Hannibal is stalking him, that much is very apparent, moving toward Will with the intimidating grace of a big cat, pinning Will down with his gaze. But in this scenario Will isn't a wounded gazelle, or an unsuspecting rabbit; rather he's one of Hannibal's own species, another member of similar standing. The only question is whether Hannibal sees him as a threat, or a potential mate.
The way Hannibal's looking at him now, it could very easily be either. Will feels like he should be frightened, at least on some level, because he knows what Hannibal is capable of, has now seen it first hand. He's unarmed, but that doesn't mean he's not dangerous, that he couldn't strike quickly, break Will's neck before he had the chance to fully react.
Maybe it's that he knows his death at Hannibal's hands would have to be much more involved than that. If or when Hannibal decides Will must die, it won't be quickly, and it likely also won't be painful. Will will be eaten when his time comes, slowly, because Hannibal will want to savor him, will want to share those moment with Will seated across from him as long as he can. So there won't be any abrupt end here tonight, at least not of Will's life.
Will inhales deeply through his nose, exhaling, long and hot, through his mouth. Hannibal's close enough now that Will's sure he feels it, the gust of Will's breath across his skin. His eyes fall to Hannibal's mouth then, gazing at the prominence of his cuipid's bow, the dip above it. He slides his tongue out to wet his own lips when he moves his gaze back to Hannibal's eyes, first his right and then his left individually, completing the telltale triangle, curious to see how Hannibal will react to his silent request.
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The way Hannibal's looking at him now, it could very easily be either. Will feels like he should be frightened, at least on some level, because he knows what Hannibal is capable of, has now seen it first hand. He's unarmed, but that doesn't mean he's not dangerous, that he couldn't strike quickly, break Will's neck before he had the chance to fully react.
Maybe it's that he knows his death at Hannibal's hands would have to be much more involved than that. If or when Hannibal decides Will must die, it won't be quickly, and it likely also won't be painful. Will will be eaten when his time comes, slowly, because Hannibal will want to savor him, will want to share those moment with Will seated across from him as long as he can. So there won't be any abrupt end here tonight, at least not of Will's life.
Will inhales deeply through his nose, exhaling, long and hot, through his mouth. Hannibal's close enough now that Will's sure he feels it, the gust of Will's breath across his skin. His eyes fall to Hannibal's mouth then, gazing at the prominence of his cuipid's bow, the dip above it. He slides his tongue out to wet his own lips when he moves his gaze back to Hannibal's eyes, first his right and then his left individually, completing the telltale triangle, curious to see how Hannibal will react to his silent request.