Apr 15, 2015
“'There are so many now, perched and creased and folded and lined up neatly, each in their place, each adhering to the measure of aesthetic and sensation evoked and pressed liked the murmur of a secret coiled tender between the lines of their crisp margins.'
In which Hannibal ruminates in his cell and folds origami and lies in wait.
so, idontfindyouthatinteresting mentioned wanting to see hannibal folding origami and prison, and the image just stuck with me, so words kind of spewed forth. this is my first time posting fic in approx. a million years, but was really fun to write c: