the return of the revenge of just rp it.

[musedactyl]

how to play.

1. Drop a comment with one or more of your muses. It can be empty if you want me to make a scenario, or you can toss one at me. Prompts are boss. (a word, song, lyric, picture, phrase, a meme prompt, anything). Specify if there's something you do or don't want, otherwise I could throw anything at you: AUs, shippiness, awfulness. You've been warned, son.
1b. If you want to continue a verse we started in another thread somewhere, specify it in the comment or subject line. I'd be down for revisiting any of those.

2. In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with (including OCs, who have their own list), or you can ask me to pick someone. No muses are off-limits except for those that have no icon uploaded on the list. Otherwise, I'll pick or randomize someone.
2b. Muses I would really love to play right now, in case you are having a hard time choosing: Hawke, Hannibal Lecter, Selina Kyle, Fox Mulder, Cigarette Smoking Man, Serafina, Pepper Potts, Lois Lane, Jacen Solo.

3. just rp with me. if something jives really well, maybe we can continue it in another one of these later, sort of like a super casual verse. if it doesn't, it doesn't.

Comments

[entrees]

[ she chooses her words with such deliberate care, something he has always valued about her, particularly in this modern age, where what most call 'communication' has become increasingly mislabeled as such. It is part of her elegance, of her poise. While she is often frank with him, she is never truly candid, shrouding herself in ways that are in part a habit of her profession, but in other ways an essential characteristic of her personality. even now, he can sense the hidden meanings roiling beneath her words, finds excitement in the interplay.

Comparing the two situations she refers to is bold, given the motivations behind each. She is sweeping aside degrees of morality, or at least granting the appearance of placing a higher value on the dynamic of personal debt, or gratitude.

As she's said, Hannibal can appreciate even mere appearances, more than most. He lets her have them. ] I see.

My work with Mr. Dimmond will take some time. I think you have helped enough for this evening, Bedelia.

[relevee]

[ her relief is palpable at the reprieve he has issued her - permission, if not absolution, to remove herself of this participation into which she only slightly entered willingly. it is this sensation that ripples through her and floods her body with calm; she pauses to allow him a brief nod of acknowledgment, of appreciation at this release.

almost subconsciously, she draws the edges of her robe more securely around her body, tightening the knot at her waist. ]

Then, if you don't mind, I'll be in the bath.

[entrees]

[ he reads into the shift in her demeanor, although his eyes don't specifically drop to follow the movement of her hands at her waist, remaining on her face instead. he turns to cast his gaze across the room for a moment, before he steps back out of the door frame and into the hall. ] Very well.

[ the plastic suit makes the slightest whispering noise at the movement, a single droplet of blood sliding its way off from a previously creased ridge that shifted to set it free, skating further down his side, a macabre shiver of motion. ] Good night. [ he turns from her, with that deceptively benign well-wishing hanging in the air, after reaching out to close the door partially for her. ]