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Abigail Hobbs is a survivor. (laniidae) wrote in valarlogs,
@ 2013-09-05 01:35:00

Entry tags:

!complete, abigail hobbs, hannibal lecter

Who: Hannigail.
What: Bringing him dinner.
When: Thursday evening, 9/5.
Where: Hannibal's office.
Rating: TBA; probably high considering their canon is one big trigger warning.
Trigger Warnings: Probably cannibalism, murder, older man / younger woman relationships, incest that's only incest in legal name only, swearing, and random deer metaphors.
Status: Complete!

Talking to Samandriel usually soothed her, but knowing he was in pain and she could do nothing made her stomach feel tight. And on this of all nights, her father was working late. She sighed a little to herself, figuring that she'd take dinner to him instead. He'd like that. She hummed a little as she made a nice pesto, spread it on some bread he'd made a few days earlier, then added turkey and some sun dried tomatoes. Add to that some crudites (because French for chopped veggies was so much better than calling them what they were) and a bottle of white wine to split completed the meal.

She could've gone to him in the jeans and button down shirt she'd gone to classes wearing, but what was the fun in that? She slipped into a dress her father had picked out for her, one they'd gotten tailored so it hugged her body even more perfectly, and a pair of black flats. Within ten minutes she was knocking on his door, tote bag with food at her feet.

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poisonlittleboy
2013-09-05 03:05 am UTC (link)

His last patient had left him a few minutes ago, and he'd been catching up on some paperwork before he headed home. Which is why the knock on the door confused him, since he wasn't expecting anyone this late in the evening.

He smiles when he sees Abigail in the dress he bought her, and kisses her on each cheek before ushering her in. "What a lovely surprise. I hadn't expected to see you here, Abigail. How was class?"

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	laniidae 2013-09-05 03:18 am UTC (link)
	She smiles when he kisses her cheeks, amused at his discretion. "Hello, Daddy. It was easy." She held up the food and smiled, chuckling to herself. "I made you something to tide you over until you come home. It's just a sandwich." And wine, of course. She'd even thought to bring a corkscrew! (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	poisonlittleboy 2013-09-05 03:29 am UTC (link)
	"So sweet of you." Once the door is locked, he tips her chin up to kiss her properly. Soft and sweet, one hand on her waist. "You've come to take care of me, then. What a good little girl you are." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	laniidae 2013-09-05 03:38 am UTC (link)
	Behind closed doors, they can be themselves, or at least the version of themselves they've grown into. She likes it better this way. His kiss makes her smile, makes that tight, nervous feeling in her stomach subside. "I worry about you," sme murmurs, moving closer to him. She worries about everyone, though; her dreams aren't the only terrible ones. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	poisonlittleboy 2013-09-05 03:57 am UTC (link)
	"Nothing to worry about." He kisses her once more, smiling tenderly down at her as he holds her gaze for a moment, feeling contented and warm. "Shall I set up our picnic?" Hannibal pulls another chair up to his desk and clears away his paperwork, unpacking the tote Abigail had brought with her. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	laniidae 2013-09-05 04:08 am UTC (link)
	She nods, tiptoeing up to kiss his cheek. She worried less in his presence, and she could feel her posture starting to relax. "How was work today?" She rifles around on a stand where she knows there's two wine glasses. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	poisonlittleboy 2013-09-05 04:14 am UTC (link)
	"As usual, I'm afraid. My weekly list of patients that I march through and try to help, one by one." The sandwiches are set out and the wine is served, and Abigail is offered the place of honour behind Hannibal's desk, in his own seat. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

laniidae
2013-09-05 04:19 am UTC (link)

"I know Samandriel startled you. I'm sorry." She sits down in his large chair. It dwarfs her, and she can't help one girlish spin, laughing a little as she does so. He indulges her this way, and it makes her love him all the more.

Daintily, she picks up her napkin from the top left hand corner, setting it on her lap and not opening it until needed, just as she was taught. Manners were what kept them from being animals. "I made the pesto, I hope you like it." In school, her general psychology class is going to touch on the Oedipal complex as famous psychology seen in famous works of literature. It makes the sarcastic tease in her come out - she wants to ask them about Sophocles' Electra. It's more interesting.

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	poisonlittleboy 2013-09-07 03:50 am UTC (link)
	Hannibal copies her actions, just as prim and proper as Abigail. She looks so small and fragile in his chair, and it makes him want to take her into his arms and keep her close. He nibbles at the corner of his sandwich with an approving noise and a smile. "Spectacular, of course. You're a good student, Abigail." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

laniidae
2013-09-07 04:09 am UTC (link)

"I like cooking. It's science that makes sense to me." Chemistry and biology were all well and good, but she likes their practical application the most when she's in the kitchen. She's even flambéed a few times to moderate success.

She licks a bit of pesto off of her thumb in a way she knows will draw her father's eye to him. "I ... may have confessed something to Samandriel that I haven't told you yet," she murmurs. She wants to tell him, to clear the air.

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	poisonlittleboy 2013-09-07 04:22 am UTC (link)
	He pauses and sets the sandwich down, dabbing at the corners of his mouth with his napkin, eyes locked momentarily on her mouth and thumb before returning to her eyes. "Is that so?" he asks, as evenly as possible. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

laniidae
2013-09-07 04:30 am UTC (link)

She sighs, lowering her head a little. "I lied to a friend. I told him that I'm dating a boy who goes to college upstate." She closes her blue eyes, recalling immediately the upset on Brandon's face when she'd said she was with someone. He'd pressed for information and it had just spilled out.

"He ... likes me. Romantically. I didn't want to hurt him more than I already would."

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	poisonlittleboy 2013-09-07 04:35 am UTC (link)
	"Ah." Well, that wasn't quite as bad as he was thinking it might be. He reaches across the desk to take her hand and squeeze it reassuringly. "I understand why you had to lie. Of course you couldn't tell him about us. I'm afraid very few people would understand." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)