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[TEXT] Don’t tease. You know I like it rough.

[TXT - hannibal ]: I never knew having someone’s foot up your ass was foreplay for you. [TXT - hannibal ]: Is this where you tell me you’re surprisingly submissive?[TXT - hannibal ]: Cute.

#hannibal as in cool af a team hannibal not eat people hannibal !!!#( ask meme response. )#thcne

things you didn’t say at all :))))

listen.

They speak to her in a timbre of congratulations when she emerges, blessing the strength of her spine and the spirit of a soldier - she is war-torn whilst they are feverish, she is half-ghost whilst they are wolf-like; howling her name upon return. And it suits her well, the attention, but their hands outstretch and she ignores them, allows them to cocoon around her fellow crew.

As a sylph, she slips into the night, descends upon harbor’s city park. It’s desolate, still, and you can hear fate weeping on the back of a breeze.

She’s fixed to this place, rooted to the earth, like plaster and clay. He’s with her somehow, notched into her spine, ingrained into the metal of a lighter. She pulls it from her pocket, clicks the switch beneath her thumb. It’s one of those old fashioned lighters, stainless steel with a cap on the top. It’s no stranger to damage, seen better days, but there’s a T scratched into one side of it. It should have been worthless and inconsequential, but it meant something to her. The details always did.

She runs her thumb across the indentation, imagines its prior owner once doing the same, and she tries to remove him from the web of her thoughts. Though, in reality, he is always stuck there, as, when another has housed themselves within your chest, you begin to store the abstract and asymmetrical pieces which make them whole. It was why she could recall his laughter, the slope of his shoulders, the shape of his hands.

Many moons ago she had wanted too little - not even the sound of her name dripping from his tongue. She’s never been the most social of sorts, never wrapped herself as a parcel and begged to be torn open. The universe, however, with its glorious paradox, possessed another plan - alone would not be her constant. It was, after all, impossible to claim this as permanence when your image lived in the spare moments of his mind, impossible to curb this state when all you are filled with is want, want, want.

But she closes her eyes this time, sinks into comfortable times.

Here, on Wrotham, anonymity is not a concept she had become friends with; her image was stamped across the furthest stretch of the city, discoloured from age and weather. She has friends, of course, or acquaintances who she tolerates, but they are all of the same stroke. They have lived a life of criminality, observed the skylines with a nefarious gaze, bathed their flesh in the blood of the unfortunate - whoever they were, whoever they claimed to be, all hid away in one particular location: a high-up little bar, buried behind dissonant, neon-bleeding billboards and beggars.

She’s got her legs crossed, arms folded around a liquor glass and shoulders curled inward like she’s just fled from a war - which, as evident from the splayed limbs of others, appears to be commonplace within these four walls. Kallia hasn’t looked upwards since, swilling back something bitter and awaiting an unrequested refill. They’re accustomed to her by now, see her lithe frame enter the vicinity and they’re already reaching for the neck of something strong. It does the trick, an unprescribed medication.

He’s not hard to spot, he’s loud and self-assured - she wonders if that’s trained, if he built himself to be sturdier than his insides felt. She watches him watch her, the rim of a glass brought to her lips as she disguises such smugness. He’s handsome, the kind of handsome your mother warns you about, and she wonders what it would be like to be devoured by the wolf himself. She’s never known much of her family, after all, never sworn an oath to evade great danger. For some time she stays there, they sit in the same way, two halves so startlingly similar they imitate the same shape.

He moves first, like a pawn before a queen, but she does not retaliate - does not shorten their distance or tell him that he’s pretty. Though she’s silent, cautious at first, he lures out a conversation she believes she had forgot. They exchange alcohol induced conversation, turn her pink lips half-moon, and this is where she first finds comfort. Such an unnatural reaction for one of sharp edges - she is not blunted with him, but does not have to hone them further.

They talk until late hours, until they are alone and she feels almost human; her heart swells bigger, each half colliding like the descent of an empire. She learns his name and swallows it back, learns his purpose and stores it for later, learns he is not all brute nor beast. He asks about the marks on her skin, does not flee when she tells him of the horrors she has seen, but he understands - he has lived something wild too. They’re both smiling now, a reminder of who they used to be - a childish wonder, learning how to love in a world of collateral damage.

Evidently, much like most matters, good things do not last - he leaves her with goodbye, a cigarette lighter in his place. This story does not end there, however, just as he was the sun and she was the moon, they were destined to intersect once more.

Her heart fills at the thought, like a balloon with too much air. It aches, but she’s happy for it, welcomes something once unknown.

“I remember you.”

And she wonders if he had remembered too, if he had given her a home above his heart.

#thcne #when u write this listening to a thallia playlist and u die :~~~)

numbers 6-10!

06 - something that makes your character angry

“Stupidity frustrates me beyond most other things.”

07 - something that makes your character happy

“Success. Discovery. The idea that I now possess knowledge previously unknown to me, and to civilization.”

08 - something that makes alyx laugh

She half-shrugs at the questioner. “I’m capable of laughing at many different things, if I’m in the mood for it.”

09 - something that frightens alyx

“…Once I would say that I was frightened most by the idea of death with my work unfulfilled, to vanish into nothingness without having had an impact on the world. Today I’ll simply say that same fear, when combined with the death of those I care about.”

10 - something that turns alyx on

“Intelligence and passion.”

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pisces, sun, saturn!

describe someone you love.

She was like a cold shower. Like yellow paint. She was a force of nature, like a hurricane. She was more cruel than kind, but she never meant to be. Never tried to be. She was the most honest person Raven Ayres had ever known. Honest about who she was and what she wanted. Honest about the flaws and honest about the strengths. Like her art, she told a story that was often as ugly as it was beautiful. She told stories of grief and jealousy and longing, but also of love and joy and discovery. She was the sun rise after a long night. She was the secret ingredient in a favorite dish. She was a light that could never be extinguished, until it was.

In the end, she wanted to die the way she lived. Honestly and completely. She didn’t want to shy away from the grisly truth of death, from the mystery of it. But her honesty came at a cost and that cost was Raven’s heart. Hurricanes don’t care what houses they destroy. Destruction was inevitable, destruction was promised, destruction was given.

describe yourself in 3 words.

Very fucking tired.

what’s your biggest fear?

I’m afraid to lose progress. Afraid to lose the things that make me matter again.

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I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me.✧ I hope I intimidate you.✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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