Skin To Bone- {Will+Freddie}
pathologicaljournalist
He could hear the outside, like some strange background music to the event taking place inside. There was still that tension in the atmosphere. He could smell something on the air, a mix of the cold outside and the heated fragrance of burning down emotions.
Telling her he was saving her life had come in a thousand words that hadn't added up to the end. He had told her in a rush, a rush so she wouldn't leave. He didn't want to hurt Freddie. He wanted to use her. She had opened the door for him with her suspicions.
And now here she was. She'd be willing to play along. Freddie's price was always the same. She wanted first look, she wanted her name in big bold letters. Freddie wanted the high life. He couldn't give that to her, couldn't present anything on a golden platter.
But he could give her the Ripper and she could do whatever she wanted with that. If she would only give him time.
He sat down now before her, meeting her eyes. If there was leftover traces of fear lingering her eyes he didn't look at them. He looked pass them then and into her shell. A shell that was more sturdy than it looked.
"I'm going to tell you something you'd be more than happy to hear you're right, Freddie." he said with a slightly embittered tone of irony hitched in his voice. He offered a smile but it was wan, drawn thin from the confession that had fallen like lead onto both of their laps. Hannibal Lecter was the Ripper, he killed Abigail, he ate his victims. Hannibal Lecter had intended to kill her, that was why she had to stay there for now at least. For now. "But you know I'm going to need your help proving all this." Hesitation followed by a heavy sign, he rubbed agitated at his neck. He dropped his hand and his eyes from her face only briefly. "Hannibal killed Abigail. I think we can let bygones be bygones for the sake of that."
