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“ yes , subtle and clean and yet —— i don’t see you trying to murder me with it. ” she holds back a smile when laughter escapes soft lips. “ currently , in your presences i appear to be. ”
“ oh i know —— you don’t strike me as the poison in tea type. ” the barest hint of a curl to the corner of her lip. a tap , two to the cup before it is brought up to soft lips. liquid is gently sipped. warm , sweet , perfect. “ . . . thanks. ”
“ trust you ” she repeats. such a foreign concept. “ that’s asking quite a lot of me. ” eyes on the tea cup , they watch the stillness of the liquid. no bad intentions —— how can she be sure ﹖she cannot even trust her own flesh and blood. no good intentions »
there is a tension to delicate shoulders at the touch. margot knew only violence. nothing was given without something being taken. that is the way mason worked. “ there is no such thing as warmth or safety. ” hands nurse the warm cup , it stung but margot has »
margot’s eyes , vacant of emotions that were not current curiosity gaze at the cup. they flicker , landing on the woman before her. “ what is this for ﹖” voice low , raspy but monotone. delicate , partly cold hands reaching out to grab the cup.
independent portrayal of margot verger from hannibal , the series. mature and triggering themes such as gore , violence , blood , abuse , sexual themes , etc. follow at your own risk.
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ㅤ in deathless sleep,
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muscles quiver beneath the delicate, familiar and more than welcomed touch. they have always fitted so exceptionally well. “ i missed you too ”her mellowed voice travels between them. her head turns so she can gaze upon the psychiatrist and she smiles. that smile that »
Fingers are soft, delicate as they trace mindless patterns across the surface of her wife’s soft stomach. Their bodies fit together perfectly, like missing pieces that are designed for the opposite. “I missed you.” It’s a gentle rasp, lips blooming with a soft smile.
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