@zeitlosleben
“Go fetch your favorite dress, my love. We shall leave in half an hour.”
There’s a hint of authority in the tone of his voice, though his expression speaks of smug playfulness and a flicker of mischief. It’s quite obvious that Hannibal’s planning something. He won’t just yet let her know what he has on his mind, however; he swears that to himself, no matter how much she pouts and lashes out, he will not tell her just yet.
Certainly Eleanor’s surprised - and not in any good way, of course - that he hasn’t poured out affection and expensive gifts to her this very morning. After all, it’s Christmas, and while there’s hardly anything normal about their relationship, the man has always made sure that the world lies at her feet especially so on days such as this.
Still there has been nothing; though Hannibal insists on changing this fact in but a little while.
He would never leave Eleanor without a present at all. He would give her everything, no matter the day, she need only ask. This, the thing he has planned, she hasn’t asked for, and she will receive it nevertheless.
“Or--” and he asks so in a somewhat taunting manner, knowing her as well as he does, “Do you have other plans already?”
