“with all my knowledge and intuition, i could never entirely predict 𝐲𝐨𝐮.”
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𝐃𝐫. 𝐇. 𝐋𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. retweeted
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As he hangs the jacket, his dark gaze follows Will, tinted by curiosity.
“May I offer you something to eat or drink?” The offer comes from practiced politeness, yet his real intention is on understanding the reason of the visit; regardless, he enjoys it.
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“Indeed, you thought correctly.” A simply matter-of-fact comment, yet the cadence of his voice suggests a praise. He extends a hand towards Will, before adding [ always a host, always polite ], “May I have your coat?”
Will has found him in a rather
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Dirt and snow are brought inside by the man, yet his displeasure at the unsightly display is non-existent compared to the curiosity that his visit feeds.
“No need to apologize, Will, I'm glad you're here. May I ask, what can I do for you?”
𝐃𝐫. 𝐇. 𝐋𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. retweeted
The pad of his finger firmly pushes the scalpel in a downward motion, shaving the wood from his drawing pencil. Unsatisfied until it's sharp enough to accurately portray the details of his most recent drawing —— his own take on worship, inspired by Goya's Witches Sabbath.
𝐃𝐫. 𝐇. 𝐋𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. retweeted
“Sika deer supplement their diet by eating bones and small birds. Gentle creatures, yet opportunistic carnivorous; they represent a fit metaphor for a certain kind of human.”
𝐃𝐫. 𝐇. 𝐋𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. retweeted
While Will's cooking differs from his, more practical than aesthetically leaned ——the food he chooses to prepare for his strays coming to mind——, Hannibal cannot help but indulge in the fantasy that the question “How would he eat me?” lets run free.
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A quick glance at his watch reaffirms his suspicion; whoever is outside, bothering at this hour is simply 𝒓𝒖𝒅𝒆. Or it would be, if it weren't for the face that greets him.
𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍.
“Will, please, come inside.” Lecter invites, polite smile decorating his features.
