The bedroom is enormous, as lush and well decorated as the rest of Hannibal's home, and Will feels a twinge of regret at having to leave something so exquisite behind. His own farmhouse is cozy and holds everything that Will needs to be comfortable, and while he'll miss it dearly, he wonders if Hannibal feels any anguish at the idea of having to abandon this place. Though, knowing Hannibal, it won't surprise Will if the lodgings Hannibal has waiting for them in Paris are something close to this level of richness and sophistication.
Knowing this will be the only time he'll ever see this room, Will takes great care to look at everything, making snapshot memories that he can recall later. The color scheme somehow blends cool with warm, blue tones in the ceiling, rugs, and bed linens and cool slate tile and wall panels leading into warm mahogany furniture and caramel colored stonework around the entryway. There's a fireplace at the foot of the bed and a large mirror set in such a way that the bed itself is visible from a flattering angle, and that little spark in Will's core flares at an idea that isn't completely formed, something undefined but undeniably sexual.
Will looks away in an attempt to quiet the sudden new and untimely yearning, cataloging the items decorating the room, art work and sculpture that are all very visceral and predatory, large animal horns and a suit of samurai armor making Will feel like prey, which he assumes is the desired effect. He wonders in a moment if Alana felt that way, if it scared her or aroused her, if she realizes now how many red flags it should have raised.
The entire survey of the room takes seconds, and he turns back to Hannibal as the other man shuts the door, unable to hide the way the action makes color rise in his cheeks now that they're face to face. Hannibal's eyes make a circuit of Will's upper body, moving down his front and then back to his eyes, and Will knows that Hannibal can see right into Will like his skin is made of glass. The rate of Will's pulse increases and he feels almost anxious, his mouth going dry in anticipation as he waits for Hannibal's next move.
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Knowing this will be the only time he'll ever see this room, Will takes great care to look at everything, making snapshot memories that he can recall later. The color scheme somehow blends cool with warm, blue tones in the ceiling, rugs, and bed linens and cool slate tile and wall panels leading into warm mahogany furniture and caramel colored stonework around the entryway. There's a fireplace at the foot of the bed and a large mirror set in such a way that the bed itself is visible from a flattering angle, and that little spark in Will's core flares at an idea that isn't completely formed, something undefined but undeniably sexual.
Will looks away in an attempt to quiet the sudden new and untimely yearning, cataloging the items decorating the room, art work and sculpture that are all very visceral and predatory, large animal horns and a suit of samurai armor making Will feel like prey, which he assumes is the desired effect. He wonders in a moment if Alana felt that way, if it scared her or aroused her, if she realizes now how many red flags it should have raised.
The entire survey of the room takes seconds, and he turns back to Hannibal as the other man shuts the door, unable to hide the way the action makes color rise in his cheeks now that they're face to face. Hannibal's eyes make a circuit of Will's upper body, moving down his front and then back to his eyes, and Will knows that Hannibal can see right into Will like his skin is made of glass. The rate of Will's pulse increases and he feels almost anxious, his mouth going dry in anticipation as he waits for Hannibal's next move.