#mangeurdechair

[fille-de-trois]

I love you.

Abigail took two single steps back, trying not to trip over herself. Love was a lost concept to her, by means of any way you could work around the word and turn it over in your hand until it turns into I hate you, and everyone should have just said the latter instead. "It’s a bit old fashioned, isn’t it?" She glanced over at Hannibal like a scared child. She didn’t directly meet his gaze, her focus was directed more at his suit where a distracting texture rested against his chest. "Love, I mean. No one really means it."

[fille-de-trois]

"There’s a first time for everything."

"I don’t really think there’s a first time for Sashimi for me.” Abigail glanced down at the meal that Hannibal had prepared for her. She wanted to be courteous. Maybe if she shoved it down and finished it off quickly, it would go faster and she would barely taste it. Maybe the other way around; nibbles. She doubted that she would be able to force down raw fish with soy sauce which was what the serving actually was without all of the fancy words. Sashimi literally translated to sliced raw fish. Regardless, she swallowed her pride and took a couple bites of the ‘fine cuisine’ that he was so inclined to give her.