Hannibal (i_consume) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-09-16 15:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | hannibal lecter |
A visit (Narrative)
He had hoped, in coming here, to find River at her apartment. At home. Not waiting for him, but just there. Doing something that she loved. The City, it seemed, was bound and determined to keep them apart, for reasons that Hannibal could not quite understand. She had come to see him at the hospital a few times, but he had been in the midst of things and couldn't chat for long. He had gone to see her perform, but then she had been the busy one.
He had wanted, just for a little while, to sit with her and talk. To not be doing anything. To not be anywhere but with the girl that he loved. It was not to be, this time, it seemed.
Hannibal left the bouquet of deep orange tiger lillies in a place where she would see them immediately. Then scrawled a fast note. Not his own words, but ones that he knew she would understand.
She is the harbor of all beauty’s light:
so every cruelty and every cold
run to her heart, that ever shuns your light.
So wondrous in her eyes is the new light
that I see splendor even in the stone
or anything that lures my pupils’ light.
'Tis from her eyes sweet light descents to me
that makes me care no more for other woman.
Oh, if she only were a kinder woman
to me, who call her name by night and light!
To serve her anywhere and anytime
is my sole longing for all length of time.
There was a hope that she would see this soon, and they would be able to find one another without any further impediments. His heart wanted currently, only to see her. Touch her. Kiss her. There were other things that they had not yet done, not yet found the right time for. And would not, if this separation continued.
Sadly, Hannibal left his gifts behind and returned to the City proper.