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Pieces of you (Will)
Hannibal's adjustment period for his twinned soul was brief. He took in the boy and made him a part of the man. He made sure that the memories of certain people were locked well away so that he could make those discoveries all over again, with fresh eyes.
He had tasks and goals in his life. Plans. He was in the midst of opening up his practice again, his business cards had just come in. He was keeping an eye out for a secretary. Despite his wishes to not advertise - it was entirely too tacky - the City had seen fit to place a small ad in the paper for him. At least there weren't commercials on television, and he'd only seen the ad once, so hopefully it wasn't going to be a regular occurrence. The ad itself was as tasteful as it could be. Plain text, no images. Then there was also the production Erik was planning. As well as his training of Arya.
The doctor moved around the city easily, thanks to the knowledge of the boy on how it worked. He found himself looking for certain people now and again. He would have liked to see the girl, River Tam, for himself. The youth had assured him she was gone before he'd died, though. And Lestat, that vampire, Hannibal wished to meet him, as well.
There was one person that he wished to see more than any of the others, though. One face he hoped that he would encounter again. Clarice Starling. Hannibal found his thoughts roaming to her again and again. He didn't want to seek her out, that was too easy. He'd already sent her a watch, she knew that she could be found. What he wanted was another chance encounter. A second run in with her out in the wild. He wanted to see that look of surprise on her face when they both reached for the same apple, or when she glanced up at a restaurant to see him sitting across the room.
Another face appeared before him in the crowd as he walked, one that distracted him entirely from his former focus. Now Clarice could wait. This one...
Hannibal moved through the people like a ghost, jostling nobody, not even letting his suit lightly brush the arm of another, swiftly yet gracefully moving his feet until he found himself face to face with the subject of his brief hunt.
"Well, hello, Will."
He had tasks and goals in his life. Plans. He was in the midst of opening up his practice again, his business cards had just come in. He was keeping an eye out for a secretary. Despite his wishes to not advertise - it was entirely too tacky - the City had seen fit to place a small ad in the paper for him. At least there weren't commercials on television, and he'd only seen the ad once, so hopefully it wasn't going to be a regular occurrence. The ad itself was as tasteful as it could be. Plain text, no images. Then there was also the production Erik was planning. As well as his training of Arya.
The doctor moved around the city easily, thanks to the knowledge of the boy on how it worked. He found himself looking for certain people now and again. He would have liked to see the girl, River Tam, for himself. The youth had assured him she was gone before he'd died, though. And Lestat, that vampire, Hannibal wished to meet him, as well.
There was one person that he wished to see more than any of the others, though. One face he hoped that he would encounter again. Clarice Starling. Hannibal found his thoughts roaming to her again and again. He didn't want to seek her out, that was too easy. He'd already sent her a watch, she knew that she could be found. What he wanted was another chance encounter. A second run in with her out in the wild. He wanted to see that look of surprise on her face when they both reached for the same apple, or when she glanced up at a restaurant to see him sitting across the room.
Another face appeared before him in the crowd as he walked, one that distracted him entirely from his former focus. Now Clarice could wait. This one...
Hannibal moved through the people like a ghost, jostling nobody, not even letting his suit lightly brush the arm of another, swiftly yet gracefully moving his feet until he found himself face to face with the subject of his brief hunt.
"Well, hello, Will."