#variablesea01

[perfectsonnets-arc]

@variablesea (isaak)

he’s still not that much of a bar kind of person, outside of the blind dates deb still insists on trying to send him on, but—years on and it still surprises him how much more at ease he feels here than he ever did at regular bars, forced by expectation to play along with angel and masuka’s womanizing.

everyone is welcome here, sirko says, too meaningfully, and dexter sips from whatever drink he’d ordered him, barely tasting it. just that and he feels seen. it’s exciting. it stings. he hears harry and miguel in the back of his mind in equal measure.

“—i’m not sure if i should find this considerate or insulting.”

[devilsdare-arc]

“what is that? i bet it’s marijuana.” / from foggy @ variablesea, we don't know what's going on here but we're trying

hannibal season 1. | accepting

“it’s parsley, fog. parsley and chives.”

matt laughs, trailing his hand from one small pot to the next. right now he’s got a strip of masking tape on the chives’ pot, but he knows foggy loves an opportunity to break out a labeller. they’ll have braille on them by the end of the week.

“i always end up wasting most of the herbs i buy, and it’s supposed to be easy to grow things like this inside, so…” he shrugs; that’s structure, anyway, right? watering plants every day. keeping something alive. “—anyway, i’m pretty my upstairs neighbors are already running a growhouse.”