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🐶 ([personal profile] sweats) wrote2017-01-23 07:33 pm
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[ week one ➝ hannibal ]

[ The afternoon was honestly, a blur. He remembers talking to Ezio, curt and to the point and trying not to readily admit his reasons for this. He remembers putting together a sandwich and being annoyed that he ate something that Hannibal hadn't cooked for him. He remembers trying not to focus on Hannibal outside for a while before realizing that if he was going to do this, he'd need supplies.

So, there was a moment where Will left the hotel again on a straight shot to the General Store. He didn't look in the way of Hannibal and instead kept his eyes down and his stride direct. He wasn't sure what he would find there but he's thinking, vaguely, of Molly, which hurts in a way he doesn't quite want right now. He puts his frustrations into searching, thinking of what Molly enjoyed here. She liked candles and tea, of soft soaps and herbs that filled up their steamy bathroom and made even Will feel drowsy with contentment. He remembers sharing those times with her, of dozing with his nose pressed into her hair and soft music filling the room.

He doesn't quite realize he's back at the room until he's standing there with a pack of candles, some bath oils, and pockets full of herbs. It's not quite losing time but... but it's a near thing. He looks out the window to see Hannibal and Percy, talking to each other in the middle of their work.

Will is here though and he's committed and he's staying the -- well, he's not exactly staying the night but he is spending a while on Hannibal's couch without any urge to leave. He gets to work soon after, setting the bathroom up and going downstairs to put on some tea. It takes some effort and Will nearly abandons the venture altogether but in the end, everything is prepared just around the time Will spots Hannibal finishing and heading back to the hotel.

He hates this. He hates this. Why did he offer? What possessed him to do this?

When Hannibal finally gets there, the bathroom door is closed but even the outer room smells good from the bath, like lavender and herbal tea and warm milk. The tea Will picked is, of course, chamomile and Will sits on the couch, mug in hand and looking like he's been holding his breath much too long. He bites out immediately instead of a greeting -- ]

I changed rooms with Ezio for the night.

[ God damnit. ]
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[personal profile] sating 2017-01-24 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's far from the first time he's buried a body, and as often happens when Hannibal displays some kind of odd, questionable knowledge, he's almost disappointed that no one questions it. It's a strange feeling, because it's not exactly that he wants to be caught, but there is something to be said for liking a challenge. When people catch onto the fact that Hannibal knows too much even for a psychiatrist-once-surgeon, it gets more entertaining for him. But when people accept his grave-digging and his endurance at face value... Ah, well. He has no illusions here that they'll learn the truth in time. He can only be grateful that he didn't have to bury Tiara too, otherwise digging her up again later would be rather annoying.

He stops in the hall once he enters it, and his hand hovers against the wall lightly like he's hesitating. For anyone watching, it would be a reaction like an odd sound had caught his attention, since he's attentive, but curious. It's not a sound, though. It's a smell. He's hardly forgotten about Will's blurted out offer, but he's still rather surprised that Will actually seems to have... followed through. And so there's a moment where Hannibal stops, closes his eyes, and breathes in slowly, half-savoring this moment, and half-committing it to memory.

But it is only a moment's pause, lest Will actually hear that he paused at all and was weird about it. There's at least a familiarity between them enough that he doesn't feel the need to knock, because Will will know that Hannibal already knows he's there. But when he opens the door with a soft smile, it rather quickly turns to surprise. ]

...Well.

[ This was also unexpected. Hannibal steps inside and closes the door after himself, though as he looks to the Hannibal, he pauses, shakes his head, then looks to Will again. ]

I'm glad that he agreed. I'm also surprised that you asked.
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