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[supposedlyschizotelepath]

nafaei

"You sir, have problems. And that is a lot coming from me."

[plxma]

+ cass-thebrokenangel ; imaginarykilling ; nafaei ; two-types-of-trickster ; tattlerxfreddiexlounds ; adxiudicium

                     A perch up high with unfurled wings would have been better then on the ground, where the face of a stranger could not have been more intimidating.             "What do you want?" Sam asked, though not coldly. 

[faldron]

nafaei replied to your post:♥ (I need a laugh)

{ honey they said ‘a laugh’ not ‘an attempted murder’ }

{I know.

Where did I go so wrong?}

[faldron]

♥ { i just happened to be logged in here so-- }

Imagine when you find your soulmate, your heart starts to glow red. Send me "♥" for my muses reaction to it happening when our muses meet.

Over the years Faldron had become accustomed to the smell of death.  He has a nose for it, and for murder in particular.

This man reeked of it.  Not that the Dunmer found that wholly unpleasant, of course, because there's always something less pleasant than death but people don't smell of corpses without spending a little too much time among them.

Anyway, that was the first thing he noticed.  The second thing was the beating of his heart, and the warm glow he saw even through his dark clothes, and the similar glow from this... this man.

Oh.

Well, that's something isn't it? he thought and it was difficult to concentrate on anything but the terrifying redness.  What did it mean?  Did it have to mean something?

Could he nip this problem in the bud, should he even try when this man smells of death?

It was hard to concentrate with all those questions in his mind, questions and this seemingly-ordinary-but-not man with his terrible, dark, dangerous eyes so beautiful they could only belong to him.

Well, shit.

[dontknowwhatsreal]

"What are you doing?"

My muse has sneaked into your muse’s house and has just accidentally broken something, waking your muse up.

    [ Will turned around sharply, not glancing at the broken photo on the ground. He hadn’t realized that he was here, in Dr. Lecter’s house. The last thing he remembered was going to bed in his own home. He stood there, looking around for a moment before he met Hannibal’s eyes with his confused and broken ones. ]

               ”I’m not sure.”

[maimedlion-blog]

Winners of the quick giveaway:

nafaei

herunfailingkindness

tormentinhonor

I'll have the icons out to you before I go to bed tonight, so keep an eye out in your tags! For those of you that the generator did not select- I'm thinking of doing something like this every few days- so don't lose hope! Next time you might be selected! 

[maimedlion-blog]

{ i'm so, so pleased that i began following you. not only do you portray your character with utter perfection, but your writing style on the whole is so lovely to read. you have a way with words that is incredibly, INCREDIBLY pleasant to read and your narration fits jaume's character just as well as the dialogue does (which is to say, remarkably so). i'm very much a thread-stalker, and yours are threads i'm always excited to creep on. basically, you're hella rad please keep it up. }

Come tell me what you think of how I roleplay my muse, I can only publish.

[iwillxskinyou]

nafaei 

      What can I do for you, doctor?