Interesting how their relationship behind the veil is in some ways animalistic in nature, rutting like desperate beasts, hiding or revealing weaknesses based on whether the other was predator or pack-mate. Hannibal considers the implications as he makes his way to the kitchen in the nude, comfortable in his own skin. Art, sophistication, manners, they are all important, and the rude would still find their way into Hannibal's rolodex and on his menu. One's public face and private face are separate, necessarily. All men are born beasts, but must transcend in order to be worthy of humanity. And yet his friendship with, his love of Will has re-affirmed that it is still pleasant, no, vital, to be able to appreciate, nurture, and share your beast. Murder exists in that strange in-between, the beast expressed through what is typically, at least for Hannibal, a highly aesthetic act. He looks forward to sharing that with Will as well, both of them appreciating, nurturing and sharing their beasts.
Of course, there are many beasts who devour their mates. That thought, of slowly killing Will and consuming his sweet flesh, is to Hannibal quite arousing. He wonders if it is the same for Will, if one day his lover will consume his heart. If one day Hannibal will offer it to him willingly.
The kitchen is well-equipped, a fact Hannibal is sure will shock Will not at all. It is in need of stocking, and a full set of china and silverware, but there are some basics, among which are wine glasses. Hannibal puts the bottle of white in the empty and immaculate refrigerator, takes two wine glasses from where they hang upside down above the counter, then retrieves a corkscrew from a drawer that also held a butcher's knife.
Merely the essentials.
Hannibal returns to the bedroom, and as he sees Will he feels a warmth in his heart that is, for him, unusual. Will is so deep inside him, and there is terror to that but also exhilaration. He smiles, and moves to the bed, setting down the glasses and the corkscrew.
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Date: 2016-03-11 06:14 pm (UTC)Of course, there are many beasts who devour their mates. That thought, of slowly killing Will and consuming his sweet flesh, is to Hannibal quite arousing. He wonders if it is the same for Will, if one day his lover will consume his heart. If one day Hannibal will offer it to him willingly.
The kitchen is well-equipped, a fact Hannibal is sure will shock Will not at all. It is in need of stocking, and a full set of china and silverware, but there are some basics, among which are wine glasses. Hannibal puts the bottle of white in the empty and immaculate refrigerator, takes two wine glasses from where they hang upside down above the counter, then retrieves a corkscrew from a drawer that also held a butcher's knife.
Merely the essentials.
Hannibal returns to the bedroom, and as he sees Will he feels a warmth in his heart that is, for him, unusual. Will is so deep inside him, and there is terror to that but also exhilaration. He smiles, and moves to the bed, setting down the glasses and the corkscrew.