[ Hannibal might be happy to know that Will had yet to encounter even a whisper of his (Hannibal's) recent dinner party shenanigans.
Actually, scratch that. This is Hannibal we're talking about. He'd probably enjoy the chance to show off his cleverness, and preen at his success. Not just the success of the party itself, but of having -for the moment- cleverly escaped the consequences of his actions.
The older man's voice was one that lived, almost permanently, in Will's mind. The monster, within Will himself, embraced the less than tasty urges that spilled through the door, which was now permanently open. The remain shreds of his humanity, just sighed and readied themselves for battle.
This whole cooking event was about chaotic energy? Echo should just plug an extension cord into Will's head, and feed off the chaotic energy of the ex-profiler's mind. It could prove enough power to maintain at least a dozen extra dimensions.
But enough of that.
For perhaps the first time since Will had identified Hannibal's identity as the Ripper, the younger man's shoulders did not tense in response to the apex predator's presence behind him. They didn't relax exactly, but to Hannibal's keen eyes, he might noticed that there was a settled resignation that was reflected from Will's body language. ]
Doctor Lecter. [ His voice maintained its soft spoken, sing song quality, expressing neither joy, nor trepidation at the discovery of the man behind him. But when Will turned, his expression mirrored the look in his eyes as he'd stood over the wounded Hannibal, sipping his wine and waiting for Dolarhyde to join them. That strange mix of affectionate resignation, combined with the 'I'm so very fascinated to stand here and watch you slowly die' darkness.
Sliding his hands in the front pockets of his blood stained trousers, he cocked his head slightly to the side, his patented sardonic smirk settling on his lips. ]
I'd say this suggests we're both in Hell, [ he continued in those same, soft tones ] only I don't believe the fallen angel Lucifer would want to deal with us both, at the same time. [ Making a show of studying the environment, his eyes made their way back to Hannibal's face. ] Thus, I suppose I must accept this as a living reality.
[ A discreet exploration of his own into what memories Hannibal carried. ]
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Actually, scratch that. This is Hannibal we're talking about. He'd probably enjoy the chance to show off his cleverness, and preen at his success. Not just the success of the party itself, but of having -for the moment- cleverly escaped the consequences of his actions.
The older man's voice was one that lived, almost permanently, in Will's mind. The monster, within Will himself, embraced the less than tasty urges that spilled through the door, which was now permanently open. The remain shreds of his humanity, just sighed and readied themselves for battle.
This whole cooking event was about chaotic energy? Echo should just plug an extension cord into Will's head, and feed off the chaotic energy of the ex-profiler's mind. It could prove enough power to maintain at least a dozen extra dimensions.
But enough of that.
For perhaps the first time since Will had identified Hannibal's identity as the Ripper, the younger man's shoulders did not tense in response to the apex predator's presence behind him. They didn't relax exactly, but to Hannibal's keen eyes, he might noticed that there was a settled resignation that was reflected from Will's body language. ]
Doctor Lecter. [ His voice maintained its soft spoken, sing song quality, expressing neither joy, nor trepidation at the discovery of the man behind him. But when Will turned, his expression mirrored the look in his eyes as he'd stood over the wounded Hannibal, sipping his wine and waiting for Dolarhyde to join them. That strange mix of affectionate resignation, combined with the 'I'm so very fascinated to stand here and watch you slowly die' darkness.
Sliding his hands in the front pockets of his blood stained trousers, he cocked his head slightly to the side, his patented sardonic smirk settling on his lips. ]
I'd say this suggests we're both in Hell, [ he continued in those same, soft tones ] only I don't believe the fallen angel Lucifer would want to deal with us both, at the same time. [ Making a show of studying the environment, his eyes made their way back to Hannibal's face. ] Thus, I suppose I must accept this as a living reality.
[ A discreet exploration of his own into what memories Hannibal carried. ]