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Hannibal (i_consume) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2012-05-19 16:39:00

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hannibal lecter, honour bellaforte

Tea and some other things (Beauty)
It was nice to have a moment to relax. Working and interning under Dr Brennan took much of his time. But he was in no way upset about that. Hannibal very much enjoyed being busy and having his mind stimulated so consistently. Brennan was a very good teacher, she held nothing back, and gave as much information at once as she thought he could handle. He only hoped that she was enjoying their time together as much as he was.

Still, sitting and watching the world go by gave him time to think of other things. To consider life and the things he had learned recently. To run through his lessons, to relive the moments outside of the wall. And to give attention to the lives going on outside of his own.

After all these years, the City still managed to surprise him. Throw new things in his direction, and he was glad for that. He never had a chance to be bored, or to have to seek out his own entertainment. Hannibal lived a very satisfying life here. He wondered how many others could say the same thing.

There was a full tea service in front of him. The coffee shop he was sitting in wasn't exactly a high class venue, but he had asked if they had this kind of thing, and they had said yes. Hannibal wondered if it was there because the City had known he was in the mood for it, or if it was there because it was there. Either way, he was quite pleased. The tray held a full pot of hot water, a silver box of assorted teas, steepers, small spoons, sugar, cream, and a small plate of biscuits. The other cups had gone untouched, and really it was a lot for one man, but that took none of the pleasure out for him.

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i_tame
2012-05-20 04:20 am UTC (link)

It was wholly possible that Monsieur Lecter had absolutely no idea about Errol whatsoever. Beauty believed him, all the same. She let out a breath, then set down the remainder of her tea. It was a very hard thing he was setting in front of her. She didn't know if it was right or not. And it meant...

Well. It meant being vulnerable. It meant taking a risk with her heart. It meant possibly making a friendship sour. But if everything Hannibal were saying was true, it also meant helping. Helping quite a bit. She chewed on her bottom lip. She looked down at the shopping bags on the floor.

It seemed trivial now, her attempts to look pretty for him. She still didn't believe he saw her at all, not as anything other than a coworker and friend. She was shaking her head, although she didn't know why.

"Thank you," she said, at length. Still looking dazed, she stood and murmured, "I should... go... Thank you, Monsieur Lecter."

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