hostiae
" It is neither an appointment nor of professional reasoning, so, to who do I owe this encounter -- Will?"
⊰ hannibal had made no haste in finding words for the opposition, in fact, he had taken more than enough time; finding himself a seat near the table with which to dine and his coarse digits gaining change in curling about the handle of a teacup. his orbs darted upwards, though, as the liquid met his lips and slid down his throat seamlessly. awaiting something from the revered will graham.⊱
