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Hannibal (i_consume) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2015-02-27 12:04:00

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hannibal lecter, magdelene defoe, zz:status complete

New Voices (Mag)
Erik's impending aria for love was something Hannibal wished very much to embrace for his own uses. He knew that he would not, however, because it was the opus of his friend and his friend's pain. The loss of River Tam was a weight upon the chest of the boy doctor, he knew it too well. He had, until now, suppressed it in the face of the needs of others. Alone as he was in this moment, it was difficult to not think about.

He had loved her. He still, of course, loved her, though it was difficult for him to think of her in a present tense, as she was no longer there to encourage it. She was the past for him. A thing that had once been. Hannibal ached for her and wished to find a way to bring her back to him. Selfishly, he wished that she could be summoned from wherever she had been sent, even if it was home.

There was that part of him that longed to use Erik's notes to express his loss, his sadness. He could do naught but perhaps turn to Wagner or Beethoven to pour his heart into. Not now, though. Now he had other things to focus on. Arya Stark. Erik. Getting them both back to health and into the world.

Getting Erik to let go of this ridiculous notion of suicide.

He had given the other man instruction to meet him at the mansion to say goodbye to Arie in person. Arie. The girl whom would be raised a killer, a skilled one at that, by Hannibal's hand. By Erik's, too, if he could be convinced out of his funk. It was a part ruse that Hannibal hoped to use to waylay Erik for a time.

Now he just had to find the key component. The voice. He needed somebody who would stir Erik out of his mood, who would awaken him to the world once more. Hannibal had auditioned every soprano currently in the opera's employ and had found none who could match Christine. The voice was the only thing that would stay the Phantom to see his opera come to life. Hannibal's hope that after that was accomplished, Erik would see his own folly and come back. He needed him to.

Disgusted with his lack of success thus far, Hannibal was headed toward his favorite coffee haunt when he heard it. Lilting at him across the wind. He glanced around but nobody else seemed to be hearing it. Hannibal followed his ear down the street, where an open window called to him.

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i_wasblind
2015-02-27 07:55 pm UTC (link)

Mag hummed softly to herself, a song that had been flowing through her mind since she had heard a rendition of it the other day while out walking about. It was almost haunting the way the words called to her, the French syllables. La Mer. Being a diva, Mag was familiar with a good number of languages: French, Italian, Chinese....so many others. Songs had no boundaries when it came to Opera. She was glad to know that arias could be everlasting and withstand generations.

And she had not missed that this City wasn't without an Opera House. It was nothing like the one Rotti had built for her, nothing like the one back home. It seemed more tame when she viewed it but for some reason she had not approached. It had not seemed the right time. She could not go inside with expectations as this was not her place. Nobody knew her here for what she was. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe not.

But she would hold that gift close to her heart and not let anyone near unless it was absolutely necessary. Though she was being careless with it now.

Mag stood in her apartment, the building having seemed to have relocated itself so that her window faced the open street lined with shops. While that was irritating due to lack of privacy, the diva knew she had no choice but to accept it. The window was open, the lace curtains fluttering gently in the breeze.

And without a care as to whom might hear, Mag was singing. She needed to get the song out of her head, out of her heart and the only way she knew how was to sing it. To sing it and be free of it.

"La mer
Qu'on voit danser le long des golfes clairs
A des reflets d'argent
La mer
Des reflets changeants
Sous la pluie

La mer
Au ciel d'été confond
Ses blancs moutons
Avec les anges si purs
La mer bergère d'azur
Infinie

Voyez
Près des étangs
Ces grands roseaux mouillés
Voyez
Ces oiseaux blancs
Et ces maisons rouillées

La mer
Les a bercés
Le long des golfes clairs
Et d'une chanson d'amour
La mer
A bercé mon cœur pour la vie."

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i_consume
2015-02-27 11:43 pm UTC (link)

Hannibal stood below the window and listened. His eyes closed, not caring what anybody else might think of him. The world faded away as the words of the soprano filled him. Nothing else in that moment mattered. He knew that he had to bring this woman to Erik. She was the key he had been seeking.

Yet he could not bring himself to interrupt her song. It was too haunting, too beautiful. Not to mention that it would have been incredibly rude to do. He waited until he heard the last notes exit her sweet lips, then turned to look upon the curtains.

"Excuse me." He called out. His voice was not a yell, but it carried. Hannibal had learned to be commanding a long while ago. "I would very much like to talk to you, if you could come to your window."

There was no time to waste with too many pleasantries. He could not wait around for her to leave her building. He could not follow her to a more crowded place for her comfort and wait for her to sing again. He had to strike now. Had to convince her of his plight and plan as soon as possible.

	i_consume 2015-03-06 07:25 pm UTC (link)
	Hannibal nodded when he saw her. The garb was perfect. They were off to a good start. "I need you to make it a habit of singing around the girl. Under your breath, out loud, all of it. She must be used to the sound." Not wanting to be ride, he had a sip of the tea, then led Mag from her apartment to begin the introduction to Arya. (Reply to this) (Parent)