InsaneJournal

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.