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paxepicene replied to your quote “But fuck dat shiznit yo”

Never do that again.

"The fact is, Julian, that I can do whatever I like."

#paxepicene #!crack #//for the lulz.#//MYCROFT CAN'T BE TAMED.#//DAAAA~AARLING. Hello.#//my gifs.

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✈ [meme] Where in the world I'd most like to go on holiday.

"For business, or for leisure? Given your current expression, I must deduce the latter. Very well. The 'American South', I think. You would join me, of course. For the white and paisley."

#!meme #paxepicene #//hello darling~#//thank you for the ask. the answer shouldn't be surprising right?#//brotp.

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☠ [meme] My biggest fear.

"At present? The awful apprehension that an associate’s latest (and dreadful) ventures into new colour schemes will be long-lasting.”

♔ [meme] What I would do if I ruled the world for a day.

"Wonder how it fell into my hands to begin with, perhaps. It isn’t every day that minor government officials find themselves under the obligation to keep the world from collapsing."

☾ [meme] Am I/Have I ever been scared of the dark/monsters.

"To say that I was scared of monsters would be rather absurd – I happen to have shared a tea-trolley with one or two, every now and then."

#!meme #askmulder #paxepicene #//asdfghjkl you touched my blog.#//mandatory flying hug. <33333 #//also thank you for the ask of course.#//asdfghkl #//<333

A pop of colour Mycroft.

"Not in that shade, no. My dear Julian, as loud as that colour is, it isn't 'popping'. It is screaming out its convictions."

#!meme #paxepicene #casual banter with Julian.#//I can imagine them having these discussions every now and then.#//in an almost playful manner.#//it amuses me.#submission

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Send me a ◓ and my muse will write a (terrible) haiku about ____.

You asked: ‘and my soul?’A hidden orchestra, but--I’m a faux connoisseur.

#!meme #paxepicene #//oh god why must I always fail at the serious ones!#//apologies. this is not nearly good enough.#//but I am not talented with haikus.

paxepicene liked your quote: Mathematics [...]

"Ah. I did think that you would be inclined to agree, although I wasn't fully aware that you harbored a love for mathematics. Hidden depths, Julian?"

#!ic #paxepicene #//wherein Julian is one of the few people who can make My smile.#//omfg HELLO YOU.#//how have you been?#//I don't have enough space in the tags to express my love but hellocomehereandletmehugyou.

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Strangely observant, this one. In the way that they seemed to never miss a beat -- the way that they maintained a steady perception of things and a constant state of courtesy. Dr. Lecter mildly appreciated their company, this Julian Reniere, who was so cutthroat with their business and so clever with their tongue. In the latter days of their professional relationship with Dr. Lecter, things may have seemed to have gone quite smoothly, and yet while it was always Hannibal's maxim to 'whenever feasible, eat the rude', he could not divorce himself from how positively romantic it would be to end the androgyn's life.

A three course meal in the style of French cuisine, with champagne and rich, rich cream puffs with dark chocolate sauce for dessert, and Hannibal and Julian sat alone in his study enjoying the remainder of their glasses.

"I'm glad to have had the opportunity to become so well-acquainted with you, doctor," said the blond.

Dr. Lecter smiled into his glass and leaned back momentarily before the fireplace.

"As am I."

A moment of silence. And then Lecter was on his feet, putting a hand on his guest's shoulder and taking their emptied glass.

"Pardon moi, s'il vous plaît," he smiled, and in the passing of their two bodies, they shared a brief and quiet laugh.

In the kitchen, Lecter removed his shoes and set them on the chair by the door. The glasses found their places by the sink -- he never ran the machine with his crystalware inside. He removed his jacket and fetched himself a glass of water, and, finally, turned on the kitchen stereo. It was the aria from Mozart's Zaide, featuring the illustrious and altogether flawless Lucia Popp.

When he set foot back into the study, he did so in total silence, padding in with dress socks sleek against the hard wood floors and the imported carpet. When just behind his guest, his pulse remained a comfortable eighty-five -- even as he gripped their face in both of his hands and clamped down hard, pulling that lovely head back until he could gnash teeth with teeth and suck a slick and clever tongue into his mouth.

Blood tasted coppery and it slithered down his throat hot and lovely, followed soon thereafter by the wet and quick organ, newly freed from the androgyn's mouth. Wide, wide blue eyes gaped up at Lecter as he watched from behind the veil of his own shallow affect, and only amusement reflected back, sparks flying in maroon eyes and falling into blackness as Miss Popp's voice echoed from the kitchen.

Gurgling soon thereafter. Wet agony.

And Hannibal's hand threaded through pale hair when he stood up to his full stature, lips and teeth redder than dawn. In his white shirt, he appeared as some sinful and fallen angel -- schau, wie freundlich es lacht!

Beautiful, broken creature, sitting in his study.

"Stay awhile longer, dear. I've colleagues to join us for a second dinner in just a few hours time."

The flash of a scalpel.

It was going to be a long, long night for Julian Reniere.

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