Cerulean [Hannibal] ✓

shallow

Saturn looks the man right into his eyes as she walks into the waiting area of the cell he is kept in. "Finally, Doctor.. there you are." She hums, settling down. "You asked to see me, didn't you?" "How do you find it to be the woman that not only two psychopaths but also two sociopaths and an empaths love?" She raises her brows. "I am afraid I don't know because I am unaware that that would be the case. If you are speaking about Lecter.. well.. If he truly would have loved me, our family, he would have set his priorities differently.. and empath.. you are talking about Will Graham, aren't you? Well.. Will.. is a friend, whom I should have believed sooner and saved myself some terrors of having to see human parts in the fridge standing in my homes fucking kitchen. He is a great uncle to my children.. but otherwise..." She taps her lips, humming. He chuckles. "I almost ought to feel sorry for them.." Cocking her head she raises her brows. "Forget it, Sugar."

She shrugs it off. "Alright. Anyways. What's the reason for me being here?" "I'm going to do you a favour.. free. All on the house, Sweetheart. Just because I can." She raises her brows. "But first you've got to come closer.." She gets up and steps closer to the cell. "Closer.." Fearlessly she steps right up to the bars. "Close enough? Because if I get any closer I'm going to have to contort around the bars." He smirks and on his side leans in close to her ear. "Hannibal Lecter is here.. and looking for you." She looks at him in awe, then she nods. "Good. Then this shit can end once and for all.", she says, clenching her jaw. "What are you going to do?" "I am friends with Mycroft Holmes, Mr. Moriarty. I am going to tell him to.. have fun with him." He chuckles, looking down to the ground. Reaching through the cell bars she tilts up his head. "Thank you, Mr. Moriarty." With that she leaves the chuckling psychopath behind. "I am so fucked, Honey. All because of you."

Mycroft Holmes hangs up the phone, looking at his brother and John, currently occupying Saturns children. "Sherlock, I may have a case for you." "And I may have a.." "HE is in England and looking for her." That shuts him up in seconds. "She said that I am to have 'fun' with this. And I am willing to share the fun.. only this once." Sherlock Holmes nods. "I'm in. There is someone with her right now?" "Who do you think I am... Of course there is." "Uncle Mycroft? What's going on?" "Only some work. Your mother is coming back right now." The two youngsters smile and continue to occupy themselves playing with Rosamund.

Saturn Atlas walks into the Apartment, accompanied by three security agents, greeting her children with a smile that would not even hint at something being wrong. "You'll stay here." Saturn blinks. "Hu?" "You'll stay here." The private detective on the couch repeats. "Are you sure?" "I wouldn't have said so if I wasn't. No going out or staying back alone." She nods slowly. "Sit." Settling down beside him she lets out a soft breath. "By fun, dear, you meant.." Saturn hums, looking at Mycroft. "Do whatever you wish.. as long as he'll be gone. Forever." The man nods. "Understood... I'll go ahead and.. make sure all eyes and ears available are open." "Mycroft?" He hums. "Don't underestimate him. He's smart, strong and quick. If he has as much as a second and his mouth is free someone will lose a finger or an ear. I've seen it before. He doesn't look the part. But that is where the threat lies." The older Holmes brother nods slowly and then walks out while Saturn drops her head onto his younger brothers shoulder. "If I have to see him again, I don't know what I would do.." "You are scared? You faced Moriarty who almost killed me.. and all but broke me. Multiple times too. But of Him you are scared?" "Sherlock.. I don't expect you to understand but what terrifies me so much is that everything.. all those things, were happening right in front of my eyes. In front of my children. And I never saw them. Never. He was just so perfect. Always a gentleman. Always sophisticated put in public but happy to relax with us once he came home from his practice. He'd play the chembalo for us. He composed entire symphonies for me. He'd carry them around, play with them, sing or read to them until they were asleep. He was always interested in my work, my hobbies and he'd let me rant to him for hours. He'd host entire parties of guests. He'd kiss me and tell me that he loved me. And I never once doubted anything he said or did. He was just perfect to me. And all of what I built up with and around him.. was a lie. I was living with and married to one of the most notorious serial killers, wanted across all continents for various crimes. How could I Not fear him? I am scared that if I will see him he'll be able to create this painting.. this art piece that is just the image of innocence, perfection and beauty. I am scared that your first deduction was right after all. That I am still in Love with a.. person that has no humanity in them. The skin of a human being that a wild beast hides underneath..." Her voice is quiet so as to not let her children hear her speak. 

Sherlock Holmes looks at the dark haired beauty beside him intensely for a moment, before taking her hand, giving it a light squeeze. She in return holds on tightly, while steadying herself. She had to be strong. Always. For her children.