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homicidx

     "What an unfortunate circumstance, Doctor."

[waywardwarriorismsarchived-blog]

[Hi! This is homicidx. I was curious as to if you wanted to continue our thread on Hannibal?? If not it's okay. I understand.]

—- hi there, of course i do !! just be sure to tag it waywardwarriorisms bc i’m over there && this blog’s archived so yeah but yes of course!! :DDDD 

[mxisxforxmischa]

"Though gentle he was, I do not want my daughter around that man should he return, and if that is the case I would prefer you stay away as well." He thinks to Abigail, how Will might want revenge. "He's dangerous."

"Well until Will Graham gives me a reason to fear him, I'm going to be courteous. Because, unlike you, I did nothing to him."

[drdumaurier]

Sing

Sing — I’ll write a drabble of my character singing to yours.

     Over the weeks Bedelia had gotten into the habit of humming when she was alone in the apartment she shared with Hannibal, sometimes even singing. It already happened back in Baltimore, her home being frequently too big for a single woman, she then sang or put some music on, but no one ever witnessed it. A secret she wanted to keep for herself even if it became more complicated to hide it from her former patient.

    It was once of these days during which Hannibal was working and she was alone again, spending her time in the library. Between several books of psychiatry, Bedelia noticed a small old book in a language she did not understand, but she recognized some words that she already saw being written by Hannibal some days ago. Taking it in her hands, she walks towards her newly acquired laptop to find a translation.

     A few seconds later Bedelia found out that she was holding an old book of Lithuanian lullabies, probably Hannibal’s. She knew that it would be better to put it back where she found it, but she wanted to satisfy her curiosity. He barely talked about his childhood and it might be her unique occasion to discover a few more things about him, even if it meant taking some risks.

     On the first page there was something written, probably by a woman, but the blonde psychiatrist was unable to decipher the words, only the name: Simonetta Sforza-Lecter. Someone related to Hannibal, his mohter perhaps. Bedelia eventually noticed a bookmark and looked at the page that seemed to be important to him. There was a sheet music with the lyrics of the lullaby with some notes that Hannibal wrote, slightly modifying the original melody.

     She started humming the song a few times since she was unable to read Lithuanian, before looking for the pronunciation of the words. After a few tries Bedelia was able to sing it with the changes that Hannibal made and decided to put the book where it was, hoping that he would not notice that she searched through his personal books.

     When Hannibal opened the door of their apartment two hours later, she was absent-mindedly still humming the melody, making him freeze a few feet away from her. Not because it was the first time he noticed that Bedelia can sing, but because he had not heard this melody for decades and perfectly remembered the last time his mother sang it to him, the evening before her death.

    “Good evening, Bedelia. I have to excuse myself and leave you for a few instants,” he told her before walking quickly towards the library as she observed him with obvious concern, finally realizing that she had been humming in front of him. Closing the door behind him, Hannibal reached the shelf where the book was and took it, smelling Bedelia’s perfume on it. Anger overwhelmed him at first, no one had the right to search through his past without his authorization, even if she had known him for many years, but it did not last and he relaxed before joining her in the living room.

     ”Hannibal?” she asked worried about his reaction. He knew what she did today and contemplated Bedelia silently several seconds before sitting on the armchair facing her. “Sing for me, please,” Hannibal asked with a soft voice, but it sounded like an order. Swallowing with difficulty, she placed her latop on the coffee table. He was waiting for only one song.

     Bedelia opened her lips and started singing softly the melody that Hannibal modified, pronouncing the Lithuanian words carefully. Her eyes were fixed on a point behind, she was afraid to look at him because she knew that he could still make her regret her behavior, but Hannibal was not thinking about this. Behind his closed eyelids he imagined his mother singing to him and Mischa again, his sister half asleep on her lap.

     When the lullaby ended, a single tear was rolling down his cheek. “Thank you,” he whispered when Bedelia took his hand in hers, stroking it with the fondness of a mother.

[mxisxforxmischa]

"Why would he come to see you and Anya? I want him to stay away from my daughter. Not unless I am there, and if he comes back, don't let her be there. Mischa you must understand why I am confused."

"How should I know why he came? All I know is that despite everything, Will Graham was very pleasant. And he was very gentle with Anya."

[mxisxforxmischa]

"And if he is alive, why did he not stay to give that message to me personally, Mischa? Are you digging up old demons just for the folly?"

"You know believe it or not Hannibal, Will may not actually wish to see you and instead wanted to see me and our daughter. Speaking of which, Anya seemed to like him. It was probably because he smelled like dogs."