#anelasticheart

[nicklaus-angel]

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for: anelasticheart

post-finale setting

[ the clock continues ticking — drop by drop — but the only dripping comes from the seat across the fireplace, below where the clock continuously chimed. it was where Will had poured himself another finger of whiskey, and was tentatively swishing it around in his glass. ]

                                          ” ——— I’m doing better. “

[ he makes eye contact only briefly, quickly flicking his gaze back to the drink, which he moves gently, as if stroking it, as he twirls the liquid. ]

                                          " How about you? “

[ not bothering with niceties, his tired eyes remain trained on the dead space near where he holds the glass. against the morning light, dark bags are evident under his eyes. they looked like full moons or a racoon’s mask. ]

[ he sipped. ]

[anomxly]

+4 = ingramiisms , drdonaldsutcliffe , xabigailhobbs , anelasticheart 

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[cruelonlytobekindarchived]

@anelasticheart

She sleeps and she sleeps and she sleeps. She was in the ambulance, she remembers that, remembers the lights as they turned off in her head, one by one by one. She remembers the loss, the distance, the emptiness, the medics saying she’s dead, she can’t even hear us, and how badly she wanted to speak, to scream, to do anything but lie there in the shelled enclosure of her own silence. To jerk awake, to touch something, anything, to insist she was awake, alive, still a person.

Now she’s awake again-- the halls of the Chicago Art Institute are enormous, but now the place is bathed in dismal shadow unbroken but for the waxy light of the moon. It’s not right-- she hates the dark, her Palace is always autumn. When she slides off the elegant Victorian fainting couch, subdued in its gold thread, its rich emerald, she walks steps she remembers into the main hall and--

The portrait there is Saturn Devouring His Son, the hideous Goya masterpiece, a grotesque thing, and she can swear if she looks it’s real, it’s watching inside a cage, not a painting. She finds herself nauseated-- disgusted, but she can’t pin down why, and when she turns she’s almost slammed in the face by Hannibal Lecter. He’s tall, as he always is, was, will be, and his hair is a colorless blonde, iron grey. Burgundy eyes sweep across her face. He doesn’t say anything.

And then he’s not there. She blinks and he leaves, like the click of a film reel moving from one scene to the next.

“--Hello?”

She doesn’t know who she’s talking to.

[drugscars-blog]

* + anelasticheart {{ Sorry for the tardiness. u3u }}

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[ Swaying and slurring, Bonnie placed yet another bottle of beer rather haphazardly on the table, blue eyes glossy and distant. ]          "Y-... y'know th' bessst thing about... Doctor Bloom?            Her hair-- s' just like... w o a h.            Howww does one even get... their hair like that? Huh?            Mm'because I would v'rrry much-- like-- t' know.          AN'... AN'... D' YOU KNOW SOMETHING ELSE...?         She-- never once-- gave up on me. I... was so. Tired. Of livin'.         An' yet, here she comes, sssayin', 'Bonnie... Bonnie, no, y' can't--           Y' can't live like this, Bonnie.'           -- Just... she's th' best. Okay? Th' best."

[drdonaldsutcliffe]

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❄ -  Favorite season and why?

There's something very dignified about autumn, with its falling leaves and warm colors. Not much of an outdoorsman, he's not that fond of the heat of the summer, so the period before the chill of winter hits is enjoyable just for that.

It's also nice having a bit of a break before the rush of Christmas holidays.

[nicklaus-angel]

#idontneedyourapproval #ilovemylife❤️ #idontoweyoushit #idontfuckwithyou #idontcare #imunstoppable #imaporschewithnobrakes #iminvincible #iwineverysinglegame #imsopowerful #idontneedbatteriestoplay #imsoconfident #imunstoppabletoday #nevergiveup #imbirdsetfree #igotthickskin #anelasticheart #ifgodisformewhocanbeagainstme❤ (at My Home Sweet Home my Secret Garden my World my Castle) https://www.instagram.com/p/BZOrVdEnXzWsyR3MbnYvAPwPQV8ttRsuSYa7go0/?igshid=1ow958nu57g10

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[godandhiscreation-blog]

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He heard the knock shortly after he had left the shower, carefully rubbing his hair dry, when his head slowly rose and his hands stopped their motions for a moment. A faint sound. He had not imagined it. There was no clock in the bathroom, but he knew it was late. He had come home from the opera shortly before midnight—— this was likely not a courtesy call.

Nighttime visitors were unlikely to leave on their own, so he slipped into his bathrobe and warily approached the door; this was unlikely to be enjoyable. His eyebrows shot towards his hairline when he caught sight of Alana, and he stopped halfway through opening the door in his surprise. He had expected it to be a patient. The FBI. Will. This was... unexpected, yet not unwelcome. A warm smile as the door opened fully and he stepped aside to invite her in. "Alana. Did something happen? Are you alright?"

[nicklaus-angel]

#idontneedyourapproval #ilovemylife❤️ #idontoweyoushit #idontfuckwithyou #idontcare #imunstoppable #imaporschewithnobrakes #iminvincible #iwineverysinglegame #imsopowerful #idontneedbatteriestoplay #imsoconfident #imunstoppabletoday #nevergiveup #imbirdsetfree #igotthickskin #anelasticheart #ifgodisformewhocanbeagainstme❤ (at My Home Sweet Home my Secret Garden my World my Castle)