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Hannibal Lecter ([info]eatspeople) wrote in [info]we_coexist,
@ 2015-04-12 10:18:00

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Entry tags:death of the endless, hannibal lecter, zz:status complete

Curiosity (Dee)
Hannibal had gone by the physical store for the pastry shop after leaving The Imbolc to see about the actual store hours. He wanted to time it so that he would be the only one in the store when he had his discussion with Dee. He knew that it would have to be after the breakfast rush of those wanting something on the way to work, but well before any random passers-by might catch the scent of scones and other pastries and be drawn in for a sample.

There was also the need to make sure that there wouldn't be anyone else working behind the counter. He didn't think that he would get honest answers if she thought they could be overheard. As it was, he couldn't be positive that she would be forthright with her knowledge. It had been clear to him that she'd known him, how much, what tidbits, how she'd come by that information, all of these were things that he wanted to know.

He watched the store for a bit before crossing the street and heading inside. He'd seen no other movement but that head of black hair, obviously busy at her daily tasks. His watch, quickly checked, told him that he had at least a half an hour of potential lull before the streets became animated. Then the risk would go up substantially. There was no plan to do her any harm, just ask what he wanted to ask. The risk lay in somebody interrupting. Of her not being willing to be alone with him a second time so that he could continue his line of query. Hannibal had no doubt that the surprise of him on this occasion would not be a happy one.

The door opened easily, and Hannibal stood just inside of it, taking in the atmosphere. He even closed his eyes briefly to enjoy the pleasant smells of freshly baked pastries.



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[info]eatspeople
2015-04-14 05:24 am UTC (link)
There was a courteous nod as Dee spoke, and he didn't interrupt her with any other assurances. He waited patiently for her to say what she needed to, and found himself agreeing on some of her points beyond the need for secrecy. It was nice to have something of a clean slate. For nobody to know who he was. Save, of course, for Will Graham, but Will didn't know at this point that Hannibal was an actual entity sharing the same town.

"Of course." He smiled. "I wouldn't dream of divulging your secret to anybody. It is not their business. As far as I'm concerned, you're merely a girl who works at the bakery. If asked about our encounter at The Imbolc, I will state that it was my professional curiosity that elicited my reaction to you. Whatever you choose to state as yours to me, I will gladly back up.

"I truly wouldn't have said a word, even if you'd not brought it up. I wish for you to know that."

It did ease him to hear that she had no plans of outing him to anybody. And all he had to do to assure that was to continue on the path that he was intending. To stay clear of his normal habits and begin anew. They were both on virgin snow, ready to place footprints that had nothing to do with other lives. He respected that in her. Though, admittedly, he was interested in hearing about just what she might have witnessed, and what she might think about those things. A conversation he thought was not likely to happen. Not now, and not ever, for the sake of them both.

"Rabid dogs would not be able to drag it out of me." He promised on the matter of her own undisclosed information. Hannibal glanced quickly at the box, indicating it. "How much do I owe you?"

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[info]deeisfordeath
2015-04-14 05:26 am UTC (link)
As they stood talking, she was reminded suddenly of the quote from F. Scott Fitzgerald: The test of first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function.

She was certain Hannibal Lecter was going to test her intelligence. She had no illusions about his appetites or proclivities, and while she loved all her charges, she didn't necessarily like all of them. Normally the ones she liked the least were, on paper at least, very similar to Hannibal. But somehow she didn't hate him. She didn't even really dislike him.

She let the ideas butt against each other like bumper cars. It wasn't a new sensation, but it was unusual. Why shouldn't he be given another chance? Why shouldn't he have a fresh start in a new place? He was a disciplined man, and she knew if anyone could make such a change, it was he.

She smiled and shrugged. "Consider them a gift. Welcome to The City. May you enjoy peace and joy all your days here."

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[info]eatspeople
2015-04-14 05:30 am UTC (link)
Hannibal smiled. "That is very kind of you, Dee. I hope one day I am able to replay you in like."

He picked up the box of tarts, already cataloging in his head the wines that he would pick up before he started back toward home. He thought that if he found a particularly promising pairing, he would gift Dee with a bottle of whatever it happened to be, and leave her a note about which tart is should be partnered with.

This would not, of course, be the repayment. That could only come if he actually did cook for her. Hannibal wasn't sure how she would feel about such an offer, given what she knew about him. Then again, she was taking him at his word that he had no plans of acting on any past impulses. Perhaps she would accept.

Now wasn't the time to extend an invitation, given the atmosphere and the talk they'd just had. He would allow her time to consider everything and let it all sink in without him standing immediately in front of her.

"I hope to see you again soon." Was all that he said, dismissing himself with a slight bowing of his head.

Of all the things that he had expected upon walking into Death By Sweetness, the encounter had surprised him pleasantly. It wasn't some simple explanation, he never could have guessed in a million years prior to the hint she had dropped. Hannibal liked that very much. The sense of unpredictability. It settled across his shoulders as would a well loved jacket as he walked out the door.

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