#xannibalecter

Despite the fact he was well aware that Aveline would not use vehicular transportation, he couldn't help his effort to hear her arrival. Would she arrive at the door, or simply appear and enter the dining room. It was a bit unsettling, but Hannibal would be hard pressed to think of a more impressive entrance. He could, with the use of shadows and years of practice seem to appear. But to simply walk out of nothing?

A particular skill he was almost debilitatingly jealous of.

"Perfect timing, Miss Aveline. As always.'

There was a noticeable dip in temperature, a precursor to her arrival, as if where she came from leeched the warmth of life. It was fascinating, She, of course, refused to tell him anything in regards as to what happened after life ended. And while he believed her when she told him that she didn't know, he didn't think that to be completely true. The Endless walked and spoke with gods, surely it would be possible to have obtained some sort of information.

"If you'll take a seat I'll pour your wine.'

@rcliicta's death's been called to tourney

@folkkways sent a raven: "I don't think they would accept me." (Hannibal from Beiye) /x\

The invitation didn't waver, a small smile curling his lips as he set it down on her desk. While they weren't all going to be like minded individuals, there were enough interested in her services to open a few new doors that had remained closed. While altruism wasn't high on his list of priorities, there were several well off people that weren't all talk, only paranoid and craving discretion.

'i accept you.'

Which was all that mattered, the work she did was immaculate, both on and under the table. Besides which, she should be celebrated for not having gone truly rogue and creating the supply needed, only gathering from crops untended. Admirable truly.

'Your lack of desire to socialize will make them want to know you, and for you to like them.' Tapping the tip of his finger lightly on the invitation just beneath date and time. 'I insist you attend, I'd be heartbroken otherwise.'

     Head tilting back slightly, Hannibal’s gaze slowly meandered in the direction of the door. A bit earlier than he’d expected, closing the leather bound book he’d been notating. Setting it down his attention turned to his cuff links and set them in the empty candy dish by the book.

A spark of impatience had him standing to meet the man halfway, something he'd attempted to instill with only vague hopes of it sticking. He'd made some progress, then back slid almost imperceptivity until he was right back where he started. Growth was the issue, had it not been for his interesting... stress management tool.

He felt the air shift from the swing of Billy's arm before he saw it, a hard twist of his arm to smack into the tendons along the underside. Lips briefly quirking upwards in a polite greeting in spite of the intrusion, Hannibal's other hand flew forward's to slam the heel of his hand into the younger man's Adam's apple.

@popularmxnster's been invite to the garden

@dreadfulfables asked: " i'll love the world like i should. " (hannibal from wren)

There was a desperate edge to the words Hannibal took note of, tucking the information away in his mental library for future use. She wants out, he'd been told. Didn't want to perform is what they mean, keeps asking to do something normal. The disgust in their voice as they'd said it amused him to no end. High hopes they had, and they'd "hired him" to fix it after asking him to host an event for them in return for giving him access to this feathered wonder.

'You don't have to make promises to me, Wren.' At least not these, they're worthless to him, gaze holding hers as he sat seemingly indolent in the uncomfortable chair. 'I can tell you're a very sweet young woman, so I do need you to tell me the truth.'

Someone had been talking, or giving her literature that had sparked this little fantasy of freedom. He would have done it himself just to see her do something with the gift that had been forced on her. His mind's eye traced over the wings, the feathers, curve of the ulna, predator's wings grafted onto prey. Almost funny really, still dissecting the wings mentally as his lips curved gently as he stacked his hands on the legal pad they'd forced into his hands. He'd leave them some psych babble to appease them, but nothing that'd be useful.

'Who were you speaking to, Wren. The one who mentioned the things you're asking for?' Leaning forward, angling his head away from the obvious camera as if to hide his lips. 'If you tell me I'll speak to them first so they won't get in trouble. They can get away and then I can help you.'

@untamedtempest asked: “ Where have you been? ” / Hannibal

The query is soft, unintrusive, but the flash of anger is hot and quick to burn out regardless. Lips curling into a smile, Hannibal lifted his head as he held up a bottle of wine that had needed to breathe.

'Ms. Monroe, have I ever been known to leave my own engagement?'

No, he hadn't, because that would raise suspicion to completely vanish. But then again he had said he'd be nearby should she need him. There were a few guests who were less than pleased to see her, and they would find themselves lacking in future invitations. And farther in the future unable to attend anything...

'Would you like the first glass, it has been a very hectic event.'

@xannibalecter

                                        there was a level of caution that will took naturally with everyone he encountered. there was no exception for hannibal, though, the idea that they were actually drift compatible was mildly shocking to him. it meant that they were able to link their minds together--- && will often stated that no one would ever like him if they were ever truly able to see into his head. he wasn’t even sure if he was fond of himself, && he was the original owner of his own thoughts && mannerisms. 

                                        however, TACET INTERNICIONEM, ( a mouthful of a name for a jaeger. will learned it translated into ‘SILENT SURVIVOR’. ) seemed to be a jaeger that was best suited for the two of them. will always wondered why he was being put as a pilot--- he was more suited for a life outside of that, wasn’t he? && yet, now he found that the idea of trusting someone was present. the irony was that he wasn’t aware that he was finding himself able to trust a demon. 

                                       ❝ can you even SPELL the name of our jaeger? ❞ hannibal seemed to handle his sense of humor well. that was a perk to this friendship. ( if one could call it that--- will often found it hard to put a name to things when he was unsure of how he even got this far with the man. ) ❝ i don’t know why they couldn’t give us the translation as the name. silent survivor sounds easier than tacet internicionem. kind of a mouthful. ❞ nerves took over, because there was a kaiju that was meant to be theirs to take on. this was to be their first attempt at being within the jaeger as well as their first ‘mission’. 

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