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. ݁𑂅 𝒆𝓵𝓵𝒆 ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚 evangeline is a required taste. you either understand her or you don’t. please know you can always bother me on discord to write with her or ANY of my muses! 💞
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evangeline looks over her shoulder as if expecting the past to answer her back. her fingertips meet her thumb — one, two, three, four. counting not to calm herself, but to keep the sadness from spilling. she makes herself ⤵︎
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𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐓. 𝐋𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫
⠀ Independent portrayal of Hannibal
Lecter as seen on Hannibal NBC
Mdni. 21+ Welcomed to cross overs.
multi ship / verse. Literate. Novelist.
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face.
“losing you would be the proof that i was never meant to keep anything good — the moment i’d stop fighting myself.” her breath stutters feeling like an exposed nerve ending.
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fear swept through her knowing she opened a door. the other side was full of unanswered questions. fingers begin tapping to her thumb, fighting the urge to use riddles — she hadn’t in some time with him. not will graham. ⤵︎
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worshipping blindly, but with knowing, 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒏 devotion. she was fully aware of who she loved.
“my fear isn’t within jealousy. my fear is becoming another ghost. will i-“ she grips his shirt 𖬺 pulls him close to her ⤵︎
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between them. “i feared the ghost in the beginning. he haunts you. i know his name from watching you sleep.” she steps closer, feeling like she’s at the altar of a god when near him.
“tell me about 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒃𝒂𝒍.”
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the blonde grunts working on the next cabinet. “the ghost. he’s not a ghost. ghosts are dead.” evangeline pauses 𖬺 turns to look at him.
“i need to know the ghost, william.” her rage lessens 𖬺 shes crossed the space ⤵︎
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