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Dumat: The Dragon of Silence (nearestvessel) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-25 13:44:00

Who: Hannibal Lecter & Samandriel
What: Much needed therapy
When: Sunday - late morning
Where: Hannibal's
Rating: Medium-High - discussion of losing grip on rationality due to angelic things.
Status: Complete



Hannibal was the sort of man who was regularly a bit intimidating to Samandriel. He liked him just fine, and all, but he'd always been Important to Abigail and so often Samandriel worked very, very hard to be on his best behavior. He felt like he passed muster. After all, he was still allowed to come over and perhaps even seen as a good influence. Or maybe it was just that he'd been in her life so long that it made little sense to remove someone who wasn't technically doing any harm. Stability and all that. It was a thing he wouldn't put past his own to do. They had likely done it in the past after all. It would certainly explain a few things.

Regardless, Samandriel dropped by the Lecter home not to speak with his sister (though he had plans to do that in very short order indeed,) but her adoptive father. He needed help. Hannibal, he thought, was the most qualified to give it to him. The problem was that Samandriel didn't think his parents would be willing to pay for therapy or acknowledge the need for it to bill their insurance company. Well, at least his mother wouldn't. He was certain his father would just stammer and wander off somewhere else not wanting to pick a fight with anyone.

So, he'd stopped at the ATM and gotten what money he could out of his account (college savings that hopefully his parents wouldn't notice him spending. No doubt, she would, but in his defense, he'd earned the money that was put in there,) and found himself at his door. He rang the bell and waited, nervous. Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea. Perhaps Hannibal would think him mad or be cross with him for showing up unannounced on a Sunday and not simply to discuss the finer thematic points of Dostoyevsky with someone.

When it came down to fight or flight, Samandriel was definitely on the side of get the hell out of there. It was quite an effort to face his anxieties and remain resolutely on the front step until the door opened and it was too late to go disappearing anywhere.