#rebeccaflynt

[josh-levison]

+ rebeccaflynt liked for a starter 

“...R-Rebecca? I-I thought you--? Aidan-Aidan said-- ...How?” 

[hellomynameisfuckyou]

Blood on the Snow || Rebecca & Hannibal

Boston was particularly cold tonight, a hefty layer of snow on the ground that crunched under Hannibal's steel toed boots. He'd come around to visit an old friend who specialized in botany and extracts, loading up on wolfsbane, vervain and the like. Chilled hands tucked into his coat pockets, he headed into a cozy looking little coffee shop to try to grab something steaming to bide him over during the long hike back to his hotel for the night. Once he placed his order, he glanced around, scanning the faces of the people around him. Boring, boring, old, boring...bingo. The dark red hair of the woman sitting in the far corner had caught his eye, along with the rack that accompanied it. 

Grabbing his coffee, he dropped a few quarters in the tip jar and headed her way. Stopping next to her table, he motioned to the empty seat. "This spot taken? I'm trying to get as far away from tone deaf Jason Mraz over there as I possibly can," he motioned to the acoustic guitar player yodeling away near the front window. "I'm about to go put a fifty in his case just to help the poor bastard pay for a voice coach." 

[bloodbankdiet]

[TEXT] Aidan, I made a huge mistake. I really need your help.

{Unsent} I think I may already know.

{Sent} What did you do?

[dayandnightman]

Yes, I'm stalking you.

Rebecca had never been hard to track down. She was no secret agent or hunter, after all. And Charlie had many more years experience in stalking than she had running from an absolutely insane mistake. He was glad for her return to New England, of all the places he'd followed her around. Boston was almost like Philly, the people were rude, it smelled and there were plenty of back alleys and old open vents for him to wander around in. If he squinted hard enough he could pretend he'd never left Philadelphia. 

Sitting backwards in a chair, Charlie stared aimlessly down at the sleeping form in the futon. He'd been doing this for a few days now, just keeping watch and waiting to see if she would wake up and finally discover him, eventually abandoning his post to flee for a meal when the hunger pounded in his ears and twisted his insides in a vice. Scraping nails against the back of the chair quietly, leaving even more marks than he had the night before, he tried to contain his boredom as he stared at Rebecca. Later he planned on swiping her Ikea catalog (hoping for pictures of pretty women) and rummaging through her dirty laundry, but for now he stayed still and silent.

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