cook_the_rude: (Coming out of the darkness)
Dr. Hannibal Lecter ([personal profile] cook_the_rude) wrote2015-05-30 09:35 pm

OOM: for Ganymede

Hannibal's room in Milliways is quite simple, for his standards.

There is a book case full of well-worn old books, a small fireplace with a comfortable-looking chair, some historical prints of Florence, and a small harpsichord. There's a desk, and a desk chair to go with it. Most furniture is vintage midcentury modern, unobtrusively luxurious and classic. He even has what must be a small kitchen, made up from two towers and an island.

Everything is rich, warm wood and mature colours -- an off-grey, and some accents in oxblood red.
the_cupbearer: (naked back)

[personal profile] the_cupbearer 2015-06-14 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Do you? And do you feed them to things you want to eat later as well?" he asks, well familiar with the concept."
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[personal profile] the_cupbearer 2015-06-14 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
"How Roman of you," he laughs, turning his head to Hannibal and reaching up to make the man look at him.

"I know another ancient thing you should have."
the_cupbearer: (smiling / laughing)

[personal profile] the_cupbearer 2015-06-14 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"You can't guess?" he asks, with a mercurial smile flitting across his mouth. "Honestly?"
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[personal profile] the_cupbearer 2015-06-15 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
"You're looking at him," Ganymede answers softly, eyes almost half closed as he looks up at Lecter.
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[personal profile] the_cupbearer 2015-06-15 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Let me put it to you this way: you may drink of me what you like, but I request all eating be solely metaphorical," Ganymede laughs.
the_cupbearer: (curious)

[personal profile] the_cupbearer 2015-06-15 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Does it?" he asks. "And what quandary do I put you in by that?"
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[personal profile] the_cupbearer 2015-06-16 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
Ganymede waits for a second at that, and laughs, letting his head fall back. "By all means, Hannibal, do what you like with the end result."