Their Last Night
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sonora_conejaPairing: Hannibal/Face
Rating: R
Warnings: none
Summary: A comments thread![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
johnnywalkerblu and I did way back in December here on the kink meme. delorita asked me to post it up, so, here it is for you, honey!
The boys have their last night together in a holding cell...
Yummy clothes!sex in the holding cell.
Yet another missing scene revealed.
*sigh of happiness*
They're so sweet together.
+
Yeah, so... you just exploded my brain with that image. Jesus Cristo!
*pauses to oogle*
+
And all mussed up and sweaty and unbuttoned. And Face clutching Hannibal's shoulders and pressing his mouth against Hannibal's neck so he won't cry out.
*splodey*
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Mm... Hannibal's hands sliding up under Face's shirt, tie hanging down around his neck, playing with the belt buckle, cradling the back of his boy's head as Face wraps a leg around his waist and leans back for it...
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Boss whispering in his boy's ear, telling him how beautiful he is, how good he feels. Sliding his hand down to squeeze the kid's ass while Face rubs up against him. Face twining his fingers with Hannibal's, holding on tight.............
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...Nothing to use, no preparation at all, but they're both too far gone to care, both knowing that this might be the last time they get to have one another like this. So ready for it. Hannibal gives his boy one more kiss, sealing off their shared moans at the burn of the first initial push...
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...Face biting at Hannibal's lip, begging him to go deeper, burn him down to his soul, make a memory that will last him through all those cold lonely nights to come. Boss tips his boy hard against the block wall. Holds him there, feeling the kid trembling around his aching cock, and buries himself with an unvoiced growl, a fiercely possessive noise only Face can feel.....
+
... the heat's almost unbearable as Hannibal rocks into him, air trapped in those wool jackets, heavy cotton dragging across sweating backs, but it barely matters. The world shrinks, expands. There's no cell, no future without one another, nothing but this. They could be anywhere as Hannibal's cock nudges his prostate again and again and again. Face isn't letting go, clinging, no distinct between them now, never...
+
.....damn but the kid's delicious. He's all clutching hands, grasping thighs, and oh, that ass. That beautiful ass. So tight. So warm. All his. He arches, thrusting harder, lifting his love higher to perfect the angle. The sound of his name, a muffled whimper against his throat as he drives Face to climax, is locked in his heart forever. This boy. His boy......
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...Face has to swallow down the sound of his own completion, barely more than a fevered gasp and he's spilling his essence on Hannibal's bare belly. He pitches forward into the haze of his orgasm, legs tightening, arms wrapping. Shuddering, Face can feel it, how close his man is, and squeezes, his body begging. He wants to see that bliss one more, once more before this is taken from them...
+
....the hot splash of his love's explosion, and knowing it's all for him, nearly sends him over the edge. Face is clinging to him now, lost in the endorphin rush, the small muscles in his narrow passage fluttering in reaction. It's amazing. It's exquisite. It's all he can handle. So his darling boy takes it up a notch, tightening, drawing him in. The tension in his body releases in one long rush as he drives up hard, pulling Face down tight, hammering his boy to the wall, feeling his cock pulse against that soft bundle of nerves and then spurt, again and again, draining him, every last drop..........
+
... It's almost more than Face can take, the delicious explosion of warmth deep inside, the boss reaffirming a claim, and the world whites. All the sharp edges and unpleasant realities blur away into the tremors wracking him. Those still in time, he's not sure how long, absorbed by Hannibal's indomitable frame. He finds himself slipping away with them, passing into the man who's holding him so tenderly, beautiful words murmuring out between them as if there's only one voice and they're sharing it. Sharing everything, just like it should be, like it may never be again. Face knows what Hannibal's saying. He's telling him not to cry...
+
....this is really the best end he could have hoped for in this stupid mess, Face tucked against him, almost melting into his skin. The emotion is spent, they've shared it's embodiment. Now the kid will be able to control himself when the inevitable happens and this fucked-up world pulls them apart. Running his fingers through his boy's messy curls, he tips that perfect face up to his. "Be strong my love. Be the man I know you are. Whatever happens, know I love you. I'll always love you, Templeton." The kiss is deep, sweet, his heart and soul on offer to his boy...........
+
...Face can feel it, just how much of himself Hannibal's putting into that kiss, the embrace, keeping them both steady as the last of the euphoria fades. He's not cold inside, not tangled up like he was in the courtroom when he heard the judge sentence them to separate facilities. Exile from the only home he's ever known. Not now, not after that, taking what Hannibal's offering, what Hannibal desperately needs him to know, to be. He doesn't have it in him to disappoint this man...
+
....the kid is giving him that wicked grin now. What started to unravel in Iraq, in handcuffs over the Atlantic, in the courtroom, it's come back together. His boy is high speed, low drag. It's not going to be easy, neither of them are foolish enough to think that, but they can do this. Trust in each other, and they can do this until it gets done. Gently, slowly, he withdraws, kissing soft lips, murmuring love words, letting Face get his back off that cold wall.........
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...Face tries to keep the kiss as long as he can, that feeling of emptiness worse than usual, but he's not going to give back in to the dark thoughts he's been having since the arrest. Hannibal expects more of him than that. Worst thing in the world, letting the boss down. He sinks to the bench with a grateful little groan, the muscles in his lower back tight, sore, fucking wonderful. A little towel's retrieved from god knows where, and Hannibal's cleaning them both off, tucking him back, kissing him again...
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......he breaks the kiss with regret, getting both of them put back together, hearing the muted sounds of the change in shift. It won't be long now until those guards are in here and one of them is pulled out, shipped off. It'll be like losing an arm......for all of them. Tossing the towel into the corner, he sits and wraps an arm around Face, pulling him down to rest against his chest. "Get some sleep, sweetheart. You're going to need it."........
+
...he's fighting it, the encroaching exhaustion, not wanting to lose a second of what precious little time they have left. But he's not drifting, not with Hannibal wrapped around him like he is, so maybe it's okay. There's a rumble deep in that magnificent chest, rough with emotion and reassuring all the more for it.
"I'm right here, kid. I'll always be right here" ...
+
......Face is going to lose the fight. He's felt the kid fall asleep in his arms enough times to know the signs. There's one more little hitch in his boy's breathing, a stutter in the hand that's tucked under the tail of his shirt, and Face checks out, going soft and lax against him. Eyes closed, his tips his chin and settles his cheek against that soft, caramel hair. Maybe he can get a half-hour before the shit comes down...........
+
...It seems like he only barely closed his eyes when Hannibal, ever vigilant, wakes him with a soft touch and a word. Face doesn't quite get it through the clinging fog of sleep, but he knows what the boss is saying.
They're coming.
"I love you," he murmurs and is rewarded with one last kiss, one last reminder. It's quick, hurried, fleeting, but in its few seconds is everything they have together.
"I love you," Hannibal replies, demeanor calm but voice shaking. "Keep strong, soldier."
He nods, and then everything happens at once...
+
....there's quite the phalanx of them, like they're expecting him to pull a Houdini. He's knows he's going first, has always known it. He is his boys' focus, take that and you've taken their hearts.
All of them are up now, eyes wide and worried, surrounding him as the cell door clangs and the Captain in charge of the detail snaps, "Get out here Smith. Don't make us come in and get you."....
+
... Face has already pulled back a little, enough to where it looks like he just needed a soft place to fall asleep for the night. Murdock's got that haunted, hunted look in his eyes and BA's shaking his head. The lieutenant, former lieutenant, he admonishes himself, knows those looks. Coiling for action. Of course they're going to take Hannibal first.
"Give 'em hell, boss," he says firmly, and the corners of Hannibal's mouth twitch upwards in response...
+
....smart-mouthed to the end, his boy. Just the way he likes him. Getting to his feet, he squeezes Face's thigh as unobtrusively as possible on the way up, earning a hidden grin.
"Behave." He uses that voice that makes them all straighten up without even knowing they're doing it. "Take care of yourselves, boys. Everything will come right in the end. I promise."
The Captain is holding the handcuffs out, waiting...
+
... Hannibal pushes up, giving Face's hidden hand one quick squeeze as he does so. The boss's uniform is still a little uneven, his face a little grayer than it should have been, but still. He's the most beautiful thing the kid's ever seen.
He winks at Face as they slap the cuffs on, Murdock making a low whining sound in the back of his throat. BA makes to get up as they start shoving the boss roughly out, and Face is up in an instant, holding the big guy back from doing anything stupid. He's not going to disobey the last real order from his commander...
+
...He looks back as they march him out the door to the loading dock. They're all standing together. Still a team. Still his boys. Still his one special boy. He lifts his chin, drops a wink, knows Face saw, even as the guards are pushing on his back. He can do this. They can do this. It will come right. He knows it in his gut.....
+
... Face has been bracing for it, bracing for it since the container exploded in Baghdad, honestly, but it's here now, and it's like a kick in the balls. Hannibal's facing away from him now, the guards dragging him away, cooperating. So the rest of them don't suffer for it. Face can't watch it anymore, and Murdock's there, concern registering across his features, offering a hug, but Face can't. Not with the guards still watching them across the insubstantial, horrible, distance between them. Active duty to convict. It's real, it's finally real...
+
..It's not going to end this way. Not with them all in cells, separated by miles. Whoever started this, he and his boys are going to finish it. And it's going to end THEIR way.
As they push him down into the back of the prison van, he pulls out the cigar that Face tucked into his pocket as they were being led in this morning. "Anybody got a light?" Four hands are in his face almost immediately, matches aflame. Oh yeah, he can do this.
Rating: R
Warnings: none
Summary: A comments thread
johnnywalkerblu and I did way back in December here on the kink meme. delorita asked me to post it up, so, here it is for you, honey! The boys have their last night together in a holding cell...
Yummy clothes!sex in the holding cell.
Yet another missing scene revealed.
*sigh of happiness*
They're so sweet together.
+
Yeah, so... you just exploded my brain with that image. Jesus Cristo!
*pauses to oogle*
+
And all mussed up and sweaty and unbuttoned. And Face clutching Hannibal's shoulders and pressing his mouth against Hannibal's neck so he won't cry out.
*splodey*
+
Mm... Hannibal's hands sliding up under Face's shirt, tie hanging down around his neck, playing with the belt buckle, cradling the back of his boy's head as Face wraps a leg around his waist and leans back for it...
+
Boss whispering in his boy's ear, telling him how beautiful he is, how good he feels. Sliding his hand down to squeeze the kid's ass while Face rubs up against him. Face twining his fingers with Hannibal's, holding on tight.............
+
...Nothing to use, no preparation at all, but they're both too far gone to care, both knowing that this might be the last time they get to have one another like this. So ready for it. Hannibal gives his boy one more kiss, sealing off their shared moans at the burn of the first initial push...
+
...Face biting at Hannibal's lip, begging him to go deeper, burn him down to his soul, make a memory that will last him through all those cold lonely nights to come. Boss tips his boy hard against the block wall. Holds him there, feeling the kid trembling around his aching cock, and buries himself with an unvoiced growl, a fiercely possessive noise only Face can feel.....
+
... the heat's almost unbearable as Hannibal rocks into him, air trapped in those wool jackets, heavy cotton dragging across sweating backs, but it barely matters. The world shrinks, expands. There's no cell, no future without one another, nothing but this. They could be anywhere as Hannibal's cock nudges his prostate again and again and again. Face isn't letting go, clinging, no distinct between them now, never...
+
.....damn but the kid's delicious. He's all clutching hands, grasping thighs, and oh, that ass. That beautiful ass. So tight. So warm. All his. He arches, thrusting harder, lifting his love higher to perfect the angle. The sound of his name, a muffled whimper against his throat as he drives Face to climax, is locked in his heart forever. This boy. His boy......
+
...Face has to swallow down the sound of his own completion, barely more than a fevered gasp and he's spilling his essence on Hannibal's bare belly. He pitches forward into the haze of his orgasm, legs tightening, arms wrapping. Shuddering, Face can feel it, how close his man is, and squeezes, his body begging. He wants to see that bliss one more, once more before this is taken from them...
+
....the hot splash of his love's explosion, and knowing it's all for him, nearly sends him over the edge. Face is clinging to him now, lost in the endorphin rush, the small muscles in his narrow passage fluttering in reaction. It's amazing. It's exquisite. It's all he can handle. So his darling boy takes it up a notch, tightening, drawing him in. The tension in his body releases in one long rush as he drives up hard, pulling Face down tight, hammering his boy to the wall, feeling his cock pulse against that soft bundle of nerves and then spurt, again and again, draining him, every last drop..........
+
... It's almost more than Face can take, the delicious explosion of warmth deep inside, the boss reaffirming a claim, and the world whites. All the sharp edges and unpleasant realities blur away into the tremors wracking him. Those still in time, he's not sure how long, absorbed by Hannibal's indomitable frame. He finds himself slipping away with them, passing into the man who's holding him so tenderly, beautiful words murmuring out between them as if there's only one voice and they're sharing it. Sharing everything, just like it should be, like it may never be again. Face knows what Hannibal's saying. He's telling him not to cry...
+
....this is really the best end he could have hoped for in this stupid mess, Face tucked against him, almost melting into his skin. The emotion is spent, they've shared it's embodiment. Now the kid will be able to control himself when the inevitable happens and this fucked-up world pulls them apart. Running his fingers through his boy's messy curls, he tips that perfect face up to his. "Be strong my love. Be the man I know you are. Whatever happens, know I love you. I'll always love you, Templeton." The kiss is deep, sweet, his heart and soul on offer to his boy...........
+
...Face can feel it, just how much of himself Hannibal's putting into that kiss, the embrace, keeping them both steady as the last of the euphoria fades. He's not cold inside, not tangled up like he was in the courtroom when he heard the judge sentence them to separate facilities. Exile from the only home he's ever known. Not now, not after that, taking what Hannibal's offering, what Hannibal desperately needs him to know, to be. He doesn't have it in him to disappoint this man...
+
....the kid is giving him that wicked grin now. What started to unravel in Iraq, in handcuffs over the Atlantic, in the courtroom, it's come back together. His boy is high speed, low drag. It's not going to be easy, neither of them are foolish enough to think that, but they can do this. Trust in each other, and they can do this until it gets done. Gently, slowly, he withdraws, kissing soft lips, murmuring love words, letting Face get his back off that cold wall.........
+
...Face tries to keep the kiss as long as he can, that feeling of emptiness worse than usual, but he's not going to give back in to the dark thoughts he's been having since the arrest. Hannibal expects more of him than that. Worst thing in the world, letting the boss down. He sinks to the bench with a grateful little groan, the muscles in his lower back tight, sore, fucking wonderful. A little towel's retrieved from god knows where, and Hannibal's cleaning them both off, tucking him back, kissing him again...
+
......he breaks the kiss with regret, getting both of them put back together, hearing the muted sounds of the change in shift. It won't be long now until those guards are in here and one of them is pulled out, shipped off. It'll be like losing an arm......for all of them. Tossing the towel into the corner, he sits and wraps an arm around Face, pulling him down to rest against his chest. "Get some sleep, sweetheart. You're going to need it."........
+
...he's fighting it, the encroaching exhaustion, not wanting to lose a second of what precious little time they have left. But he's not drifting, not with Hannibal wrapped around him like he is, so maybe it's okay. There's a rumble deep in that magnificent chest, rough with emotion and reassuring all the more for it.
"I'm right here, kid. I'll always be right here" ...
+
......Face is going to lose the fight. He's felt the kid fall asleep in his arms enough times to know the signs. There's one more little hitch in his boy's breathing, a stutter in the hand that's tucked under the tail of his shirt, and Face checks out, going soft and lax against him. Eyes closed, his tips his chin and settles his cheek against that soft, caramel hair. Maybe he can get a half-hour before the shit comes down...........
+
...It seems like he only barely closed his eyes when Hannibal, ever vigilant, wakes him with a soft touch and a word. Face doesn't quite get it through the clinging fog of sleep, but he knows what the boss is saying.
They're coming.
"I love you," he murmurs and is rewarded with one last kiss, one last reminder. It's quick, hurried, fleeting, but in its few seconds is everything they have together.
"I love you," Hannibal replies, demeanor calm but voice shaking. "Keep strong, soldier."
He nods, and then everything happens at once...
+
....there's quite the phalanx of them, like they're expecting him to pull a Houdini. He's knows he's going first, has always known it. He is his boys' focus, take that and you've taken their hearts.
All of them are up now, eyes wide and worried, surrounding him as the cell door clangs and the Captain in charge of the detail snaps, "Get out here Smith. Don't make us come in and get you."....
+
... Face has already pulled back a little, enough to where it looks like he just needed a soft place to fall asleep for the night. Murdock's got that haunted, hunted look in his eyes and BA's shaking his head. The lieutenant, former lieutenant, he admonishes himself, knows those looks. Coiling for action. Of course they're going to take Hannibal first.
"Give 'em hell, boss," he says firmly, and the corners of Hannibal's mouth twitch upwards in response...
+
....smart-mouthed to the end, his boy. Just the way he likes him. Getting to his feet, he squeezes Face's thigh as unobtrusively as possible on the way up, earning a hidden grin.
"Behave." He uses that voice that makes them all straighten up without even knowing they're doing it. "Take care of yourselves, boys. Everything will come right in the end. I promise."
The Captain is holding the handcuffs out, waiting...
+
... Hannibal pushes up, giving Face's hidden hand one quick squeeze as he does so. The boss's uniform is still a little uneven, his face a little grayer than it should have been, but still. He's the most beautiful thing the kid's ever seen.
He winks at Face as they slap the cuffs on, Murdock making a low whining sound in the back of his throat. BA makes to get up as they start shoving the boss roughly out, and Face is up in an instant, holding the big guy back from doing anything stupid. He's not going to disobey the last real order from his commander...
+
...He looks back as they march him out the door to the loading dock. They're all standing together. Still a team. Still his boys. Still his one special boy. He lifts his chin, drops a wink, knows Face saw, even as the guards are pushing on his back. He can do this. They can do this. It will come right. He knows it in his gut.....
+
... Face has been bracing for it, bracing for it since the container exploded in Baghdad, honestly, but it's here now, and it's like a kick in the balls. Hannibal's facing away from him now, the guards dragging him away, cooperating. So the rest of them don't suffer for it. Face can't watch it anymore, and Murdock's there, concern registering across his features, offering a hug, but Face can't. Not with the guards still watching them across the insubstantial, horrible, distance between them. Active duty to convict. It's real, it's finally real...
+
..It's not going to end this way. Not with them all in cells, separated by miles. Whoever started this, he and his boys are going to finish it. And it's going to end THEIR way.
As they push him down into the back of the prison van, he pulls out the cigar that Face tucked into his pocket as they were being led in this morning. "Anybody got a light?" Four hands are in his face almost immediately, matches aflame. Oh yeah, he can do this.
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Last Night
Date: 2011-07-14 01:12 am (UTC)Re: Last Night
Date: 2011-07-14 01:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-14 02:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-14 02:53 am (UTC)Also, she's a better writer.
But yes. This was fun.
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Date: 2011-07-14 03:06 am (UTC)I love these kinds of fics - two ppl wrote me a Zach Quinto/Sylar one a while back that was EPIC and... well, no. What I did was roleplay fic, I guess? First I was an alien priestess on a planet where Kirk and Spock landed and then I was Bones. And there was roleplay/almost cybersex. <.< Which was weird, lol. But well... I really like reading these things, too. Different authors using different styles, I love that. What's that called, where several authors write one fic together, everybody only one chapter? Round Robin, I think?
And again, I really loved this one! <3
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Date: 2011-07-14 03:43 am (UTC)And I could see how role-playing could get a little...cybersex-ish. Is it bad that I'm curious now?
Yeah. Round robin. We should do one of those...
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Date: 2011-07-14 03:55 am (UTC)And round robin, I thought I had remembered that correctly. Ha, we should really do one. I bet there are a lot of writers on the meme who would be interested. I never did one, but I think I would like to try. We would need to agree on a pairing and a plot though, lol... hmmm. Hmmmm...
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Date: 2011-07-14 04:03 am (UTC)Man parts meet ass. Ha! It should be an icon!
Never read any Pinto, although yes, that movie, my god...the producers REALLY gave Spock a case of the not gays but I do love it!
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Date: 2011-07-14 04:09 am (UTC)I think someone actually made an icon from the Peen/Dat Ass thing, I'm not sure though... and LOL Star Trek and Pinto got me back into fanfiction, haha. I had a break of about 5 years where I basically stayed away from the whole thing... hee.
And sadly... I can't watch that vid, Germany doesn't want to let me. But ahh... there will be plenty chance for Kirk/Spock "bromance" in the sequel... ;)
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Date: 2011-07-14 04:17 am (UTC)And damn, the link doesn't work? Grr. This guy took this one off YouTube, too...check out the "Red Letter Media" channel there. There are a bunch of reviews eviscerating (in the most intelligent and HILARIOUS way) all the new Star Trek and Star Wars movies (and Avatar). He was a bit kinder to ST2009, but still...great way to pass a few minutes!
Hooray for bromance. What would us poor fangirls do without it? They hardly ever give us what we want to see! I will admit, I recently watched the entire series run of Oz specifically because they have a m/m love relationship in there, and I squee a bit, every time the boys kiss...
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Date: 2011-07-14 04:28 am (UTC)I'll check out the Red Letter Media channel! And... yes, yes, German internet allows me to watch these videos, good. It can be a bit, erm, bitchy with videos from other countries. Ha, and the Star Wars Ep. 1 vid sounds hilarious so far! (and hi there Liam!)
Hooray for bromance indeed. Yes, what would we do without it... though at least in Star Trek, there's the whole t`hy`la thing and the "I have always been and shall always be your friend" stuff... I haven't watched Oz (yet, but I think I have to, because how often do we actually get to see boys kissing on screen? Well, apart from shows like Queer as Folk, of course lol), but for bromance I definitely recommend White Collar. It has hancuffs, too! ;)
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Date: 2011-07-14 04:43 am (UTC)The Star Wars reviews are hilarious. Well, no, I take that back. The first one is hilarious and insightful, the second is hilarious and insightful and you start to realize how badly Lucas fucked it up, and the third is hilarious and insightful and sort of pisses you off that somebody could fuck up that bad on something *that* important! But they're really worth watching. Great lesson in movie making. Also, you realize that Lucas could have made a better movie using a fanfic off theforce.net.
And yes. Long!hair!Liam. Love it.
Oz is awesome. But most of the kisses are on YouTube. Fanvidders, I love thee! I would have liked an actual sex scene (come on HBO, you give me girls grinding on each other on Games of Thrones!) but...I guess the mere implication makes American boys uneasy as it is, so...
I've heard about White Collar. I should watch.
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Date: 2011-07-15 12:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-15 12:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-14 03:39 pm (UTC)I think the role play thingie died a while back, did it?
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Date: 2011-07-15 12:49 pm (UTC)But yeah, IDK if I'll have a lot of time for a round robin, actually. Just found out my final exams are all in the space of three weeks, so, yeah, studying. We'll see... *sigh*
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Date: 2011-07-14 03:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-14 03:33 pm (UTC)And this thing makes me wonder along with the scene in the movie where Hannibal has got a better foto then Lynch, if the Boss wasn't able to contact his boys under the radar? Send messages back and forth while they were in prison? HHmmmm??? aww lol that sounds like yet another prompt and I didn't want to prompt anymore lolol *hides*
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Date: 2011-07-14 11:46 pm (UTC)And prompt away, honey? Why wouldn't you? I think it's a lovely idea.