WISHBONE

“ he was annoying me, so i took out his tongue. was it too loud? i’m still learning. ”

Lestat listens with as much intrigue as he would a particularly investing play. Hannibal spins his tale of romance, murder, deceit and back-stabbing, and Lestat reacts in kind. His brows furrow in concern when stakes raise. His jaw drops in disbelief at the Cesarian betrayal. It’s all arguably WORSE than than the hand Hannibal dealt him (how long ago was it now? Lestat can’t tell). All those lonely nights Lestat spent cursing Hannibal’s name, hoping upon hope that whatever vengeful God might listen might make Hannibal feel the pain he’d inflicted upon him. Lestat looks back upon them with a pang of guilt. This wasn’t what he wanted. Not really.

“ So it really was a crime scene. ” He breathes, a whisper in the Entity’s night but amplified in the mind-built acoustics of Florence’s great galleria. His indignant shouts echo, too. “ He didn’t just break your heart. Hespat on it. Ground it into the the dirt with the toe of his shoe and wondered if it might be too disgusting for his DOGS to lick it up yet. ” A runaway lock of hair dances by manipulation of Lestat’s angry breath. “ Please tell me his plan failed miserably. Tell me that the police didn’t take you- ”

Lestat would have every right to spin his ‘i told you so’, to be bitter or laugh at him -- to feel vindicated by this turn of events.  He does no such thing.  He hurts for Hannibal in a show of grand empathy and fury that moves Hannibal’s heart.  Hannibal can’t help but smile. 

“ Honestly -- ?  I’m not entirely certain I would have gotten away, if I hadn’t been pulled into this realm after I gutted him. “ Ah, that’s an important detail.  ( The pool of blood in the kitchen, seeping into dark wood.  Enough blood for two people.  Too much blood for two people. )

“ Jack Crawford arrived to dinner early.  I left him bleeding out in the pantry with a shard of glass in his carotid.  Alana came, and I tried to persuade her to leave -- she gambled on her bullets, but I had taken them.  Abigail pushed her out of the window.  When Will arrived, I gutted him, and I killed Abigail.  I was on my way to Bedelia’s home when the mist surrounded me.  I stepped out of the rainy Baltimore street and right into the woods.  I had a contingency plan in place, but what I’d done was risky.  I don’t know if I would have made it out of the country.  I planned to go to France, and then to Italy.  Return to my roots.  

There are times when his skin pulls taut.  It feels as though his bones could stretch through and break when the hunger gets too awful -- contrary to most creatures of his nature, he appreciates blending into society.  It’s pleasant, aesthetics and ethics that he doesn’t feel the need to abide by but appreciates their existence.  

If there’s one thing that Hannibal knows when he sees one, it’s a HUNTER.  It’s DARKNESS.  Perhaps Sam Winchester does not wear his profession on his sleeve, but Hannibal still approaches his new patient with the kind of caution one ought to afford a WINCHESTER.