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bakerstreet2014-03-15 02:47 pm
treks) wrote in bakerstreet2014-03-15 02:47 pm
Koakuma | Touhou Project | M/F (F/F available for previous threaders.)
littledevil
2014-03-15 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
((rolled for scenarios: sudden realisation; Neil's jealous; angry admission))
So uh... you up for games tonight, or are you gonna be too busy again?
So uh... you up for games tonight, or are you gonna be too busy again?
⟨ we're just gonna see how this plays out, and how quickly this can hit NSFW (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧ ⟩
Alastair sensed a change in the atmosphere over dinner, something thickening the air between the negative space they framed sitting opposite at the table. He scarcely recalls the comment now, only just the sound of blood rushing in sudden agitation, despite it having taken place a mere twenty minutes ago. It was a spark that caught something aflame -- but in a much different way than Alastair is used to helping cause. Fire is often an aggressive result, from two abrasive attitudes or personalities, or one being the volatile substance that interacts with something just a little too unstable.
This was like lighting a stick of incense, fire igniting something slow-burning, something pleasant and to be savored. In that moment it was exciting, alluring, but in the span of two of Alastair's quickened heartbeats, he drew too close to the seductively glowing ember.
Spooked but calm, he made a polite exit. Alastair is not so eloquent with these matters as Hannibal is, cannot continue to wield these intimate double-meanings with such practiced skill. They are not simple daggers or arrows. Any old lie, a fabrication or a story, Alastair can weave with ease, but this is so very different. It is so much more personal, so far removed from the realm of "lies" in that it is no lie at all. Perhaps that sudden honesty is what sent Alastair up to his chambers.
With a small measure of regret, one could add.
Alastair wonders if Hannibal noticed it, being such a keen observer. It would explain the lack of protest the older man gave, instead providing a smooth "of course," as he rose from the table. He felt too out in the open, too vulnerable; the kitchen is one of Hannibal's many domains, ruled over with firm precision and a heavy presence. It was almost difficult to breathe.
Lying in bed, he has his back presented to the door that Hannibal gently knocks on. He is propped on the hand of a bent arm, taking a leisurely stroll through another of Lord Lecter's books on the arcane. He stalls for but a moment, eyes drawing up to stare miles through the far wall, before calling the man in in a relaxed tone.
But again, Alastair makes no movements. Hearing the door open with a wooden sigh, it feels a little bit safer to not have to face his warden quite so soon; he would never admit it, but twenty minutes later, that excitement has turned to vague embarrassment for him. "I didn' mean t' offend, if that's what you're 'ere for. You outdid yourself tonight, actually." Okay, he can afford a glance from over his shoulder. He knows not to be rude -- nor wishes to be.
Alastair sensed a change in the atmosphere over dinner, something thickening the air between the negative space they framed sitting opposite at the table. He scarcely recalls the comment now, only just the sound of blood rushing in sudden agitation, despite it having taken place a mere twenty minutes ago. It was a spark that caught something aflame -- but in a much different way than Alastair is used to helping cause. Fire is often an aggressive result, from two abrasive attitudes or personalities, or one being the volatile substance that interacts with something just a little too unstable.
This was like lighting a stick of incense, fire igniting something slow-burning, something pleasant and to be savored. In that moment it was exciting, alluring, but in the span of two of Alastair's quickened heartbeats, he drew too close to the seductively glowing ember.
Spooked but calm, he made a polite exit. Alastair is not so eloquent with these matters as Hannibal is, cannot continue to wield these intimate double-meanings with such practiced skill. They are not simple daggers or arrows. Any old lie, a fabrication or a story, Alastair can weave with ease, but this is so very different. It is so much more personal, so far removed from the realm of "lies" in that it is no lie at all. Perhaps that sudden honesty is what sent Alastair up to his chambers.
With a small measure of regret, one could add.
Alastair wonders if Hannibal noticed it, being such a keen observer. It would explain the lack of protest the older man gave, instead providing a smooth "of course," as he rose from the table. He felt too out in the open, too vulnerable; the kitchen is one of Hannibal's many domains, ruled over with firm precision and a heavy presence. It was almost difficult to breathe.
Lying in bed, he has his back presented to the door that Hannibal gently knocks on. He is propped on the hand of a bent arm, taking a leisurely stroll through another of Lord Lecter's books on the arcane. He stalls for but a moment, eyes drawing up to stare miles through the far wall, before calling the man in in a relaxed tone.
But again, Alastair makes no movements. Hearing the door open with a wooden sigh, it feels a little bit safer to not have to face his warden quite so soon; he would never admit it, but twenty minutes later, that excitement has turned to vague embarrassment for him. "I didn' mean t' offend, if that's what you're 'ere for. You outdid yourself tonight, actually." Okay, he can afford a glance from over his shoulder. He knows not to be rude -- nor wishes to be.
For fire, Alastair is dry and brittle tinder - he catches alight at the barest brush of matches. Young green wood, he gives off a constant pungent smoke - he broadcasts his interests, positive or negative, to the world.
Hannibal lets him leave easily, because his interest is just as clear as his instinct to retreat. Too much too soon; he miscalculated. But Alastair's not nursing an offense. He's nursing his interest. As if that hadn't yet been established.
It's a delicate balance, he reflects through cleaning the dishes spotless in efficient practiced motions. To keep him as a younger companion, any other aspects need to be secondary - Hannibal wants to be his caretaker most of all. A lover only occasionally, with meaning but not with eclipsing of all. As stairs barely creak under his feet, Hannibal's Mind Palace is alive with plans for Alastair. He'd enjoy seeing him with women as he grows older - perhaps other men, if that is a type he enjoys (Hannibal hasn't forgone the idea that he's simply special for his apprentice, completely outside his normal spectrum but too alluring to betray).
But Hannibal knows his grip, heavy most with sensual and controlling platonic intentions, will mean more than anything else Alastair will scrape up for himself. He will be the most important person in Alastair's life - even if he doesn't realize it. A blind drawing to him, while Alastair is still independent enough to leave Hannibal alone for his own life, is what he's pulling them towards.
Stronger than an undercurrent, Hannibal is the very moon pulling Alastair like the tides. He can't press away. He literally couldn't reach out to defend himself if he wanted to - Hannibal rests in the heavens far above, not human. Alien, untouchable, but a pulling force.
He rolls into the room on the clouds of his own confidence, face neutral but pleased. "My cooking usually gets such high praise from you - I'm happy to hear it was up to snuff today." The door is left politely open, but Hannibal closes in on Alastair on his bed. He leans over, hands crossed behind his back, to inspect the book. "I apologize if I made you lose your appetite. That was the opposite of my intentions." Unless a lacking appetite for food means Alastair was too distracted by other hungers. Hannibal smiles at him.
Hannibal lets him leave easily, because his interest is just as clear as his instinct to retreat. Too much too soon; he miscalculated. But Alastair's not nursing an offense. He's nursing his interest. As if that hadn't yet been established.
It's a delicate balance, he reflects through cleaning the dishes spotless in efficient practiced motions. To keep him as a younger companion, any other aspects need to be secondary - Hannibal wants to be his caretaker most of all. A lover only occasionally, with meaning but not with eclipsing of all. As stairs barely creak under his feet, Hannibal's Mind Palace is alive with plans for Alastair. He'd enjoy seeing him with women as he grows older - perhaps other men, if that is a type he enjoys (Hannibal hasn't forgone the idea that he's simply special for his apprentice, completely outside his normal spectrum but too alluring to betray).
But Hannibal knows his grip, heavy most with sensual and controlling platonic intentions, will mean more than anything else Alastair will scrape up for himself. He will be the most important person in Alastair's life - even if he doesn't realize it. A blind drawing to him, while Alastair is still independent enough to leave Hannibal alone for his own life, is what he's pulling them towards.
Stronger than an undercurrent, Hannibal is the very moon pulling Alastair like the tides. He can't press away. He literally couldn't reach out to defend himself if he wanted to - Hannibal rests in the heavens far above, not human. Alien, untouchable, but a pulling force.
He rolls into the room on the clouds of his own confidence, face neutral but pleased. "My cooking usually gets such high praise from you - I'm happy to hear it was up to snuff today." The door is left politely open, but Hannibal closes in on Alastair on his bed. He leans over, hands crossed behind his back, to inspect the book. "I apologize if I made you lose your appetite. That was the opposite of my intentions." Unless a lacking appetite for food means Alastair was too distracted by other hungers. Hannibal smiles at him.
we'll measure it with Hannibal's pe-- /backflips into the sun
wildnobility
- 2014-03-15 23:54 (UTC) - Expandbackflip queeeen, young and sweeet oooonly seeeventeeeen
augerofcuriosity
- 2014-03-16 00:07 (UTC) - Expandooc: so... maybe something right before Pitfall? Or after and everyone's alive and happyish? I'm happy to have Chuck be oblivious or to know or to suddenly realise (b/c hello, they're about to die, wow maybe these feelings mean something?)
She decided 1am was a good time for playing with a mouse under my bed :/
tenkillrecord
- 2014-03-18 21:05 (UTC) - Expand[Rolled for everything because why not. How to play, both know. Tension type, both know. Break reason, playful moment turns more. What happens? Sudden kiss! Gotta go back to Hogwarts?]
back to hogwarts! maybe sixth year? i'll leave it up to you to decide!
indicatives
- 2014-03-16 00:47 (UTC) - Expandravenclaw's fine! i didn't give in and put al in gryffindor rather than slytherin (｡◕‿◕｡)
indicatives
- 2014-03-16 01:10 (UTC) - Expandal follows family traditions while scorp breaks them, sounds about right
unyieldingebony
- 2014-03-16 01:17 (UTC) - Expandwhile this is fine now i feel SO MUCH FUTURE CONFLICT (｡◕‿◕｡) i love it
indicatives
- 2014-03-30 05:06 (UTC) - Expandconflict that I would love to play out in other memes~
unyieldingebony
- 2014-03-30 14:18 (UTC) - Expandwhoops i accidentally dropped icons of your actual character so you don't have to use a jpop person for some reason
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Armin Arlert ✰ Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan ✰ OTA
strategistarmin
2014-03-15 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Lance Corporal Levi ✰ Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan ✰ OTA
specialopslevi
2014-03-16 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Captain Oblivious is on the scene.]
Captain Harlock ☠ Space Pirate Captain Harlock 2013 | OTA
spacecaptain
2014-03-16 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
( ooc: Most of you would have better luck romancing a cactus, I think. )
((in my head it's hilarious shush))
[ She always felt like she was the new recruit around him, no matter what. Even though she proved in the past how capable she was. ]
Sir?
Sir?
First Dredd I've seen since the movie came out :D I couldnt resist
psychicjudge
- 2014-03-18 04:37 (UTC) - ExpandAnd his reaction will be even more priceless...or horrifying.
psychicjudge
- 2014-04-05 03:29 (UTC) - ExpandCome on now, she's not insane. Just has strong feelings.
psychicjudge
- 2014-04-06 04:04 (UTC) - Expand
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