Cerulean [Hannibal] ✓

final goodbye

Saturn Atlas hums lightly as she feels his presence in their family home, relieved that she had left her children with Mrs. Hudson. "Lecter..." "Don't call me that, Saturn." He walks over to her and she slowly turns to face him. "Where are Cassiopeia and Janus?" "With a friend of mine. She is probably putting them to bed right now." Slowly her gaze meets those beautiful bright eyes of her ex husband who walks closer to her like a predator nearing its prey. He steps close enough so that she can feel his breath. His leg is in between hers, keeping her in her place as he tilts up her chin. "Still so beautiful.. some things never change. I knew the moment that you kissed the scar on my hand that you would be mine forever. My wife.. the mother of my children. And now here we are... You're no longer wearing my ring and you aren't welcoming me home with our children, kissing me and asking me how my day went. And I'd hold you in one arm, our daughter in my other with Janus on your hip as I would tell you about the day on the way to the kitchen..." She looks down. "Look at me, Saturn Atlas-Lecter. My name and all of my heart will forever be yours. My touch has felt every inch of you. You can't just get rid of me. I'll forever be in here.." He points at her chest. ".. in here.. " He points at her head. "And I'll forever have been in here." He places one hand onto her stomach. "I love you so much it aches, Saturn. The only people other than you I ever felt like this for have come from in there. Look at me and tell me you don't love me." Saturn Atlas looks directly into the man's eyes. The eyes of the very person she had loved for years. The eyes of the very person that shattered her heart into pieces. "Hannibal.." She notices the movement and knows that it was the right moment. "I don't love you." He goes to say something but Saturn quickly crouches down as the bullets hit him, one going straight through his head.
His body drops into her arms and she raises her voice a bit, shaking as tears rush to her eyes. "I'm sorry..", she whispers before moving him off of her and getting onto her feet. "Are you alright?" John, Sherlock and Mycroft all enter the visible area. "Just a bit shaken up..", she admits, holding onto the counter for support. Her eyes close. "Come here." She smells the scent of his coat over the blood and quickly grabs on, dropping her head against his chest. Sherlock Holmes simply rests his hand at the back of her neck, his thumb playing with the little baby hairs there as she calms down slowly. "I can't have my children come back here.. where his blood.", she whispers. "Sorry, Mycroft." "There are many other houses and apartments in England, Saturn. It is nothing to be concerned about." She nods slowly. "Okay.."

"Sherlock.. get her out of here." The man follows his 'Bloggers' command and guides the woman out of the place that had been her home for a while.
"Are you sure you are alright?" "Yes.. just.. I want to be with Janus and Cassy now." He nods.

Following after her he watches her, after a quick shower and change of clothes, slip into the guestroom in Mrs. Hudson's apartment, past his landlady who gives her a small smile. Watching from the slit in the door he can see her climb into bed where her children are sleeping. "Mommy?" "I'm back, sweetness." Cassiopeia shuffles closer to her mother who pulls her close and presses a kiss to her forehead before rather quickly falling asleep as well.
Sherlock gently closes the door, turning to leave. "She is good for you, you know? Pretty young woman. Smart. Talented. Perhaps you should stop stalling around before someone else decides to ask her out." "Mrs. Hudson.." "Think about it, Sherlock. Just think about it. You have been lonely anyways.. since John married and moved out." "We were never.." "Oh dear.. I didn't mind... I am simply telling you that either you get her.. or someone else does. Maybe someone who is better looking, has more money, a better work ethic, is better at expressing their feelings, isn't as obnoxious, self-destructive.." "I get it!" Sherlock swiftly exits the apartment however.. Mrs. Hudson's words wouldn't leave his mind the entire night which he spends on his couch, plastered in nicotine patches.