name in my phone: Alana (if i had your number)10. Should you post this too? yas

[apuresociopath]

>3<

Hannibal had known Alana would be excited by the gift that he had graciously provided, but he did not think that she would become so excited that she would do this. Nonetheless, there was a benefit for Hannibal to draw from this, so rather than pushing Alana away, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him, returning her kiss, deepening it, treating her as though she was the only woman in that very moment in the world that they inhabited. 

He pulled back after a few moments, breaking the kiss, but still holding her in place. He looked down at her, one hand moving, rising to stroke her cheek. 

"I accept your gratitude Alana, however inappropriate and unexpected it has been."

[drhanniballecter]

Alana was awakened by a small jolt, and she felt the seat beneath her rumble. Opening her eyes slowly, she peered out the oval window beside her head -- clouds drifted in wispy sinews, and the waves of the Atlantic were mere dots from this height. "I seem to have dozed off," she said softly.

Hannibal looked at her, eyes only half open.

"I was getting there, myself." He replied softly.

"We’re close. Five more hours." He paused to push a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Would you like something? A glass of wine?"