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Hannibal 30 Days Challenge

Day 17 - Scenery shots

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➳ - alxnabloom!

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9. A kiss while hugging from behind

Margot had spent enough of her life creeping around the halls of Muskrat Farm to be able to enter a room silently. She knew that Alana was in the kitchen and she had chosen to sneak up on her, wrapping her arms around her lovers waist and nipping playfully at her neck. 

“How’s that cake coming along?” She asked, pressing her lips against the soft skin on Alana’s throat. The kiss was one that lingered for a few moments, a promise of the passion that she felt for the other woman. 

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“My brother does many things he perhaps shouldn’t.” That was all that Margot would say on the subject. She had grown beyond the foolish notion that if she confessed Mason’s crimes to another that he would be suitably prosecuted. There was no real justice in their world and she had learned that lesson the hard way. The law would not protect her from Mason or anyone else for that matter. 

“I can understand the attraction of dealing only in absolutes but I would have thought the head of the Behavioural Science department in the FBI would have learned that neither humans nor animals fit into boxes.” Margot did not mean to criticise Agent Crawford, to denounce a man who was not even here to represent his own case. They were merely her own observations, something that was rarely listened to. 

Margot barely had any chance to drink in the wonderful and familiar sight of the horses grazing in the field she had given them when she heard the growl of an engine and she seen her companion shift her focus. Margot had a good idea of who was visiting Muskrat but she was not in the position to be free to comment. Instead, she settled for a simple lie. 

“Mason regularly speaks with solicitors. I believe he is trying to set up his own version of a bible camp for teenage runaways in need of the Lord.” It was a lie that at least sounded credible. After all, the Vergers were well known for their strong religious beliefs. 

Rather than dwell any further, Margot stepped forward, walking at a steady pace down the hill, her strong legs and knees easily carrying her weight down the decline. 

"My colleagues were not shy in voicing their concern when I received your invitation Ms Verger. Your brother has made quite the impression but I am sure you will be less deterring I hope..you wanted to see me?"

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Margot’s lips twitched upwards into a small smile, more of a habit than of actual joy. She had chosen to invite Clarice to come back to Muskrat Farm, partly to satisfy her own desires, but also to help promote the satisfying conclusion of Mason’s. The deal had been struck; he would allow her time with the simplistic beauty of Starling and in return she would distract the agent from other business that was taking place regarding Hannibal Lecter.

“Yet here you are and gunless I hope. I can’t have you near the animals with a gun, it upsets them, makes them restless.” Margot’s explanation was simply that, there was no admonition at this point. Starling had treaded carefully during her visits to Muskrat. “I thought we could go for a walk, maybe talk a little. Mason can be a bit disconcerting for most people. I thought you might appreciate the chance to get your feelings off your chest with someone who knows him well.”

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things I want: love and affection things I have: trauma and touch starvation

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follower appreciation requests: for @egg-slappy

“i would absolutely love Margot with an extra side of Gay…”

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//If anyone is up for roleplaying here on Margot, hit me up. I had to drop a thread recently that I had been really excited about so am now a sad Bee.

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Send ➳ and I’ll generate a number between 1-  15 to see what kind of kiss my muse will give yours!

1. A soft kiss on the nose 2. A rough kiss against the wall 3. A kiss underwater 4. A kiss under the covers 5. A kiss between laughter 6. A drunken kiss 7. A kiss while the other is sick 8. A kiss during sex 9. A kiss while hugging from behind 10. A kiss before leaving 11. A kiss while watching a movie 12. A kiss when the power is out 13. A kiss when scared 14. A kiss while crying 15. A kiss on the forehead

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Send me CAN I KEEP YOU and watch my muse's reaction.

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“And I would put my own happiness aside in a heartbeat just to assure you were okay.”

— (via kindlyiscatter)

@resistinstinct

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* interview the writer

send a number. a mix of serious and fun.

what color do you associate with your muse?

is there a song that reminds you of your muse?

how do you get yourself out of a writing funk?

do you have any advice for other writers?

would you hug your muse?

how are you and your muse alike?

how are you and your muse different?

do you follow canon, or dump it in the trash?

best scene featuring your muse? (chapter, film, episode)

talk about your writing

fluff or angst?

favorite book?

how are you?

ghosts or monsters?

what does your name mean?

ice cream, candy, pie or cookies?

what motivates you?

are you a jedi master? 

describe love

favorite cryptid(s)?

do you believe in extraterrestrial life?

mcdonald’s or burger king?

anything spooky happen this week?

share a funny story 

are you religious?

what are you doing right now?

describe yourself in two words

metal, folk, pop or ambient?

list your top two movies

most used emoji?

favorite comic book character?

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kissy sentence starters.

“ is it bad i really want to kiss you right now? ” “ do me a favor, kiss my ass. ” “ they can all just kiss my ass. ” “ i kissed someone today. ” “ i kissed a girl/boy and i liked it. ” “ kissing burns calories you know. ” “ my lips really want to meet yours. ” “ so are we going to kiss or not? ” “ i sent you a bunch of kiss emojis. ” “ don’t talk, just kiss me. ” “ i really enjoyed our kiss last night. ” “ you make me want to kiss you. ” “ you owe me a kiss. ” “ pucker up. ” “ read my lips, no. ” “ your eyes say no but your lips say yes. ” “ i just want to kiss you. ” “ i miss your lips. ” “ give me a kiss. ” “ blow a kiss my way for good luck. ” “ ever kiss in the rain? ” “ ever kiss under water? ” “ it was just a kiss, that’s all. ” “ a kiss doesn’t mean anything. ” “ i love when our lips meet. ” “ where do you want me to kiss you? ” “ i want to either kiss you or kill you right now. ” “ did you really just kiss him/her? ” “ friends aren’t allowed to kiss one another. ” “ kiss me one more time. ” “ want to make out? ” “ you’re a terrible kisser. ” “ teach me how to kiss? ” “ i remember our first kiss. ” “ your lips are calling my name. ” “ let’s just kiss already. ”

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Fresh air can do the world of good,  that was what Margot was always told and, to an extent, she believed in it. Fresh air in the lungs wouldn’t change her situation and the difficulties associated with it, but it would change her state of mind even just for those moments when she could leave and think of herself only as a woman and not as a victim or a prisoner of her own circumstances. 

“I agree with Mr Crawford, you should get out more often.” Margot relished the feeling of the sun on the back of her neck as they walked down the rough track paths to the meadow. The intention had been to turn every path to gravel and Margot had fought the landscapers heavily to ensure that didn’t happen. Suffice to say, she had won, easily. 

“I’m tired of games, I’ve been playing them since I was 6, it’s about time I was given some well earned peace.” Margot’s voice carried the slightest note of bitterness in it, the more jaded side of her coming to the surface. “I was always told games were for children.”

"My colleagues were not shy in voicing their concern when I received your invitation Ms Verger. Your brother has made quite the impression but I am sure you will be less deterring I hope..you wanted to see me?"

@specialagxntstarling

Margot’s lips twitched upwards into a small smile, more of a habit than of actual joy. She had chosen to invite Clarice to come back to Muskrat Farm, partly to satisfy her own desires, but also to help promote the satisfying conclusion of Mason’s. The deal had been struck; he would allow her time with the simplistic beauty of Starling and in return she would distract the agent from other business that was taking place regarding Hannibal Lecter.

“Yet here you are and gunless I hope. I can’t have you near the animals with a gun, it upsets them, makes them restless.” Margot’s explanation was simply that, there was no admonition at this point. Starling had treaded carefully during her visits to Muskrat. “I thought we could go for a walk, maybe talk a little. Mason can be a bit disconcerting for most people. I thought you might appreciate the chance to get your feelings off your chest with someone who knows him well.”

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//I’m off on holiday tomorrow so replies between now and the end of the month will be inconsistent.

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The predator lay his head in my lap and purrs. Why consume me when charming works just as well..

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“You hear pain singing in the nerves of things; it is not a song.”

— Robert Hass, excerpt from “Spring Drawing 2”