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"What do you see when you look at me? Be honest. I won't be offended." He might be.
unprompted / @il-mostrc
the question comes out of seemingly nowhere. she wonders what he had been thinking about up to that point. she also somehow doubts he won't be offended if she says the wrong thing - but she doesn't really have anything bad to say about him. not that she can think of from the top of her head. maybe that he's too stubborn at times about being a gentleman? but that's hardly the worst thing in the world.
“ hm…” she hummed, tilting her head as she examined him, trying to figure it out.
what did she think while looking at him?
“ i think… i think you're definitely a man - ” she laughed before continuing.
“ i-i think you're reliable… um, and kind. and intelligent… if not a bit stubborn at times,” she added with a wry smile.
“ you're, uh, a-attractive, kind of pretty really… and a really awful tease - ” she huffed, still smiling.
“ i think you're built to survive. i think… you thrive a little in this chaos. d-does that make sense? it was almost like you were born to adapt… to be good in an emergency or weird situations,” she mumbled, shrugging her shoulders.
“ you also smile like you have tons of secrets- ” she finally added, laughing, a grin on her lips.
“ your turn! what do you see when you look at me? i promise i will be offended, ” she joked.
"When you threatened to eat them, did you want them to believe you, or to stop?" //Supe verse!
Poking at trauma is a part of therapy. Yet she doesn't want to answer. The reality of it is complicated. As is everything with their past. Aoi doesn't focus on any one specific thing. Their eyes stay downward, glassy from dissociation.
". . . I didn't want them to believe me. They already did. Father -- ugh -- Joshua had it drilled in every member that I was cruel and ruthless. When in reality I was a kid just as scared as they were."
She weaves her fingers together in an attempt to keep from picking at dead skin. The one day they forget a stim toy is the day he wants to dive deeper, go figure. "I should be mad at myself for eating them. But I'm more mad that I never bit Joshua's head off and left. Everyone would have been free then."
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Job mandated therapy. Another way Vought keeps tabs on her. Another person watching them. She feels smaller each time. How long until they feel as trapped as they were in the cult?
"Hmn," Aoi knows to be careful. She's trained herself to be. People like to extend a hand only to yank it away and replace it with a switchblade. One of the first lessons of being the god of the Rising Tide. You'd think the god would dish out lessons, not learn them. That's what they thought too. Surprise; nothing's as it seems.
". . . I want nothing more than to not be dictated and restrained by someone else." He's a therapist. There's patient-doctor confidentiality even under Vought, right? The only way he tells Vought anything is if they're a risk to themself or others. She remembers this shit from when Vought re-integrated them. "I'm already saving money. Not a lot, but enough to get me a place to stay, hopefully."
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Particles - Nothing but Theives
Me and My Brain - Airways
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cont'd from here ! / @il-mostrc
she can't help but laugh quietly at the wink and the comment about an old man's wisdom. okay, that was totally on her for making fun of his age and all. but it was fun to banter - she hadn't talked to another person in so long, and to meet someone that she could actually feel comfortable enough with to let her guard down at least a little bit… well that was a blessing in itself.
“ oh, i don't know, you drive a hard bargain,” she laughed again, making sure to keep it quiet as they spoke in the dark, fire illuminating their faces.
she took the offered skewers eagerly and brought it closer to her face so she could blow on it, her stomach growling eagerly for some properly cooked food. but they both knew if she had already travelled with him this far, she was along for the long run.
he was a good listener, but more than that, he was a smooth talker. he had a lovely voice and a presence that just made her feel at ease and while she knew there was still a chance it was all a front, after all this time together she doubted it. most men were not so patient, hell, most people weren't all that patient. not to play a long con like this, not when there was no laws, no other people, nothing to stop them.
but they made a great team. she had seen him in action, just as he had seen her, and they both seemed to work well together. both bringing individual skills to the table while also being able to banter and talk playfully or seriously when the mood called for it. he was devastatingly hard not to like and grace couldn't help but smile at him as she blew on her food and finally took a bite.
it was delicious. she let out a small little moan of approval, nodding her head as she took another bite, savoring it happily, wiggling a little in her seat. food had definitely improved while travelling with hannibal, that was for sure. she could always catch food, cooking it had never been her forte. and while she wasn't sure how he had caught this animal, she didn't really care at the moment, too happy for a good meal after a long, stressful day of worrying about other people possibly around them.
“ this is sooo good, ugh… ” she groaned in approval.
“ i don't know how i've been cooking meat all this time, but clearly wrongly! nevermind being my psychatrist at the fbi, you should've opened a restaurant,” she sighed dreamily as she ate her lovely skewer.
❝ it’s cute when you’re jealous, do you know why? You lack the stammering at first. That comes later.❞
JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS / @il-mostrc
she's not pouting. and she certainly isn't jealous. stammering or not, she refuses to believe that she could ever be jealous of something so silly. so yeah, maybe she had shot down the idea of approaching the tiny group they saw way too quickly and without a stutter, and yeah maybe it was because the group was full of lookers, and grace was a little insecure. but really, she was mostly jealous of the thought of having to share hannibal's wonderful cooking with anyone else. there would be less for her and once she saw the way he had cooked a deer she had caught… well it was totally over for her and her greedy little stomach.
not to mention all the other problems that came with approaching strangers. they were out numbered, and though grace and hannibal could probably take them should something happen, it was a risky move. the dynamics of the little trio over there already looked complicated with two women and a man - grace was not in any rush to try and get in the middle of whatever she was watching… though it did make for interesting live tv. she idly wondered if hannibal thought the same, and was interested because of that.
life could be awful boring in the apocalypse, some drama-
she shook the thought from her head.
“ i-i'm not jealous… just… worried,” she tried to defend weakly.
he didn't need to know all the reasons she was jealous, she would just let him assume whatever it was he was assuming because clearly he had already made up his mind that something about the situation was making her jealous.
“ w-wait… did you just say it was c-cute?” somehow she had missed that part and now her brain was catching up with her.
It was a particularly brutal clean up. In order for them to secure their safe haven for the night. Grace still had flecks of the carnage on her face, a few spots in her hair.
Hannibal procured one of his pocket squares from his backpack, dabbed it with some water and gently cleansed the crimson from her face, taking extra care to pick out the bits of flesh from strains of hair.
“There,” he said softly, wiping the cloth across her cheekbone. “All better.”
/ @il-mostrc
grace was fully aware she must look like a mess right now, but it was something she had been trying not to think about. and god, what she wouldn't give for a hot shower to actually feel properly clean for once. but hannibal's gentle touch is probably the next best thing. he cleans up her face, picks whatever it is he's picking out of her hair ( she doesn't want to think too hard on that either ) and then talks in that lovely soft tone of his. it helps calm her down, helps her ground herself from the massacre they just went through, which she feels he probably knows. which freaks her out a bit, but she pushes the thought to the side for now and simply gives him a tired and thankful smile.
she fights because she has to, but even after all this time, she still hates all the blood in gore - especially after the massacre of her last group. it had made that trauma so much worse, but thankfully she had always been good in an emergency, panicking or not. if life was on the line, that was always her main focus.
“t-thanks hannibal,” she murmured softly, holding her hand out so she could take the cloth and return the favour.
he didn't look nearly as messy as she probably did, but that didn't mean he didn't need cleaning and a gentle touch too. it was the least she could do for everything he did for her.
“your age is r-really showing though… a pocket hanky? really?” grace laughed quietly, teasing him in jest to lighten the mood and help herself relax.