Hannigram x OC Insert

Wine and Dine

In the end I didn't have to walk because Will simply stood with me in his arms like I weighed nothing. He wasn't even hindered as he kept up with Doctor Lector until we reached the door. I felt very small and extremely conflicted. I couldn't help the gratitude too though. I really didn't want to walk across the pebbles with only thin socks for protection.

I suspected I would have to make a few choices tonight and I was terrified because I knew I wouldn't choose the sane and safe response. I knew I would eat at his table. I knew I would keep his secret. I knew if I lied both Will and Hannibal would know. So as we sat in the comfortable but ornate living room I took a deep breath and practically felt the air become eager and focused.

"I won't lie to you. There are things I won't tell you and there might be things I won't answer but I refuse to lie. Because... I'm beginning to think this isn't some kind of twisted dream but more of an Alice situation. I have no doubt this is not my reality because you're actors in a tv show based on the FBI in my reality but now you are here and real and I should probably tread carefully."

"Is that how you knew I was a doctor?"

"What?" My voice was small and my eyes wide as I suddenly recalled addressing him by his title before he'd given it. "Yes." I answered quickly. "It mostly follows Will though."

"Me?" The man huffed with a deep frown. "Why me?"

"I think it's because of your mind." I said with a soft smile. "The show focused on how your mind worked, how you connected with the people around you and in your job you picked at the emotional threads to echo the scene in order to see the humanity behind the actions of monsters, it was enchanting." I leaned back and refuse to meet anyones eyes. "The show was fantastic and I suppose maybe I yearned a little for that kind of understanding with another person and with myself. The show possessed something inside me and I was a little bit obsessed." I laughed like I wasn't deadly serious with that statement.

More wine was poured into my glass and though I felt like I was heating up from the inside I still took a sip. Normally I didn't drink wine but I'd come to realise the cheep stuff was shit compared to Hannibal's and that was why I had previously found it offensive on my tastebuds.

The moment was calm and I could practically feel myself unwinding in the presence of the two men. I knew I should have worked to keep my guard up against them but part of me felt deeply curious what they would choose to do. Would they carve out a place in my mind? Would they use me as a pawn. Would he kill me? Would I be a chore? Or a delight? I allowed myself to sink further into the feeling of openness.

I had nothing to loose and that feeling had freed something inside me. I literally had nothing but the clothes on my back and my mind. I simply delighted in telling them of my reality and the things I would either miss or that I hoped would still be created. I enjoyed the intimate atmosphere and the quiet conversation.

"If you'd follow me, food is prepared." He named some fancy sounding dish but my brain flatlined it out and kept repeating human flesh like an insidious song as I followed behind Will like a duckling.

I ate silently and slowly. Each chew was measured. And counted. 38 then swallow. Each piece of meat got lodged in my throat. And I sipped my wine to get rid of the feeling. I could feel the Chefs eyes on me and I knew that he had figured it out by exactly how controlled and mechanical my movements had become. Before this I was soft and open and me. For now my brain was far away. I finished just as Hannibal put down his silverware gently.

Will finished a few minutes later and Hannibal gathered up the plates and disappeared into the kitchen. He returned with dessert and I felt a smile stretch my cheeks as I perked up. It was chocolate covered gooey delightful sin in my mouth and all of a sudden I felt lively again. I talked about my love of all things sweet and my distaste for cooking but utter fascination with the skill. "I burn things. I don't cook them. I can make a mean bolognaise though!" I giggled as my feet began swinging lightly and I licked the chocolate off my spoon.

I don't think I noticed even slipping into that behavioural pattern. But the two men I was with noticed. Oh they noticed with keen interest in fact. Over my head a look was shared and an accord was met with silent gestures and two very formidable predators became allies.

The conversation was light and I didn't notice the newfound interest I had garnered. I didn't notice reality at all until the dessert was gone. My eyes trailed to the plates of my two companions hungrily noting that they both still had half of it left.

"Ah~" Will's spoon was half filled and hovering just above my pouting lips and something inside me throbbed as I parted them and ate the morsel with a hum. Hannibal was next. Feeding me with silent fascination. I felt admired and small and protected as I accepted little spoon fulls of their dessert. Their conversation flowing like liquid through my mind without sinking in.

What a strange night.

"Let me know what you want Jack to know, okay? The stuff in the show... it's quite personal to you so I'll defer to you on it."

Will smiled at the woman who had effectively changed his entire basis of reality through the archway belonging to the other person who had shifted his mindset with therapy just before leaving. "You're giving me the choice?"

"Yes. You don't get given enough choices Will. This one is yours. Like I said. Just let me know what you're telling Jack." I'm certain of this especially after meeting him.

If only I had known that a seed for the most murderous and obsessive love had been planted back then.

I fell soundly asleep in the softest and most fancy bedroom of my entire life. In the house of a cannibal and a killer without documentation or even a person to aid me should I be in danger. It should have worried me. Maybe the fact I fell asleep with sticky thighs and a throbbing core dulled my senses.