Hannibal also has the same amused, smug thoughts as they go through the song and dance at security. He is quite adept at presenting a mild, harmless exterior while at the same time being capable of swift and lethal violence. How many of his victims have been lured into his web due to trusting that comforting exterior? He takes pleasure in watching the TSA agents vet him, declare him safe, just as he enjoys feeding his guests intricate dishes that held corruption at their core. Hannibal is feeding them the reassurance of being unarmed, yet is all but certain he could take down a plane if he wished it.
Will is doing a fantastic job of maintaining their cover, and Hannibal is both proud and unsurprised. They are both aware of each other's propensities for wearing masks, projecting a facade, and have used their skills on each other quite a bit, Will up to this very night, at the dinner table, when he decided to lower his mask and allow Hannibal inside. Hannibal has long thought that he and Will together would be magnificent and dangerous, their minds and souls united as a dark god of vast destruction. He looks forward to exploring that potential almost as much as he looks forward to exploring Will's body. While Will fantasizes about frantic intimacies, Hannibal's mind is filled with images of he and Will prowling the streets of Europe, reveling in the beauty of the blood-soaked darkness.
Hannibal has planned it so that they will have as little wait time as possible, so when they get to the gate and Will asks his question, Hannibal barely has the time to say, "Soon," before a flight attendant gets on the microphone and starts calling rows. It's a very late flight and a weeknight, so there are relatively few passengers. Hannibal and Will are on the plane within ten minutes, and when they reach their seats Hannibal puts his suitcase in the overhead compartment, then turns to take Will's bag and put that up as well, being a courteous companion.
Hannibal had requested the two seats closest to the aisle, both for Will's comfort and for ease of escape should some dire situation require it. Hannibal settles into the seat second from the aisle, buckles his belt, and sighs, relaxing and closing his eyes for a moment, the picture of a weary academic. In truth he's measuring his breathing to calm the deepening desire for the man who must, for these next ten or so hours, be little more than a colleague.
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Will is doing a fantastic job of maintaining their cover, and Hannibal is both proud and unsurprised. They are both aware of each other's propensities for wearing masks, projecting a facade, and have used their skills on each other quite a bit, Will up to this very night, at the dinner table, when he decided to lower his mask and allow Hannibal inside. Hannibal has long thought that he and Will together would be magnificent and dangerous, their minds and souls united as a dark god of vast destruction. He looks forward to exploring that potential almost as much as he looks forward to exploring Will's body. While Will fantasizes about frantic intimacies, Hannibal's mind is filled with images of he and Will prowling the streets of Europe, reveling in the beauty of the blood-soaked darkness.
Hannibal has planned it so that they will have as little wait time as possible, so when they get to the gate and Will asks his question, Hannibal barely has the time to say, "Soon," before a flight attendant gets on the microphone and starts calling rows. It's a very late flight and a weeknight, so there are relatively few passengers. Hannibal and Will are on the plane within ten minutes, and when they reach their seats Hannibal puts his suitcase in the overhead compartment, then turns to take Will's bag and put that up as well, being a courteous companion.
Hannibal had requested the two seats closest to the aisle, both for Will's comfort and for ease of escape should some dire situation require it. Hannibal settles into the seat second from the aisle, buckles his belt, and sighs, relaxing and closing his eyes for a moment, the picture of a weary academic. In truth he's measuring his breathing to calm the deepening desire for the man who must, for these next ten or so hours, be little more than a colleague.