#lexiconlush

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Friends don’t let friends run off to marry powerful forest witches, even though we’d be TOTALLY CHILL and SUPER CUTE in our beautiful haunted house in the woods, Lauren. Like, honestly. I see no downside to this.

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I wonder if Will's mind defaults to "doggies" when the shit hits the fan and that is why he walked home.

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Also, I'm going to need for Will and Hannibal to not become the Beyonce and Jay-z of the serial killer world. A divorce must happen asap.

lexiconlush, about 'Naka-Choko'

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Lauren: Hannibal, I don't think weird is the right word to describe you.

Me: Douche canoe. Dooooooouuuuuuche canooooooooe.

Lauren: I just imagined a silver canoe, because you know he would.

Me: Of course he would.

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Me: I don't think I like Will's hairstyle. I miss the curls. They need to bring back the curls.

Lauren: It looks funny because it is so unlike him, like he is trying to smooth away the crazy.

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Via Text, but It wouldn't be Any Different if We Were in the Same Room

Me: ...really. Hannibal's really that ballsy. Seriously.

Lauren: Someone has too much confidence in their work...

Me: I like how everyone is suddenly confuuohshit, Chilton's fucked.

Me, again: He is all kinds of fucked. All kinds. That's it. He deOHMYFUCKINGGODWHATTHESHITWASTHAT.

Lauren: Aww, I actually want him to live now.

Me: I think he actually dies in the books? But wow. Wow. Hannibal. Also GIDEON HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT JESUS.

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catch-the-ghost replied to your post: I’m too tired to properly articulate a...

"That rare moment" And I cackle because truth. XD That kind of feeling is common, so don’t worry.

Shhh! I have a reputation for being a lady of worldly sophistication and--yeah, never mind. I couldn't type all that with a straight face.

But no, man. I just. I'm going to have someone film our final performance of the scene we're doing so that I can show you because I just... Ugh, it makes me want to flip a fucking table, I'm so frustrated by my inability to describe this properly. :|

Something else, though... There's a fair amount of physical contact and close proximity in our scene. Seems like every few exchanges one of us has a hand on the other's wrist or face, or we're very much in each other's personal space. I rarely have any sense of personal space to speak of, and like I said in the last post, I have a very safe and trust-founded partnership this time around, so none of that is uncomfortable. I'm just not...used to this kind of thing? I don't really know how to phrase it, precisely, and I think in part it's because of the emotional intensity required for the scene to really work.

There's a scene in one of my current favorite TV shows in which one character advances on another without touching him. He's using just his very presence to cause the second character to concede physical space and also kind of...submit, almost? Towards the end of the first character's advance, the second character almost seems to buckle from the weight of that presence.

Last night I came across a gifset of that scene and it reminded me of how at the end of our scene, my partner does the same sort of advance/space conquering while delivering a line, ending it by bending down to look me directly in the eyes while we're pretty up close. And every time, the intensity is almost too overwhelming for me. (I'm even kind of feeling a ghost of it now as I type.) And it just... I don't know if there's a word for it. But man, that intensity, though.

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Close enough, right?

[Alas, my phone does not do screenshots. I need to find an app for that.]

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Me: I want to be able to have something to show before I ask people to join me in my crazy shenanigans.

Lauren: True, this project is going to involve a ton of planning and paper.

Me: It's gonna need it's [sic] own binder. Maybe it's [sic] own folder on Google Drive... And a willingness to leave sanity out of the equation.

Me: Fortunately, I'm quite experienced in that.

Me: Also, *its [Side Note: If you're wondering how I managed to use the wrong its/it's in text-based conversation twice, it's because I'd spent a good chunk of time prior to this waiting for the bus in the hot sun--as opposed to, say, the rain.]

Lauren: Is sanity ever in the equation with shadowcasting?

Me: True, but some people who try to be about that life don't understand that.

Lauren: This needs to be engraved somewhere.

Me: I'm gonna put it on Tumblr.