The man in
the corner bleeds and grins, feeding strips of his unworthy flesh to an eager
audience. He is alone. He will always be alone. For a moment, Will too feels
the sharp bite of loneliness, until Hannibal steps from the shadows, filling
the empty space beside him. Affection snatched from the jaws of death; moral
turpitude born of righteous anger. For now, all else is forgotten: Jack’s
relentless pressurising, Bedelia’s slippery warnings, Mason’s manic cackling.
Background noise. Tranquil here in the eye of the storm: shared understanding
and indulgent smiles. Hell, shared amusement.
When did this become fun?
gift-wrapping Mason. A thank you to Will for saving him; an apology for Margot
and the baby.
laced with tension. Who will show? The FBI Special Agent or Hannibal’s darkling
is exquisitely apparent: bemusement not anger, indulgence instead of disgust,
affection in the gaze that lingers.
A moment suspended,
perfect and glistening, like a teardrop before it slips from the lash.
the bottle of 2009 Bâtard-Montrachet Grand Cru in the cellar. He’ll bring it
out for Will’s next visit. After all, they have so much to celebrate. More even
than Will realises…
Revisited for Hannibal Advent: 2009 Bâtard-Montrachet Grand Cru
He could blame the lingering euphoria of their revenge
Will steps inside the office, shrugs out of his cashmere
and wool coat, folds it neatly over the back of the couch. A glint of silver
catches his eye. An ice bucket, bottle of white snug inside. Hannibal
intercepts his enquiringly gaze.
‘2009 Bâtard-Montrachet Grand Cru. I thought we could use it to toast
Mason’s…’ A pause, amusement in the familiar head tilt. 'Transformation?’
'Why not? While we’re at it, maybe we should send Margot a bottle,’ Will drawls
Hannibal smirks. 'An excellent notion. And perhaps a box of straws for poor
Will shrugs. ‘His face, his choice.’
Drunk on adrenaline, he huffs out a laugh, flops on the couch, pushes up his
No one can be fully aware of another human being unless we love them. By
that love, we see potential in our beloved. Through that love, we allow
our beloved to see their potential. Expressing that love, our beloved´s
potential comes true. I love you. [insp]