OOM: Between the lines of dialogue

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal is standing, ramrod straight, in his now-empty cell.

He looks as if he'd been expecting Will.

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[cook_the_rude]

"If it were that easy," Hannibal says, "it wouldn't be worth our time."

[feed_the_lost]

"And that doesn't bother you, does it." Will huffs, not posing it as a question.

[cook_the_rude]

"If you want to win your life, you must risk it," Hannibal says. He steps closer, and looks into Will's eyes.

[feed_the_lost]

Will looks up, into those eyes. Looking for the monster and seeing only Hannibal. Or perhaps seeing the monster and finding Hannibal.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal's eyes, a reddish, almost glowing brown, hold Will's gaze with a fond smile, hiding nothing.

All around is filled with monsters and prey, but Will is here with him, on the inside.

[feed_the_lost]

Will lifts his hand, palm flat.

Feeling only cold glass.

[cook_the_rude]

"Soon."

[feed_the_lost]

"Threat?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Never a threat to you, Will."

[feed_the_lost]

"Promise then." There's the briefest tweak of a smile at the corner of his lips as he pushes off the glass.

[cook_the_rude]

"All the promises you need," Hannibal assures him.

[feed_the_lost]

Will doesn't look back.