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“What can I do for you, WILL?” Hannibal’s lips curled into a mischievous GRIN as he watched Will from the inside of his cell, drawing out Will’s name longer than perhaps necessary, as if tasting it on his tongue.
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{ @thxs-xs-my-desxgn || s.c. }
“What can I do for you, WILL?” Hannibal’s lips curled into a mischievous GRIN as he watched Will from the inside of his cell, drawing out Will’s name longer than perhaps necessary, as if tasting it on his tongue.
Lecter had been put into his restraints and presented to the visitor, guards present but giving some form of space. He watched them wordlessly, WAITING.
“Your enthusiasm BLINDS your common sense. Your desire for perfection and to succeed is being put before what you already know.”
Hanniba !
Small, chubby hands extended toward Hannibal’s face. He is a young boy, watching as his mother bathes his darling little sister and watches as she giggles and splashes soap bubbles about with some remaining in the air. Her adoration for one of the vegetables near her, an eggplant. The aubergine seemed to absorb into her blue eyes, so different from Hannibal’s own.
Suddenly she was being pulled away, taken to “ play ” . When they went to play, they never came back. Young Hannibal tried to chase them, to get her back. They crushed his arm.
She was gone.
Lecter’s eyes flew open as he lay on the cot of his cell. He thought he had repressed these DREAMS and now he could feel a cold sweat breaking over his scalp. Someone was outside of his cell, so he remained perfectly still as he remained on the cot, unmoving. Finally, he found himself back to being CALM. “What is it?” He asked quietly from his cot.
{ @synthmama || s.c. }
“Do you come to these sorts of places to FIND new friends?” Hannibal sneered from the interior of his cell.
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“ ‘ The darkest places in HELL are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis. ’ What does that mean to you? Now think VERY carefully. No silly answers, now.”
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“Tell me, do you BELIEVE in an afterlife? Whether it consists of a simple and eternal existence in the universe, or something similar to the way in which Dante envisioned it? Where would YOU fit into it?”
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“ ‘ The truth is rarely PURE and never simple. ’ Oscar Wilde said this. Now, why do you think I am telling YOU this?”