Dr. Hannibal Lecter

@sleepingawake

Art had always been one of Hannibal’s major interests. During his first studies in France his interest had been focused on purely anatomical sketches, but soon he had discovered a certain talent for it and more often than not he found himself in a park, studying faces and sketching. His interest had spiked as he found himself in beautiful Florence, a city so rich of art and history, the works of Botticelli on display. It had inspired Hannibal to move to the study of the living human body, trying to capture the tender curves of skin.

Hannibal hums gently, nodding when Will finally breaks the silence. “I have never attended an art school or taken any classes, no. And I do not make a living of the arts either. It is purely for my own enjoyment that I sketch so one may call me a ‘hobbyist’. Though don’t let anyone hear you say that in the art department of the university, Will. If I followed their wills I would be teaching and selling my art work”, he explains, his voice open and honest and a small chuckle following his last sentence, glancing to Will walking at his side.

“If you wish to see my work, I am more than happy to show you the sketches I have drawn of you today. Though I would also understand why you may not want to, rest assured that the decision if yours.”

The continue on for a few more minutes, silence stretching out between them once again and the restaurant is not far from them when Will speaks again and Hannibal chuckles at the phrasing. “Per definition of the word ‘talent’, it is not something a person can pick up but is instead a natural ability to be good at something, especially without being taught. Though I would argue that anyone can be taught to draw, if the person is willing to learn.”

Hannibal briefly wonders if the young man had chosen his words deliberately like that or if it was simply the word he had picked to describe his lacking skill. The more time he spends with Will, the more fascinating the man becomes. As if the man himself is a flower just beginning to bloom, his petals slowly unfurling and revealing more and more of his beauty.

Once they reach the front of the restaurant Hannibal feels the hesitation in Will’s body and he turns his head towards him, smiling gently before putting his free hand on the man’s back between his shoulder blades and pushing him forward and along. Immediately they are greeted with warm air, the gentle sound of classical music playing in the background and the quiet murmuring of the different patrons already seated.

Hannibal replies to the waiter greeting them a few steps into the restaurant, telling him they would like a table for two and if possible, in a quiet corner. The man nods and assures him that his usual table is free and he gestures them to follow after picking up two menus. With a brief glance towards Will, Hannibal lets his hand fall from the young man’s back and follows.

Once they are seated, their coats and Hannibal’s bag taken to a coat rack nearby though not before he quickly pulls his sketchbook free and placing it on the table, they are left by themselves to decide on their beverage and meal for the evening.

Hannibal hums softly when he sees that his favourite wine is recommended for the main course of the menu of the day. With his decision quickly made he closes the menu and sets it down on the table in front of him and Hannibal instead finds himself studying the man sitting across from him. The man’s fingers are tense around the menu, his shoulders pulled up and jaw clenched, and it makes Hannibal smile gently, for it seems like such an endearing sight. “Please do not concern yourself with the prices of the food served here, Will. Simply pick whatever appeals to you and rest assured that I will cover it. You are here per my invitation and it doesn’t require a degree is psychology for me to see that this is not the kind of environment you find yourself in often.”

He speaks without judgment, for there simply is none and Hannibal sincerely wishes for Will to enjoy this evening and be at ease, without having to worry about the price on the tab by the end of it. “If you do not feel comfortable accepting it as such, see it as an apology from me for my lack of manners in my approach of you. I did not choose my words well and realise the kind of implications one might read into my offer.”

complies THIS MEME // THIS MEME // THIS MEME

ADD ++ FOR REVERSE

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.

[ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

[ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret

[ bloody ]   for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains 

[ drunk ]   your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse 

[ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before

[ scream ]   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  runs  to  them

[ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

[ piggyback ]   my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride

[ jump ]   my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs

[ carry ]   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house

[ lighter ]   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette

[ shot ] my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses for aid

[ wound ] my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten

[ fight ]   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else

[ arrest ]   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  

[ hospital ]   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened

[ betrayal ] my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them and  confronts  them  about  it

[ nude ] my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together

[ wet ]   your muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for my muse  to  join  them

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

[ gift ]  for  my  muse  to  surprise  your muse  with  a  gift

[ homemade gift ]  for  my  muse  to  make  your muse  a  gift

[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )

[ serenade ]  for  my  muse  to  sing  to  your  muse

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose

[ date ]  for  my muse  to  ask  your  muse  to  go  on  a  date

[ confess ]  for my muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  your  muse

quick sketch in between zine work because yesterday @godmurderer​ and i got ourselves worked up over their HEIGHT DIFFERENCE so this popped into my head and wouldn’t leave OTL

(i also just missed that gentle and easy trust they had in season 1 :’’D)

@sleepingawake

Art had always been one of Hannibal’s major interests. During his first studies in France his interest had been focused on purely anatomical sketches, but soon he had discovered a certain talent for it and more often than not he found himself in a park, studying faces and sketching. His interest had spiked as he found himself in beautiful Florence, a city so rich of art and history, the works of Botticelli on display. It had inspired Hannibal to move to the study of the living human body, trying to capture the tender curves of skin.

Over the years he continued to sketch, a great pastime and hobby after a particularly boring day with patients. After dinner Hannibal would simply sit in his study, a piece of classical music softly playing in the background, a glass of fine wine or port by his side and a sketchbook in front of him. There was never a lack of muses in his mind, but he had found himself without much inspiration recently.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

He hadn’t offered it, Hannibal’s mind supplies him with the information and his smile now reaches his eyes. What a cunning young man Will turns out to be. “Hannibal”, he offers it, voice gentle. “Doctor Hannibal Lecter, it is a pleasure to meet you Will” Absent-mindedly he notices that the young man isn’t holding his gaze, instead he is looking at a point just slightly above his eyes. Curious.

Hi, Anon!  Thanks forthe message.  *cracks knuckles*  All right, let’s see. How long has Hannibal been in love with Will?  I think that in some way, Hannibal has alwaysbeen in love with the idea of someone like Will.

Imagine, you spend most of your life angry, bitter andwanting to see the world burn – but at the same time, you are in love with thebeauty of it all;  the taste of certainthings, the scents around you that bring up memories and potential memories,the sound of the piano as a woman’s voice accompanies it.  You’re an aesthete but you also hate so muchof the world and the people in it.

And as you grow and become Hannibal, you wonder, you hopethat maybe out there is someone who feels this same level of simultaneous disconnectwith the world as well as the constant drowning in it all.  Does this person exist? Surely they must because what good is being CountHannibal Lecter, VIII if there is no one you can turn to wink at as you bothwatch the world burn and this person – this mother effing person — evenhanded you the matches.  

So Hannibal was already in love with the idea of thisperson, but time moved on and the chance of him finding them seemed more andmore remote.

So imagine you are living your life, finding happiness inyour drawings, in your wine, in the way the blood slowly drains from yourpiggish victims and you decide to be content. This is enough. It’snot what you had hoped for, but you are having a grand old time.  Then Jack Crawford shows up in your office,and tells you about this man he wants you to check out.  He’s brilliant, he feels things too deeply, he can tell whatothers are feeling, but he really doesn’t want anything to do with anyone. 

Sure, you can check him out. Why not?  Anything to make life alittle more interesting and colorful. You are having a grand old time afterall.  A little bit of cat and mouse should be entertaining.

And you’re in Jack’s office talking about taste – or lackthereof—and you sit and really look at the face before you.  And you can see his disdain for people andniceties (the world isn’t nice, after all, not really.) and he just doesn’tgive a fuck what you think.  And his eyesare really blue, and the stodgy uniform he presents to the world does nothingto hide how beautiful he actually is. And good god, you want to consume him. You want him to consume you and spend day after day together.  Is he worthy? You think he might be?  How can you find out?  What is this you are feeling? Good god.

So time passes and you are still consumed with thoughts ofWill Graham, but don’t really understand it all.  What is this you are actually feeling?  Part of you hates yourself for it, part ofyou hates him for it, but with each dry quip, each sardonic exchange, every “DoctorLecter” he hurls your way just throws your mind into a maelstrom.  But you love it.  You adore it.

And when you send Tobias Budge after him – or is it he afterTobias Budge – you know that this will decide whether or not he is worthy.  (Or in the deepest recesses of your mind,whether you are worthy.  But you justignore that for a bit…)

When you hear that Tobias say he murdered some FBI agents, iswhen you know.  The rage, the rage youhave not felt since her, since you murdered the ones that murdered her, THATrage is back.

And when Will walks in, and your heart stops – or does itstart again? – that you realize that you, Count Hannibal Lecter, VIII, M.D. are inlove with Will Graham.  And it’s messyand complicated as shit, and did you sign up for this?  Yes. No. Who knows.

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2013年、嵐山渓谷。

埼玉県の嵐山渓谷は京都の嵐山の風景によく似ているとのことで「武蔵国の嵐山」と命名されたことが由来だとか。