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Within those moments, Dr. Bloom had entered the facility as she salvaged herself from the chill within the December air. With the dropping temperature there came snow, and once the temperature had dropped lower you were left with ice. A thick sheet in witch Alana had found herself keeled against on all fours only feet from her car. Her fall had left her with a ripped stocking and a gouging scrape that collected both salt and debris from the eroded payment…

But having gathered herself, Alana’s knuckles had come to tap against the dark wood door that had enclosed Dr. Lecter within. She couldn’t shake the sting from her knee as he features all had come together in expressing her discomfort.  

----   After opening the door promptly, what came next was something that positively drowned the psychiatrist's senses. The air was suddenly thicker; the coppery scent of blood tangled with his lungs. Concern spread itself across Lecter's features, knitting his brow slightly. "Alana."  The blood was fresh, poignant, and he could almost taste it upon his tongue. 

          "What happened?"

His gaze momentarily noted the state of her leg, before lifting to meet her eyes. The wound was deep, the abounding quality of the scent gave that away. "Come inside. I'll take a look at it." With a singular step to the side, he made space for her to enter. 

{ Hiems Portus }

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{ Hiems Portus }

----   The cold December day had been dark and bitter, and as night fell over Baltimore, the temperature had ventured into the minus. Dr. Lecter's handsome stately office provided patients with a safe, warm, haven. After seeing Franklyn Froideveaux out of the private exit reserved for his patients, he returned to the heated office. Standing behind his desk, the psychiatrist began to tidy the various files and scroll-work lining the freshly polished wood. He was expecting one more visitor, who was due to arrive at any minute.  

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☠

[Send ☠ for a threatening text]

[Text]  I'm starting to think you've become terribly rude, Alana. 

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Send ✉ for an drunk text

Send ✘ for an unsent text

Send ☠ for a threatening message

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

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---- Yet you keep returning here, and we dwell at an impasse. So I'll make you a deal.

          Accept an invitation to my dinner table, and we'll approach this subject without skipping...-- too many of the branches.

O P E N

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----   I can think of an abundance of things I would rather not do. A lot of them pertain to this subject. 

O P E N

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I am a twisted person. The only way I can know my capacity for love is from my capacity for anguish. Before suffering, I don’t know.

Albert Camus, from Notebooks, 1951-1959 (via mashamorevna)

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----   I was a child of eight when they died. 

O P E N

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----   Is our friendship so impossible a notion ?

O P E N

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scarswithwine:

—— Do you want to move our conversations into the kitchen ?

---- I would  prefer my dinner table, but you keep refusing my invitations. If I ask you again, will your answer change?

O P E N

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----   Not when I'm in the kitchen.

O P E N

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----   Am I not part of the collective?

O P E N

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----   You're right, of course...

          Yet people will do anything, no matter how absurd, to avoid facing their own soul.

O P E N

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----    I'm not entirely sure I want to continue dwelling on the subject. 

O P E N

      Tell me something more about it.

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