Hannibal enjoys cool evenings. Even in the warmest of weather he wears three piece suits, bearing the discomfort with his usual effortless grace. When it's this cool, however, he is comfortable, and can even add a long wool coat and gloves to his look. He can smell the imminent rain above the baseline of urban Baltimore, the ozone stealthily increasing, the air becoming pregnant with moisture. Every place has its own unique scent, and Hannibal has that sensory dimension in his mind palace. Someday he will be able to close his eyes and remember this moment, remember the scent of Baltimore, the scent of rain, the scent of Will, his usual bouquet with undercurrents of the sweat and semen of sex. His anticipation of Paris came with its own scents, of the city, of the people, and of Will, the scent of sex fresh and strong and mixed with the headiness of arousal.
Hannibal answers Will's near smile with an easy one of his own. "It would appear that now is the time for a great many things," he muses aloud. There are so many things he wants to show Will, that he wants his lover to experience. The glorious freedom of his true nature and the beauty of darkness, violence, and death, is but one. Fine food, rough and violent sex, and the ancient yet vibrant cities of Europe are all on the very close horizon.
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Date: 2016-02-16 05:30 pm (UTC)Hannibal answers Will's near smile with an easy one of his own. "It would appear that now is the time for a great many things," he muses aloud. There are so many things he wants to show Will, that he wants his lover to experience. The glorious freedom of his true nature and the beauty of darkness, violence, and death, is but one. Fine food, rough and violent sex, and the ancient yet vibrant cities of Europe are all on the very close horizon.