[ it figures that even in the sanctity of his dreams, Hannibal violates his space and shatters his illusions of a peaceful sleep. that after the beads of sweat Abigail and her friends wrenched from his tired body, Hannibal would be the one to dehydrate him, the one to make him go into shock. the one to send him into a panic attack. the grinning face of the Cheshire cat to help him lose his way amidst his nightmares.
but enough with the metaphors. it's not the first time he's seen him here, like this. it won't be the last. Will offers him his usual deadeye stare and expressionless lips, betraying nothing except in the twitch of muscles at the edge of his jaw when he clenches it. ]
Dr. Lecter.
[ his tone is dead, and this is routine. almost comfortable. it always follows with the same nightmare fuel, and even if it doesn't, his voice alone is enough to ruin all closure he's sought with Abigail. which in a way, makes this worse than the dreams of his own intestines spun like thread around Hannibal's fingertips. and allows him a single, mistaken moment of vulnerability: ]
I don't want to do this. Not tonight. [ go away. he regrets it the instant he's said it. but he knows he can't take it back. ]
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but enough with the metaphors. it's not the first time he's seen him here, like this. it won't be the last. Will offers him his usual deadeye stare and expressionless lips, betraying nothing except in the twitch of muscles at the edge of his jaw when he clenches it. ]
Dr. Lecter.
[ his tone is dead, and this is routine. almost comfortable. it always follows with the same nightmare fuel, and even if it doesn't, his voice alone is enough to ruin all closure he's sought with Abigail. which in a way, makes this worse than the dreams of his own intestines spun like thread around Hannibal's fingertips. and allows him a single, mistaken moment of vulnerability: ]
I don't want to do this. Not tonight. [ go away. he regrets it the instant he's said it. but he knows he can't take it back. ]