#yes-dralanabloom

[negans-squeezy-blog]

"I'd totally fuck you."

Send me “I’d totally fuck you” to see my character’s reaction.

Beverly smirked and looked at the woman who was speaking to her. “Oh would you now, Doctor Bloom?”

[murasakiojou]

Red string of fate

51. Our muses are forced into marriage, but slowly realise that although they may not love each other, there is no one they would rather spend their life with

It was one of convenience really - after all, Murasaki was a prominent fixture amongst the professors as a popular sponsor when it came to ground breaking research and Alana Bloom was making leaps and bounds amongst her peers with her headstrong personality and tendency not to take shit from anyone. An engagement was soon announced and thereafter, a rather lavish marriage (of which there were two, really, considering the differences traditions).

It was during a morning when both were seated at the breakfast table that as she leafed through the morning newspaper, Murasaki found herself staring at Alana. The affection that welled up in her chest was not one of love - not the kind that she had a tendency to feel towards another for example, but a simple sort of contentment that washed over her like a gentle tide in the evening.

"Alana." Murasaki's voice cut through the silence of their breakfast and the said woman immediately folded her newspaper down to stare at her wife, tilting her head to the side. 

"Yes, Murasaki?" The psychiatrist asked, although she knew what was coming. After all, one did not spend a considerable amount of time with someone without picking up key indicators for that person. Murasaki was probably as easy to read as a book, but Alana let the woman speak - for both of them it was important that at least one of them say the words they had both desperately need to hear and say, as if to let each other know that it was okay. 

"This love... hm. I love you Alana, but not in the way I would a lover. However, the thought of my life without you is a rather daunting one." Murasaki said finally after a moment of thought. Tilting her head to the side, Alana nodded her head slowly. 

"I'm inclined to agree." She said in reply to which Murasaki nodded her head, smiling somewhat. 

"Then we are agreed. While we shall not entertain the idea of divorce, I give you free reign to court whoever you like~ I hear that Will Graham has been looking your way~" The Lady replied as she pressed a cup of tea to her parched lips (since when had they gotten so dry?) and drank, using the cup to hide her smile as Alana let out an embarrassed sputter. 

Getting to her feet, Alana dusted herself off and pushed the chair back into place as Murasaki gazed out the window at the morning dew gracing the cold flowers outside. "And one more thing, Alana," came the Lady's voice, pausing Alana in her tracks.

"Yes?" 

"We are still scheduled for dinner this coming Friday at Hannibal's, correct?" 

With a small smile, Alana moved to Murasaki and pressed a gentle kiss to the woman's head.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world." 

[ifyouaskmeto]

"I am not wearing that!"

But you look so becoming in lace.

[nothisdaughter-blog]

"Any secret admirers, Abigail?"

Abigail turned to face Dr. Bloom, laughing softly. "No, I don't think anyone would be admiring the Shrike's daughter. Do you?" She brushed her hair over her shoulder to cover her scar. "But what about you, Dr. Bloom? Do you have any secret admirers?"

[nothisdaughter-blog]

"Don’t lie to me, Abigail,"

"I'm not-- I'm not lying." Abigail said calmly. She kept her eyes focused on Dr. Bloom's, determined to show her that Abigail was telling the truth. Even though she really wasn't. But what would happen if she really did tell the truth? That she had been escaping the hospital to go see Hannibal. "I don't go anywhere particular. Just out."

Hannibal was the only one she could talk to, the only one she could be truly honest with about everything. If she didn't talk to him, Abigail thought she might explode. That was more important than the truth.

"I'm not lying. I promise."

[unconventionalpsychiatrist-blog]

[ My twist on the "Do you?" Meme] "What do you see me as, Bedelia?"

"I see you as a colleague."

[unconventionalpsychiatrist-blog]

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[Then we should do a thing /o/]

[theagentcrawford-blog]

"Jack, are you even listening to yourself?"

"Of course I am, Alana. But we have to accept that fact." The agent looked at the psychiatrist, incredulous.