|Hannibal (i_consume) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2008-12-20 20:59:00
|Entry tags:||hannibal lecter, norman bates|
Hannibal headed up the hill to the place he'd called home since he got here. Bates Motel. It still didn't feel right to stay at Lady Murasaki's flat, though it was there, and it remained his. It hadn't ever been occupied by anybody else. The key still fit the door. The motel managed to feel better. Fit his style more. Somehow, it made him feel at home.
The crossing over the line, taking him into the black and white realm of Norman and Mother. It was something that managed to sooth him. Put him at ease. And what he needed right now was ease. He'd been a zombie. He'd lost River, yet again. He'd had to talk to that insufferable Wilson, who was now his boss. What else could possibly go wrong?
He did manage to notice something different on his way up.
The office lights were on. They hadn't been on in a very long time. Norman had been taken out of the City, and Hannibal had been left without his companion. It had been a rather sad time, but he'd managed to get past it. Now that the light was back on, he couldn't help but change his direction and have a look.
One could only hope that it was Norman and not somebody else that had taken over the place. And one could only hope that this Norman was the same Norman and would remember him. Hannibal wasn't quite in the mood to start from the beginning.
He approached the desk and tapped the bell lightly.