Dr. Hannibal Lecter (
cook_the_rude) wrote2018-12-27 01:12 am
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"Going my way?"
Hannibal had turned the car around, opened the door and dropped the body of their police escort as he'd never drop that much litter. He still wore his grey uniform from the State Hospital, but his smile was utterly free.
The car smelled of gunshots and blood, but it would do.
Hannibal had turned the car around, opened the door and dropped the body of their police escort as he'd never drop that much litter. He still wore his grey uniform from the State Hospital, but his smile was utterly free.
The car smelled of gunshots and blood, but it would do.
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At least there wasn't blood on the seat. Will wasn't sure he could have gotten in otherwise. The seat was still warm from the man's body. It should have unnerved him but it didn't.
He does up the seatbelt and sighs, letting his head fall back. "Why do I only seem get in a car with you when I've been injured in some way?" Not always physically but he seems to always be aching when he's Hannibal's passenger.
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"He never quite succeeded," he muses. "Not from the man who lived in Wolf Trap and would drive hours every day to faithfully return to his pack."
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Didn't know.
"At least they're safe." Almost abstinently.
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He turns his head, looking at Hannibal's profile in the afternoon light. "You still think there is a beyond for us?"
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Pause.
"I'll see to that when we're at the house."
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"House?" He lifts an eyebrow. "It's just bruise." Probably.
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Pause.
"Nobody gets to pick their own nicknames," he then adds. "If that is what they know me as, then that is what I am to them."
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He closes his eyes and mumbles, almost to himself, "Murder husbands."
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Pause.
"Yes, even without an Abigail for us to be fathers to."
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"I asked Bedelia if she thought you were in love with me."
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Pause.
"Poor Bedelia. Unlike Alana, she did not find a grand, victorious consolation prize."
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He reaches over to briefly touch Will's cheek.
"Tell me when you need me to shut up."
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