my dork king

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i almost married someone who didn’t love me

i wasn’t able to watch the episode live this week so maybe i missed this discussion but did anybody comment yet on how mick as a young child had a pretty posh accent but as an adult is full cockernee geezer and yet has apparently spent his whole time around the super swanko RP-spouting men of letters HOW DOES THAT WORK THEN

(i’m saying that maybe his accent is an early clue to his inner rebellious nature maybe idk)

I have died every day waiting for you
Darling, don’t be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I’ll love you for a thousand more

A Thousand years- Christina Perri

Well Then Go Catch It

It was a day like any other at the Murder Husband Estate, one filled with laughter, warmth, sex, and love.  Will had just gone out for a run with the dogs before dinner and after a quick kiss, while Hannibal began to roast a duck in the oven. 

Hannibal contentedly sat with a cup of tea in one hand, admiring the view of their yard in the early dusk light.  The Thai basil was coming in nicely and the scent of the wisteria, which steadily wrapped itself around their pergola, delicately floated in.

All seemed perfect, and to further this current state of perfection, Hannibal indulged in one of his most favorite hobbies.

He smiled and walked over to their kitchen junk drawer – which in the Lecter-Graham household was still neater than any other junk drawer had the right to be – and took out one of their burner phones, a whistle, and a small voice changer that Will had bought as a gag gift for Hannibal (Will liked to recite dirty limericks into it, while naked, which always caused quite the chuckle in Hannibal, but that is another story).

Hannibal hummed a bit of Smetana’s “Moldau,” took another sip of tea, sat down at the kitchen table, and began to dial.  It rang once, twice, and then her familiar voice came through the line.

“Hello?”  Alana said.

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