Dr. Hannibal Lecter (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rhymeswithcannibal) wrote2017-05-24 08:30 am
rhymeswithcannibal) wrote2017-05-24 08:30 am
Until we get a real season 4...
[Continuing from thread here.]
The weather forecast for Bethany Beach, Maryland said there was a 30% chance of thunderstorms for the next two days, but currently all the weather seemed to be bringing was cloud cover just dense enough to turn the entire sky steel gray.
Hannibal had a spring in his step as he slid out of the passenger side of the rundown pickup truck they'd bought for cash and never transferred out of the original owner's name. They could leave this behind without worrying that it would ever ever track back to them. No breadcrumbs for Uncle Jack at this marina to have him looking at boats that had been docked for a minimum of three years and then recently left.
"It's the farthest slip from the parking lot," he said as he opened the tailgate and reached in to drag a heavy, wheeled cooler out and settle it on the gravel at his feet.
Five months after they'd died at the cliff house, Hannibal had put some effort into changing his appearance. His skin was tanned, his hair was longer and shaggier, his beard was full, but could never be full enough to hide his distinctive cheekbones, and he was wearing jeans, work boots, a heavy fisherman's sweater, and a bandage on his left hand that he ignored as he worked.
"The keys are in a combination lockbox hidden on deck. I engaged a service to come in quarterly to ensure that the boat was aired out and maintained to a functional standard. We shouldn't have to spend too much time getting our house in order before we can leave."
The weather forecast for Bethany Beach, Maryland said there was a 30% chance of thunderstorms for the next two days, but currently all the weather seemed to be bringing was cloud cover just dense enough to turn the entire sky steel gray.
Hannibal had a spring in his step as he slid out of the passenger side of the rundown pickup truck they'd bought for cash and never transferred out of the original owner's name. They could leave this behind without worrying that it would ever ever track back to them. No breadcrumbs for Uncle Jack at this marina to have him looking at boats that had been docked for a minimum of three years and then recently left.
"It's the farthest slip from the parking lot," he said as he opened the tailgate and reached in to drag a heavy, wheeled cooler out and settle it on the gravel at his feet.
Five months after they'd died at the cliff house, Hannibal had put some effort into changing his appearance. His skin was tanned, his hair was longer and shaggier, his beard was full, but could never be full enough to hide his distinctive cheekbones, and he was wearing jeans, work boots, a heavy fisherman's sweater, and a bandage on his left hand that he ignored as he worked.
"The keys are in a combination lockbox hidden on deck. I engaged a service to come in quarterly to ensure that the boat was aired out and maintained to a functional standard. We shouldn't have to spend too much time getting our house in order before we can leave."
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Will tipped his head, eyes narrowing, really considering the question and taking a moment to consider his own feelings about it, not the knee jerk feelings of indignant and righteous fury, but the slower waking reactions that Will tried very hard to ignore. "Consultation unnecessary," Will replied. Was it a fragile offering of trust? Possibly. Possibly not. His breath hitched and he added, "I think you would prefer the reaction if proof of guilt were offered post act."
His expression shifted as thought he meant to add something, but his mouth closed and Will took a step back out of Hannibal's space, eye contact broken.
That offer, though, it drew his head up, his gaze drawn sharply to Hannibal's face, searching for a minute, a bittersweet taste at the back of his throat. He looked away, then, head jerking in a sharp nod. "Thank you," voice tight. He turned fully back to their path towards the docks.
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He tilted his head to acknowledge the truth of Will's supposition. He would indeed prefer to see Will's reaction when it was too late to demand a change of course. "I will ensure that you have no reason to decline a dinner invitation."
Will could take some cold comfort from Hannibal's logic in taking his time - he needed a proper, complete kitchen before he prepared that dinner. The boat's kitchen was quite good for a yacht, but not as much for the kind of show he'd like to put on for Will.
He fell into step with Will. He'd just promised that he'd blow the horns, break the seals, empty the bowls and take them to their mutual end for Will's sake. That inconvenient compassion that was even more surprising than love for Hannibal.