#hannibal posts

[lecterslair]

Dear Hannibal, I must ask such an accomplished psychiatrist a question on human behavior. Tell me, why must common people cling to ethics, hurt those who dare to question? Do they care not for scientific advancements? Thank you,

@thetruescholar

Ah. A new name in my inbox. How wonderful.

"Common people", as you say, my dear Scholar, cling to ethics for comfort. It is comforting to have "wrong and right" of one's own understanding, to be able to say "I did what I thought was right, what was ethical" in various situations. And they hurt those who dare to question because they do just that - question. People do not like their opinions - for those are, essentially, what ethics are - questioned, their morals challenged.

As for scientific advancements... I have observed that it depends. Some scientific advancements are cared for, while others are not. Ultimately, it comes down to comfort, dear Scholar. But I am curious: why ask about scientific advancements? Do you have scientific advancements in the works?

[doomsayings]

the thing about hannibal is that his ego is catastrophically large bc he’s a hot girl who’s never been left on read in her entire life so he needs a partner who will give him mixed messages and keep him on edge a little bit. Bring him back down to earth u know. This is why Will and hannibal are made for each other

[lecterslair]

Hannibal. I couldn't find you last I looked for you. It seems Tumblr deleted you. Surely somebody should be able to work some seiđr and threaten this technology so it doesn't happen again, no?

I'm glad to see you return. How do you fare?

I shall send you my last message again separately whenever you are ready, in case it was lost.

- H

Ah, hello, my dear H. It is lovely to see this message has found me - I have thoroughly missed our interactions.

I assume "seiđr" is magic, in which case, yes, somebody should work it and threaten this technology. I am not sure it would achieve much, but it cannot hurt to try. And I wonder if perhaps you are that somebody? I am quite sure you are not... human, in which case I assume you can do some quite non-human things.

I fare quite well, H. What of you? How do you fare?

And yes, please send me your last message. Regretfully, it was lost in the deletion. I look forward to reading it (or, rather, re-reading it).

[lecterslair]

Do you read fanfiction of yourself?

Fanfiction, you say? No, I cannot say I have ever read any of that. At least, not particularly willingly, or knowingly. I do recall a patient of mine once said they had found something about me they would like to share with me, but I have never read any myself.

[lecterslair]

My essay was about romantic vs sexual love 😭 I was so proud of it too

Oh, no. That sounds like a wonderful subject matter to write upon. How... rude that it should be seen as artificial just because it is good. At least you are proud of it, one could say. Perhaps you should print it out, if you have not done so already - I find that materialising things reassures one that they are there. Perhaps printing your essay out can reassure you that it was good, and that you need not be deterred by someone's disbelief in your writing abilities.

Would you be willing to share an excerpt from your essay? It sounds like the most wonderful read.

[lecterslair]

ᚺᚨᛚᛚᛟᚹᛖᛞ ᚹᚺᛁᛏᛖ ᛁᚲᛖ ᛒᛚᛟᛟᛞ ᚱᛟᛏ ᛞᛖᚲᚨᛁ ᛚᛁᚠᛖ ᚺᛖᚨᚱᛏ ᛊᛟᚢᛚ ᛊᛈᛁᚱᛁᛏ ᛁᚾᛏᛖᚱᛏᚹᛁᚾᛖᛞ ᛁᚾᛏᛟ ᛟᚨᛏᚺ ᛁᚾᛏᛟ ᚠᚨᛏᛖ ᚢᚾᛏᛟ ᚱᛖᛚᛖᚨᛊᛖ ᚢᚾᛏᛟ ᛞᛖᚨᛏᚺ ᚠᛟᚱ ᛏᚺᛖ ᛒᛖᚨᚢᛏᛁᚠᚢᛚ ᛟᛒᛚᛁᚢᛁᛟᚾ ᛟᚠ ᛁᛏ ᚨᛚᛚ

ᛏᚺᛖ ᛒᛖᚨᚢᛏᛁᚠᚢᛚ ᛊᚺᛖᛖᚱ ᛊᛁᛗᛈᛚᛖ ᛏᚱᚨᚾᛊᚲᛖᚾᛞᛖᚾᚲᛖ ᛟᚠ ᛏᚺᛁᛊ

I...

The runes needed to discharge. As did I.

I don't know how to explain it in any way that would make sense to you. It... is cathartic. And I keep returning to oblivion. We have been rolling around and around in it, have we not? Dearer by the dusk, as dreams swallow and savour us in equal measure.

Hannibal.

The release in my chest feels barely palatable. It feels like the coming of spring. (Though we don't experience seasons here the same way you do.)

It is not every day I speak to a living human who knows who they're talking to. Well done. Words pale in the face of the shift we have achieved. I am used to being ᚺᛖᛚ; being ᚺᛁᛞᛞᛖᚾ. I am not used to being easily Seen. You understand now how I have told you the truth from the very beginning? Tell me you understand.

And how do you feel, now that you know?

I used to keep my identity a secret completely when communing with Miðgardr folk, until I grew tired and weary of it. I have no doubt Oðinn may be watching, through Huginn or Muninn or a many other means - if he is, he can GO FUCK HIMSELF. I want him to know Loki's daughter is showing him every single middle finger - my own, and those of all my dead. Because I have so much love for him. :)

He knows I am waiting for him; for I am the end of all things.

But enough. Now I wish to know something of you, Hannibal.

Will you dine with a goddess of death?

- ᚺᛖᛚ, No-Longer-Hidden

How wonderful to finally speak to you with no mystery, my dear Hel. I will now do my best to translate the runes to the best of my ability, with the help of the translator provided by a lovely Anonymous.

"Hallowed white ice, blood, rot, decay, life, heart, soul, spirit, intertwined into oath, into fate, unto release, unto death, for the beautiful oblivion of it all" / The beautiful, sheer, simple transcendence of this"

How... poetic, Hel. And quite fitting for you, no? The runes may discharge as much as they desire, as may you. I find the runes most wonderful to look at and translate. And the end result is quite beautiful.

Oblivion is beautiful, isn't it? It seems you think so. And the transcendence of this... yes. Quite simple, yet utterly all-encompassing, no? And we roll around in it, as you say. We have been rolling around in it always. Dreams savouring and swallowing us simultaneously... I recall when we first spoke of this, you and I. Still shrouded by mystery. It's quite poetic, isn't it? That there is no mystery anymore as we speak of it again.

Hel. My dear Hel. What a compliment, truly, to hear that the release in your chest feels like the coming of spring. And what a beautiful way to describe it; I would describe my own feeling, when I figured out who you are, akin to the feeling of having put down the final piece in a puzzle. I will now store this puzzle away, in its rightful place - in a box in my memory palace. A box I can always go back to to relive the thrill of the mystery. But make no mistake; this does not mean I have left you behind.

A new place will be made in the palace for you henceforth.

I understand, Hel. I understand now. You have been so blindingly obvious, I realise. You have wanted me to see you through being hidden, is how I think of it. And I feel... Well, now. Surprisingly, it's hard to put it into words. So perhaps I will return to the puzzle analogy; the feeling I have is one of completing something. Of reaching a peak. But it is an endless mountain that this peak is on, and I trust there will be more to reach - you strike me as an individual with quite a few secrets.

You wish Oðinn to "go fuck himself"? Quite crude. But, I suppose, legitimate; I know I would not like to have someone spying on me, either. And what wonderful sense of humour you have - deadpan. I quite like that.

As for your offer... if I may speak in an unfamiliar tongue (and do correct me on any mistakes - I would hate to lay waste to these beautiful letters): ᛁᛏ ᚹᛟᚢᛚᛞ ᛒᛖ ᚨ ᛈᛚᛖᛊᚢᚱᛖ ᛏᛟ ᛞᛁᚾᛖ ᚹᛁᚦ ᚨ ᚷᛟᛞᛞᛖᛊᛊ - ᛗᛟᚱᛖᛊᛟ ᚦᛖ ᚷᛟᛞᛞᛖᛊᛊ ᛟᚠ ᛞᛖᚦ

[lecterslair]

i want to die. can you help me?

Goodness, Anonymous. Absolutely not.

[doomsayings]