#iwillfish

[labellerosedefrance]

@iwillfish WE’RE FRIENDS NOW OK

[devorabit]

A cheap envelope, washed-white with no lettering on its shell save for ‘Dr. Lecter’ scrawled in an even cheaper pen. Inside is only a newly placed ad for the practice, a lure, and a small parchment with the following: Ceremony was but devised at first To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes, Recanting goodness, sorry ere ‘tis shown. But where there is true friendship there needs none. 

     He turned the envelope over carefully, eyeing the handwriting while feeling the container’s contents. Already, Hannibal could feel a thrum of excitement within, summoned at the mere thought of what this suggested–

     The text, however, topped it all.

     He read it twice, finding he initially focused more on the familiar scrawl than the words themselves. Then, placing the parchment upon his desk, Lecter raised the lure for inspection.

     A quiet intake of breath was all it took for him to take note of what little scent it carried. Will. As wary as he’d been to embrace the notion of the other’s arrival.. all the signs now pointed to it now. Hannibal gazed at the pale feathers of his gift, delicately turning the object over – before pressing his thumb gently to one of the sharp ends. It was painfully nostalgic, to see the lure prick his finger; driven partly by curiosity, partly by a yearning for connection, he drove it in deeply enough to draw out a bead of blood, holding his thumb up for a moment.. before pressing it to his mouth. A smile curled to Hannibal’s lips.

     He would find Will soon.