Will's eyes take a dark, desirous edge to them with Hannibal's comment, hearing what Hannibal is saying, that they'll have a day or two at least before they'll have to be more worried about Jack or his team arriving in Paris to try to find them. It means they'll have time to see the city a little, which Will is looking forward to, having never been in Europe before. But it also means they'll be able to be lovers in the City of Lights, going to cafes and restaurants together, walking along the Seine, stealing kisses as they cross the Pont des Arts. Will has never considered himself a romantic before, but there's something about Hannibal and his brand of romance that Will finds more than a little intriguing. It will start out like this, two men learning each other's hearts, but the depth of their love will reach a place that most other people's would never go, sharing a dark, murderous bond.
He knows his expression is hungry, and he's thankful for Hannibal's silent warning, able to shake off the look in time to greet the flight attendants. He takes some food himself, and his own cup of coffee, though he barely restrains himself from ordering another whiskey, knowing he needs the stimulant effect of the caffeine to not be leveled out by the alcohol.
They eat in silence, though Will finds he's having a hard time making himself do it. Since he'd made the decision to run away with Hannibal, his appetite has seemingly been only for the man and nothing else. He manages all of the berries at least, strawberries and raspberries and blackberries, all plump and darkly colored, full of juices. They're sweet and tart in his mouth, barely washed back by the bitterness of the coffee, and he wonders if the flavor will remain long enough for Hannibal to taste it later.
It's not after that before the flight attendants collect their garbage and they're told to raise their seats and tray tables, the plane on approach to Charles de Gaulle. Will is ready to be on the ground and he feels a bit of anxiety burning in his thighs, turning his head to look out the far window as he can just start to see the ground outside, trees and fields and houses, vehicles and buildings, the sprawling landscape of Paris.
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Date: 2016-03-04 09:31 pm (UTC)He knows his expression is hungry, and he's thankful for Hannibal's silent warning, able to shake off the look in time to greet the flight attendants. He takes some food himself, and his own cup of coffee, though he barely restrains himself from ordering another whiskey, knowing he needs the stimulant effect of the caffeine to not be leveled out by the alcohol.
They eat in silence, though Will finds he's having a hard time making himself do it. Since he'd made the decision to run away with Hannibal, his appetite has seemingly been only for the man and nothing else. He manages all of the berries at least, strawberries and raspberries and blackberries, all plump and darkly colored, full of juices. They're sweet and tart in his mouth, barely washed back by the bitterness of the coffee, and he wonders if the flavor will remain long enough for Hannibal to taste it later.
It's not after that before the flight attendants collect their garbage and they're told to raise their seats and tray tables, the plane on approach to Charles de Gaulle. Will is ready to be on the ground and he feels a bit of anxiety burning in his thighs, turning his head to look out the far window as he can just start to see the ground outside, trees and fields and houses, vehicles and buildings, the sprawling landscape of Paris.