#hannibal.

these appointments have been enlightening for the psychiatrist. his other patients - the remaining assets that belong to tantalus - have not grabbed hannibal's attention as tightly as emil has. this man's mind contained both guilt and violence that laid side by side in a dusty and cobweb filled closet. emil's skeleton's look much more like marble than bone to hannibal, which is why he sits opposite the other man, one leg crossed over the other, focused and showing interest in what emil has to say. 'for you to believe that, you must also believe that there is only bad and good. that there is no in between, nothing outside of these two factors. which, from my experience, is incorrect,' doctor lecter jots something down into his ledger before glancing up at emil again. 'who decides that a person is good, or evil? and your actions - how do you know if they are right or wrong?' head tilts slightly to the side, curiosity flickering in crimson eyes. 'you do not give yourself enough grace, emil,' @klarsynt.

That ankle tie must extend to at least the wrist, as desire does; the ends of the fingers, inside the ribs. That’s where Hannibal feels it best.

jade eyes move to meet hannibal's in the mirror. he keeps his distance well enough, but his stare makes her feel like a bird in a cage. big enough to spread her wings, but with no opening to fly away. gold in color, but metallic and cold. she doesn't know what prompts his words, but they cause her to stand a bit straighter, once fidgeting hands now falling to her sides. it's almost laughable, but clarice's amusement has faded with the passing days. the longer she's here, the less she has to smile about. silent moment passes between them before clarice finally turns to face hannibal, shorter than him, but able to keep her eye contact. 'm'sure it'll be easy for you, since th'most dangerous thing i can think of is standin' in the room with me, right now,' @frightes.