“Holy God in heaven…” Hannibal murmured, reaching up to rub his chilled hand across the back of his neck. It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen the snow in the rooms, or the decorations but if his calculations were correct they were closer to Easter than to Christmas. Oh well, the mansion was doing whatever the fuck it wanted to and Hannibal couldn’t stop it.
He’d dressed in layers, not too much since the cold didn’t bother him much anymore. It could’ve been worse; he could’ve been standing in it all night instead of under warm blankets. However, he really couldn’t sleep all that well in the cold, so with only three hours of sleep under his belt he decided it was time to find something to keep him warm…flesh, food, or drink. Either way he didn’t care what he found, he just wanted something to help keep the cold at bay.
Hannibal had made it down the stairs, although the process was slow going and finally made it to the kitchen. There sitting on the counter was a steaming mug of hot chocolaty goodness. He moaned at the very sight of it, and waited a few moments before he drunk it down. Now with warm insides he started back toward the foyer since the Christmas tree with gifts underneath had caught his attention, and he wondered if he had any under it.
As he reached the doorway he paused for a moment, head tilting slightly to the side. Now that, is a tall drink of water…damn. He eyed Arwen up and down, taking in the very beauty that was the elf-maiden (not that Hannibal knew she was an elf). His eyes went up to the doorway, a smirk pulling up the corners of his lips as he made his way over to her. Stopping a few feet away from her he cleared his throat, and crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s a pity you know that a lovely lady such as yourself is standing all alone underneath the mistletoe. Mind if I keep you company?”