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Dr. Hannibal Lecter ([personal profile] cook_the_rude) wrote2018-12-25 11:55 am

OOM: Between the lines of dialogue

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

He looks as if he'd been expecting Will.
feed_the_lost: (In hannibals hand)

[personal profile] feed_the_lost 2018-12-26 10:41 am (UTC)(link)
"More like something chewing on my brain stem."

And he was through the glass, leaning his hip on Hannibal's big desk, back in the room they'd shared so many conversations.

"Too close to my frontal lobe to safely be removed."
feed_the_lost: (Looking up)

[personal profile] feed_the_lost 2018-12-26 10:49 am (UTC)(link)
"And what do you become, if you're bound in this with me?"
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[personal profile] feed_the_lost 2018-12-26 11:18 am (UTC)(link)
"My becoming and your, what? Devotion?" the last work lifts with a note of disbelief.
feed_the_lost: (In hannibals hand)

[personal profile] feed_the_lost 2018-12-26 11:42 am (UTC)(link)
"What do you want, Hannibal?" Will circles around him, turning his back to Hannibal, looking into the flames. "When you lowers your antlers to my touch?"
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[personal profile] feed_the_lost 2018-12-26 11:59 am (UTC)(link)
Will comes back over to lean on the table again, at Hannibal's side, arms crossed and eyes down. "See." he echoes very softly, hearing Garret Jacob Hobbs' voice as well as his own.
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[personal profile] feed_the_lost 2018-12-26 12:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"I tried to forsake them, remember? Including you. And yet here I am."

He cocks his head, looking down at Hannibal. "You don't believe we can deal with him?"
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[personal profile] feed_the_lost 2018-12-26 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"And that doesn't bother you, does it." Will huffs, not posing it as a question.
feed_the_lost: (In hannibals hand)

[personal profile] feed_the_lost 2018-12-26 12:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Will looks up, into those eyes. Looking for the monster and seeing only Hannibal. Or perhaps seeing the monster and finding Hannibal.
feed_the_lost: (Looking up)

[personal profile] feed_the_lost 2018-12-26 12:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Will lifts his hand, palm flat.

Feeling only cold glass.
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[personal profile] feed_the_lost 2018-12-26 12:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Promise then." There's the briefest tweak of a smile at the corner of his lips as he pushes off the glass.
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[personal profile] feed_the_lost 2018-12-26 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Will doesn't look back.