Florence - Blog Posts

Open your eyes.

I gripped the both sides of the sink, my knuckles turning white.

She can't be dead. She isn't.

The ceremony starts in five minutes. People are already gathering in.

And here I am in the backstage bathroom throwing up my guts.

I stare at the mirror, slowly tilting my head up.

There, a sick looking man just stares back. The rings under his eyes striking out on dull white skin and bleak looking freckles. There's a bruise right in the middle of the bridge of his nose, black, red and purple. His hair is dishevelled as well as darker than he remembers. His tux clinging to his frame, the tie slanted and the buttons loose. Red smeared across his lips.

That man is me.

I turn on the faucet, watching the crimson mixing with clear water as it spirals down the drain.

I cupped up some water and splashed it on my face, cold drenching my skin while it trickled down. I dry my face off with my suit's sleeve, erasing the blood and matting off the water.

I glanced back at myself, my eyes narrowing.

"I hate you," I hissed.

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People are beginning to take their seats now. I recognize a few people in the front row.

Cassidy, wearing a black gown and a tinted veil over her face. Her sea green eyes looking weary and bleak while her husband, Robert, whispered words of comfort and put his arm over her shoulder.

Like that's gonna bring her sister back, jackass.

Clifford, a sort of friend of mine, came as well. He's sitting next to Robert. His suit is a dark grey, looking well cleaned up, considering this guy couldn't give a damn about his appearance most of the time.

Florence also came. Her face looked upset and overwhelmed by sadness. She's wearing a black dress, white gloves and a black rose in her brown hair.

Weird. How do you grieve for a person you've never met?

Charlie's parents are here, sitting on the second bleacher in the front row. Their faces weathered from time, but now chiselled from grief. Her mother won't stop crying.

As people settle down, their voices hushed, the pastor began to speak. Something about her resting in peace and God is watching over her.

Behind the curtain, I visibly scowl.

He's lying. She isn't resting in peace. She isn't watched over by God. If God really was watching, he wouldn't have let this happen.

She was too young. Too smart. And yet too naive at the same time.

"Stop it, stop it, just stop it..!" I whispered under my breath as he continued.

"-may we all grieve for the loss of Charlie Forester. A good friend. A precious daughter-"

"No...no...stop it. You didn't even know her..!" I hissed quietly from behind the blue curtain. I can feel my nails digging into the palms of my hands.

"-and a wonderful sister," the man said,his voice steady as his words echoed through the church.

I froze, feeling like I've been hit in the stomach. My eyes are stinging. My heart is heavy and my chest is way too tight.

I can't breathe and I can't cry.

I can't cry.

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He finished his speech with a few prayers. His prayers are interrupted by quiet sniffles and a few whimpers from Charlie's mother. Does he stops and assures them? As a man of God, surely he cares for his people?

Nope. Just keeps on going with his worthless prayers.

Some prayers bring comfort to folks.

I don't judge. But to folks like me? They never really did.

He's finally done and motions me onto the stage.

I take a deep breath and walk slowly to the front of the stage, replacing the pastor. My figure was bathing in the light above while all eyes were now turned to me.

I can hear a few whispers.

"-he isn't suppose to be up there-"

"-not even related to the family."

"-looks a little young-"

I tense, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone. My heart is now rattling against my rib cage.

I cleared my throat, my voice a little rough, "Charlie Forester was someone very dear to me. We weren't siblings by blood, but by a deep bond. And it brings me great...pain..to.." I trailed off.

What's happening?

Sweat beads down my forehead and my knees feel weak.

Stop it.

I continue on, "To have her gone. To have her ripped away from the people she loved and treasured. Even if...even if some of those people didn't deserve her love and time." My tone is still rough, but now it's unsteady.

My vision is blurred at the ends, fogging up almost like glass. The tips of my hands feel numb.

Stop it. Please.

My heart wants out. It's gripping my rib cage like prison bars and won't stop tugging on them, tearing at them. My lungs are getting too clustered and my face feels flushed.

I can't breathe. I can't cry. I can't feel my legs.

I watch as Cassidy looks at me with concern in her puffy eyes beneath the veil.

Clifford's mouthing something at me. Reassurance, maybe? I can't tell.

It's not that I haven't practice this speech. I practiced all the damn time before this day. Even in front of Jack.

I wish Jack was here. Here so he could tell me everything was alright. Here so that he could hug me and comfort me. "It's alright to cry, Hudson," he'd say.

But he isn't here to say that.

The pastor is whispering something to me. I think.

He places a hand on my shoulder.

Don't touch me.

"Are you alright, my son?" He asked.

Do I look alright?

"She's in god's realm. Resting peacefully," he assured me, his hand still resting calmly on my shoulder.

God's realm, my ass.

"Would you like to say a prayer for her now?"

I clenched my fists.

No.

...

I swung my fist, my vision still blurred.

Thud. Gasps. Yells. Heavy breathing.

Two men drag me away from my arms before I can finish the job.

Cassidy's telling me to stop.

Clifford looks horrified.

Florence is sympathetic.

And Jack would probably be disappointed.

They're yelling at me. The men behind me. Their grip forceful as they drag me off stage. Away from the pastor, who's also being dragged away. Not for the reason you might think.

I try and shrug their hands off my shoulders, thrashing as something streams down my face.

I'm crying. Yelling. Screaming.

She didn't deserve to die. She couldn't be dead.

My lungs are begging for air and my heart is still enraged.

My throat burns.

. . .

I̵̢̛͖̩̖͛͝ͅ ̵̧͖̩̹̦̰̲̆̃͑͘͜ḽ̸̢̣̘̭͓̉́̈́͊̇ö̷̢͕͓̘̲̤͇̱v̵̝̙͉̦̘͇̥̈́́͑̄e̸̟̲̼̼͉̜̠͚͛̑́ ̴̗̻́ý̷̨̭̥̲͉̳̦̓̎͑͗̐̂͘͜ơ̶̡͙̻̱̟͔̒ṷ̴͉͕̱̜͗̀͝ͅ,̷̼̭̐͌̃̀́͗̉̕ ̴̞̲͍͕̜͙͋̀͊̈́͐̎̏͑C̶̢̈́̈́͐͐h̴̦̥̻̎̏̌̉̅̏͛͘ä̸̦̬́̈́̏̇̂̌͜r̴͉̲͈̱̞̮̆̽̀ĺ̴̟̳̠̦̱͙͊̔̄͗͂͐̉i̴̧̝̞̺̤̰̩̦̐̇̆̇̄̔ȩ̴̻͎͕̂.̸̮̥̥̖̬̔͌̀͋ ̸̢̰̻̬̩̯̪̗͒̀͋͑͛̈́̐̕ ̸̨̎̓̈́͛̋̒̿͌A̷̞͇̰̓̆͒̕n̴̜̿̄̄͒̚͘d̸̫̪̺̰̟̐̈́̈́̔ͅ ̸̻̅̓̽́͝͠I̷̧̢̳̦̟̾͆̈́̀'̴̤̠̤͆̏̒̑̌͑̒͝m̸̮̓̐̂͑ ̷̺͛̈́s̸̢̈́̀̇̕ơ̴͍͓̜̜̐̀̾͑͋r̵̞̤̹͍͍̠̅̏̓͛̒̅͝͝r̸̡̥̯̘̠̖̼̜̆͌͝͠ÿ̶̖̖̳̜̥̼̜͉̾́̀̕ ̵̡̣͖̪̰̔I̷̝̅̌̿͋̌ ̴̼̭̽̽̓̑̿̽̒͛ŕ̴͖̗͈͓̈́̈́̋̑ų̴̧͕͚͙͎̥̆̂̊ì̸̧͕͓̳̻̪̘͐́̌̇̾̿͜n̷̜͔̙̩̠̞̳̑̊̏̆̚ė̵̤̤͜d̵̨͔͉̜̫̜̽̅͋́̀̂ ̷̟̲͇̓ͅe̵͉͐̉̈̽͑v̴̬̰̊̔͊͘ḙ̷̞̽̑̈́r̶̗̣̣̄͊̈ý̵͓͆͝t̶͙͓̠̼̞̟̦̐̂̍͛͠h̵̡͖̦̻͍̄̋͑̆̽̌i̵̮̱͂̈̅͑n̶̯͓̈́̏͂͒̈́́̇g̵̝̟̃͛͌.̵̳̲̳̭̇̈́ ̸̻̲̅̾͊́̈́̒͘ ̶̤͐̔̐͋͌͆͝E̷͌̕͜v̸̭̲̳̀̊̄͜͠e̶̘̙̦̱͐̃̆͌̕̚͝n̶̡̠͎̮̂̈́̂̇͂͒͝ ̵͖͈̙̗͈̖̍͆͝y̶̢̹͚͇̯͘o̸̢͋̑͗̎͐͐̃͝ǘ̷͍͓̭̼͔̠̈́̐̐̎͝r̸̖̞̩̱̆̊͗ ̸͖̲͙͈̦͈̀̿́͛͊̎́̑o̷̡̬͍̞̰͔͚͆̽̽̅̆̔͝w̸̰̲̖̲͂̊͛̈͛̒͂̉ń̷̡̙̬͖͎͖̎ͅ ̸̥͎̎͒̑̏̍̓͝f̴̩̦̭̬̳̣̜̗͒͑̑̎͋ư̴̪̏̐́̽̍͑ń̷̨̜͓̟͓͉̠͎͗͛͆̓̕e̴͓̔͋r̵̳͍͇̿͌͐͝a̷̻͌͑̈́̎̑̚l̶̙̅́͝͠.̸̳̘̯̝̹̼͓́̐͋̉̅͝͠

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(Gift for @creationandcalamityau . Inspired by our recent rp. @thelocalmoth 's Jack is mentioned as well)

Pictures from Florence on my trip!

SixFanarts stuff. (I am afraid that I have to put watermarks on the pictures. )

I drew twelve characters. 😂

@suekis-stuff @littleveltyoung

Black Butler. RandyCunningham from 9th Grade Ninja. Winnie the Pooh (Disney version). Maleficent. Hiccup from How to Train Your Dragon (DreamWorks film version). Edward Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist. Shanhai Qin is my friend's persona (Instagram @ qinshanhai). Link from Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild. Rick Sanchez from Rick and Morty. Frisk from Undertale. Pidan (the black cat) is my friend's cat (My friend is on Lofter, and her cat is missing atm. ) Florence Yeoh from Florence (game).

Well I really didn't know I could draw this well. The completed drawings are much better than I expected.

I was not in a good mood. I have been having online classes (I like online classes), but I suppose I have difficulties learning traditional art, and some of my courses are kind of disappointing. So I am probably not feeling so good. 😂

I was tired, and this SixFanarts stuff was way more challenging than I imagined. Glad that I finished drawing all the twelve characters. The characters look pretty nice I think. 😂

I made a short video. It shows my layers, so it's a fake process. you can watch it here https://www.instagram.com/p/B_XCMifJU1V/?igshid=1qaq95o3lruw4. Later I might post it to my Bilibili and Weibo. (I thought of creating a YouTube account and I guessed maybe having a channel there would be Interesting, but… nope. I don't plan to go there now. )

There is a two-page little comic about myself here. It's basically my complaints and thoughts. (The Yutyrannus is my persona.)

Seriously, I want to draw DP stuff. I would like to do DannyMay stuff. It sounds fun. (I hope I won't get too frustrated again. 😂)

Rexy Leung's 42nd original post.

2020. 04. 26.

10 Ground-breaking Earth Satellite Images from 2018

In 2018, our satellites captured beautiful imagery from throughout the solar system and beyond. However, some of our favorite visualizations are of this very planet. While this list is by no means exhaustive, it does capture some Earth satellite images from this year that are both visually striking as well as scientifically informative. This list also represents a broad variety of Earth’s features, as well as satellite instrumentation. Take a journey with our eyes in the sky!

10. Hurricane Florence

Before making landfall, Hurricane Florence churned in the Atlantic for a full two weeks — making it among the longest-lived cyclones of the 2018 season. When it finally did hit land on Sep. 14, the storm devastated the southeastern U.S. coast with intense winds, torrential rains and severe flooding.

This natural-color image was acquired by MODIS on the Terra Satellite on Sep. 12, 2018. 

Images like this, as well as other satellite information, were used to anticipate the impact of the storm. Our Disasters Program created flood proxy maps that were shared with the Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA) and the National Guard to estimate how many and which communities would be most affected by the storm, in order to help prepare recovery efforts ahead of time.

9. Australia’s Lake Eyre Basin

The Lake Eyre Basin covers one-sixth of Australia and is one of the world’s largest internally draining river systems. However, the rivers supported by this system are ephemeral, meaning that they only run for short periods of time following unpredictable rain — the rest of the time, the Basin is a dry, arid desert.

However, when the heavy rain comes, the basin erupts in an explosion of green. In this false-color image captured by the Operational Land Imager (OLI) on Landsat 8 on Apr. 25, 2018, you can see how the vegetation completely envelops the spaces where the water has receded. (Flood water is indicated by light blue, and vegetation is indicated by light green.)

Satellites are an excellent tool for tracking greening events that are followed by flooding. These events offer opportunities for predictive tools as well as recreation.

8. Alaska’s Chukchi Sea 

A Monet painting comes to life as the Chukchi Sea swirls with microscopic marine algae.

This image was captured off the Alaskan coast by OLI on Landsat 8 on Jun. 18, 2018. After the Arctic sea ice breaks up each spring, the nutrient-rich Bering Sea water mixes with the nutrient-poor Alaskan coastal water. Each type of water brings with it a different type of phytoplankton and the surface waters have just enough light for the algae to populate and flourish. The result is these mesmerizing patterns of turquoise and green.

This image represents one piece of much larger, incredibly complex ecosystem. While one would not normally associate the breaking up of sea ice with phytoplankton blooms, it is an intricate process of the phytoplankton life cycle. The size of the blooms have varied greatly from year to year, and experts are unsure why. Images like these can help scientists track the development of these blooms and link it to other environmental changes.

7. Hawaii’s Kilauea 

Sometimes fresh lava is best viewed in infrared.

This false-color image of Kilauea, captured by OLI on Landsat 8 on May 23, 2018, shows the infrared signal emitted by lava flowing toward the sea. The purple areas surrounding the glowing lava are clouds lit from below, indicating that this image was taken through a break in the clouds.

The Puʻu ʻŌʻō Kupaianaha eruption has been continuously spewing red-hot lava since 1983, making it the longest eruption at Kilauea in recorded history. However, new fissures opened up this year that forced many to evacuate the area. Hawaii’s largest lake evaporated in hours and hundreds of homes were destroyed in Vacationland and Kapoho. 

Imagery, seismometers and ground-based instruments were used to track the underground movement of magma. Infrared imagery can be incredibly helpful in disasters like this when you to view data that cannot be observed with the naked eye. 

6. California’s Woolsey Burn Scar

Nothing quite encapsulates the destruction of a wildfire like a photo from outer space.

This image of the Woolsey Fire aftermath in Southern California was captured on Nov. 18, 2018 by the Advanced Spaceborned Thermal Emission and Reflection Radiometer (ASTER) on the Terra satellite. This false-color infrared image has been enhanced to clearly show the burned vegetation (indicated by brown) and the vegetation that survived unscathed (indicated by green).

The Woolsey Fire clearly left its mark, with almost 152 square miles (394 square km) and 88% of the Santa Monica Mountains National Recreation Area badly burned. Images like this one can assist fire managers in the area plan for recovery. 

5. Bangladesh’s Padma River

As the years go by, the Padma River grows and shrinks, twists and turns. It never has a fixed shape, and as a result, thousands of people must regularly adapt to the constant changes in the river’s 75-mile (130-km) shoreline.

This image captured on Jan. 20, 2018 by OLI on Landsat 8 depicts one of the major rivers of Bangladesh. For thirty years, scientists have been tracking the erosion of the river with satellite imagery. Combinations of shortwave infrared, near infrared, and visible light are used to detect differences year-to-year in width, depth, and shape of the river. Sometimes the river splits off, but then rejoins again later. These patterns are created by the river carrying and depositing sediment, shaping the curves of the path of water.

Monitoring the Padma River is going to become especially important as a new bridge development project advances in the Char Janajat area. Although the bridge will most certainly help shorten travel times for citizens, nobody is quite sure how the river erosion might affect the construction and vice versa. 

4. Alaska’s Yakutat Glacier 

It’s hard to believe that Harlequin Lake was once all dry land — but it only started to form once Yakutat Glacier started melting. The lake appeared at the beginning of the twentieth century, and has been growing rapidly ever since.

In this hauntingly beautiful image, captured on Sep. 21 2018 by OLI on Landsat 8, the effect of climate change is apparent — especially when compared to earlier images of the region.

Unless the climate warming starts to reverse very soon — which scientists consider very unlikely — Yakutat could be gone as soon as 2070.

3. South Africa’s Theewaterskloof

Cape Town is a seaside city planted on the tip of South Africa. It’s a city known for its beaches and biodiversity — it also almost became known as the first major city to officially run out of water.

This image of Cape Town’s largest reservoir — Theewaterskloof — was acquired on Jul. 9th, 2018 by OLI on Landsat 8. By the time this photo was taken, the city’s main reservoirs stood at 55%. This was a huge increase from where it stood just six months earlier: just 13%.

The severe water shortage in the region started in 2015, only to become more threatening after three successive and unusually dry years. The entire city was preparing for Day Zero — the day the tap water would be shut off.  

Despite forecasts that Day Zero would arrive in April, a combination of heavier rains and local conservation efforts restored the majority of the reservoir. 

2. Aerosol Earth

Aerosols are all around us. From the smoke from a fire, to the dust in the wind to the salt in sea spray — these solid particles and liquid droplets are always swirling in our atmosphere, oftentimes unseen.

The Goddard Earth Observing System Forward Processing (GEOS FP) model uses mathematical equations to model what is happening in our atmosphere. The inputs for its equations — temperature, moisture, wind, etc. — come from our satellites and ground sensors.

This visualization was compiled on Aug. 24, 2018 — obviously a busy day for aerosols in our atmosphere. Swirls of sea salt (indicated by blue) reveal typhoons Soulik and Cimaron heading straight towards South Korea and Japan. A haze of black carbon (indicated by red) suffuse from agricultural burning in Africa and large wildfires in North America. And clouds of dust (indicated by purple) float off the Sahara desert.

1. Camp Fire

With nearly a hundred fatalities, hundreds of thousands of acres burned and billions of dollars of damage, the world watched in horror as Camp Fire grew to become the most destructive California wildfire in recorded history.

This image was captured on Nov. 8, 2018 by OLI on Landsat 8 on the same day Camp Fire ignited. It consolidates both visible light and shortwave-infrared light in order to highlight the active fire. Strong winds and dry conditions literally fanned the flames and spread this wildfire like a rash. 

This image has not only become the iconic portrait for Camp Fire, it is also sobering representation of how quickly a fire can grow out of control in a short amount of time. Even from space, you can almost smell the massive plumes of smoke and feel the heat of the fires.

Whether you realize it or not, our Earth satellite missions are collecting data everyday in order to monitor environmental changes and prepare for natural disasters.  If your interest is piqued by this list, head over to the Earth Observatory. The Earth Observatory updates daily with fresh, new content — brought to you by none other than our eyes in the sky. 

Make sure to follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of space: http://nasa.tumblr.com

And those heavy days in June when love became an act of defiance.

In those heavy days in June when love became an act of defiance.

Remembering the 49 angels on the 4th anniversary of the tragedy in Pulse Nightclub in Orlando.

Kitchen - Great Room

Mid-sized single-wall medium tone wood floor and brown floor open concept kitchen photo with a single-bowl sink, flat-panel cabinets, white cabinets, quartz countertops, white backsplash, ceramic backsplash, stainless steel appliances, an island and white countertops

The River Arno in Florence, Italy

an afternoon in the past

Dante reunited with Firenze

L'amore che muove il sole e l'altre stelle. -Dante Alighieri, Divina Comedia-

Ponte Vecchio in Florence, Italy🇮🇹

📷 ~ viewed from Uffizi Galleries

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Florence, Italy🇮🇹

📷 ~ View from San Miniato al Monte

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“I Love Florence”

Ponte Vecchio

Florence Welch photographed by Matthew Stone for Clash Magazine (2011).

Audacity pt. 2

Summary; HI! Would you be able to do part 2 of Audacity i really liked it  ! Maybe it’s like Hannibal and y/n’s wedding and mason doesn’t stop flirting ?  Love your work babe. @hercherrysong

Warnings; None.

Hanibal x Female Reader 

A/N; Thank you for the request love. Enjoy.

      After planning every little detail the big day has arrived, they were in Florence Italy. It was going to take place in Castello di Vincigliata, only a man like Hannibal would want to get married in an ancient castle, Y/N was fine with it, over the years she got accustom to his lavish life style and the idea of getting married like lords and ladies excited her. All of the guests arrived few days ago so they were using the castle as a hotel and Hannibal wasn’t a parsimonious man, he went big by hiring staff and ordering expensive food and drinks. 

As Y/N was getting ready in her room she took a glance on the tall mirror, Alana was helping her with the dress and other 2 servants were helping too, ‘’You look beautiful Y/N.’’ Alana said smiling but there was something in her eyes, sadness? ‘’I hope you know what you are getting yourself into.’’ Y/N knew what she meant, ‘’I will be fine Alana, don’t worry.’’ Her hair and makeup was done and with the final touches she was ready,

Her entire life she never thought that she would get married and now here she was, standing in a wedding dress. She chewed her red lip sullenly, ‘’I wish my parents were here.’’ She whispered to herself but Alana heard her, gently held her shaking hand, ‘’Don’t cry, you’ll ruin your makeup.’’ They laughed together.

Hannibal Lecter held traditional values at a high level so he didn’t come to see her before the wedding ceremony, he was standing at the altar watching the crowd talking and smiling and enjoying their time here, the sun was setting slowly and leaving a reddish colour on the stony walls of the castle, the music started and Y/N appeared with Jack Crawford, Jack was walking her down the aisle, she had a small smile on her lips, eyes on Hannibal. She looked like a Goddess, in fact she was more beautiful than any Goddess who walked on the Earth and he was afraid they would catch her hubris and take her away from him. She was so divinely beautiful that if she lived in Ancient Greece Hades would’ve kidnapped her, Zeus would’ve changed his form to be with her, Aphrodite would’ve challenged her and eventually her beauty and charms would’ve caused wars. As she was coming closer to him he could smell her perfume and the flowers she was holding. Jack left her standing right in front of Hannibal, he winked at her before the ceremony started, Priest who was an Italian man started to speak in English with a cute accent. ‘’Do you take Y/N Y/L/N as your lawful wife, to have and hold to, from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer and poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you apart?’’

Hannibal was holding her hands feeling the wedding ring, ‘’Yes, I do.’’ A whistle came from the crowd, it was Will Graham, Hannibal’s friend, after the ceremony was done it was time for a dinner and party.

Y/N and Hannibal took their places at the head of the table, he stood up to make a speech, ‘’May I have your attention please, thank you all for accepting our invitation for our wedding ceremony. My heart lifts  to see your beautiful faces,  I must admit, before I saw my beautiful wife’s face  I’ve never thought of marriage and spending the rest of my life with someone, when I saw her for the first time I thought…’’ he thought of his words for a second, ‘’What a unique creation of God,’’ Y/N felt her cheeks go red, ‘’thank you again for joining us, enjoy your evening.’’  And he lifted his champagne glass,

the guests started to applause, on their left and right their close friends were seated and the staff was bringing the food and drinks, at the corner a group of musicians were playing soft tunes. Instantly Hannibal noticed Mason Verger’s eyes on Y/N, she was unaware, talking to Alana who was sitting next to Margot Verger, they seemed to get along and Y/N was happy for them. Actually, Y/N was the one who introduced them to each other and she watched their relationship blossom. Hannibal Lecter was fed up with Mason and his behaviors especially towards his wife. Yes, finally Y/N was his wife and he was her husband, they belong to each other, they promised to be faithful and Hannibal knew Y/N wouldn’t do anything to hurt him but Mason was a man who pushes people nonstop to get what he wants.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5hTvc3f83Ws&t=9s (this is the waltz son)

After the dinner Y/N and Hannibal stood up to dance waltz, they loved dancing to waltz all the time, even in their home Hannibal would play a song and they would waltz until they were tired. Hannibal guided her to the center of the stage, they were to first ones to dance,  ‘’What a vision you are.’’ Hannibal said observing her perfect face, he was a man who loved observing art and a piece of art was before his maroon eyes, she seemed to fall into the haunted darkness that lingers in his gaze. She knew what kind of a man he was, he explained it to her years ago but it still scared her, there was still a one percent potential of Hannibal murdering Y/N but she found herself thinking that she would gladly get on her knees and accept the death because it would be coming from him, from the love of her life.

‘’You look like a Disney prince Hannibal, every girl’s and boy’s dream.’’ It made him laugh, ‘’Hope I’m your dream prince.’’ He joked as they were dancing, soon their peace was interrupted by Mason who asked Y/N’s hand for dance, it would be rude not to accept it so she gave an apologetic smile to Hannibal and took Mason’s extended hand.

‘’You look beautiful Mrs. Lecter.’’ He said with a thin edge in his tone, he looked resentful, ‘’Thank you Mason. I must say you look handsome in that 3 piece suit.’’ She was just being kind, ‘’You should see me without it.’’ He said laughing, Y/N didn’t find it funny. ‘’It breaks my heart to see you with him.’’ Mason said, she studied his face to see if he was telling the truth or he just wanted her as a reward, like a stag head to hang it on his wall and impress others, he was actually telling the truth.

‘’Is he in love with me?’’

A chill went through her because Hannibal was dancing with Alana Bloom and they were close, he was listening to their conversation. ‘’I’m sure you can find someone to help with that.’’ Y/N said, ‘’Why did you accept him? I just want to know because there is age gap between you two, and you don’t belong in the same world.’’

Mason wasn’t wrong, Hannibal and Y/N lived different lives until they met, ‘’I don’t think it would be a problem.’’ She replied shortly.

‘’May I have my bride back?’’ Hannibal approached to them with an icy tone, Y/N could only wish that he would be patient and not to kill Mason right here. ‘’Of course Hannibal.’’

Throughout the night they danced, drank and Hannibal watched Mason flirt with Y/N, thankfully her beauty matched her intellect so she was quick at making jokes and changing the subject. ‘’He must be taken care of soon.’’ He thought when the night came to an end, guests were going back to their rooms and Hannibal knew here Y/N was. She was at the garden of the castle, he put his jacket on her cold shoulders, she was watching the sky, ‘’Imagine living in a castle like this one. Such a aesthetic.’’

‘’I’ve once lived in a mansion with my uncle Roberto which looked like a castle, so many hidden doors and passages… my sister Misha and I used to hide and seek. It would take us hours to find each other.’’ Y/N was surprised he was opening about his past life and childhood because Hannibal only mentioned that he was an orphan and adopted by his uncle once, and he never spoke about it again until now. ‘’We are family now Hannibal.’’

‘’I know, and families look after one another so do not worry about Mason Verger, he will have his karma soon.’’ He was hugging her from behind, gave a small kiss on her head, ‘’Hannibal please don’t do it on our wedding day.’’ She knew what Hannibal was capable of, ‘’I will never ruin our important day, don’t fret my love. As soon as we get back to our home I’ll start the process.’’ Hannibal Lecter was a possessive man who cannot accept the fact that Mason lusts for his wife, Mason’s fate was to die and he was goin to be his executioner.

Y/N was relieved, she turned to face him, ‘’Shall we enjoy our wedding night?’’ she asked sounding innocent yet with a touch of concupiscence. A smirk formed on his plump lips and lifted his bride into his arms in a traditional way, Y/N was giggling like a child, ‘’Hannibal! You don’t have to be this traditional. You’re gonna hurt yourself put me down.’’

Hannibal was walking towards their room, ‘’I won’t take no as an answer darling, when we get back home I will carry like this again.’’

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