-- @plesikas in the culinary classroom
a dark shadow loomed in the hallway Will stood in that seemed to dim the florescent lights above head. it took the shape of a man with no expression and great antlers reaching toward the tall ceilings. its head turned and Will caught the gaze of its empty eyes before the figured walked through a doorway and vanished. loneliness pulled at his chest, a deep ache of desire, a longing, a hunger. insatiable.
walking through the very doorway his monster did, his breath catches as he looks across the empty class of tables, stove-tops and cookware at the broad shoulders and confident poster of none other than Hannibal Lecter. his back was to the entrance but Will had no doubt his presence was immediately known, he still used that same unfortunate aftershave.
"this is a curious place for you to have run off to." his voice is clam and collected as he closes the door behind him before walking further into the room. taking his eyes away from Hannibal he glances around the class, as clean as Hannibal's own kitchen. midway he pauses his stride and waits for his undivided attention. "i thought i told you that i'd prefer not to find a new psychiatrist." he states as the corner of his mouth smirks.
