Cannibal's kiss (( Hannibal X OOC))

Burning Love

                    Hope perched at the very edge of an ancient black office chair tucked neatly under a nicely carved oak desk absolutely covered in paperwork and little notes. Colorful and tacky sticky notes attached to several sheets leaving little reminders in scribbled handwriting from being too exhausted to be careful. Books were propped open with different type of heavy items and sections highlighted in bright yellow. Balled up rolls of scraps lied scattered on the floor or along the surface haphazardly thrown or set in frustration. To put it simply, her desk was an absolute mess. Outside the window just behind the chair came the muffled sound of traffic and people roaming the streets in high spirits chatting it up, drowned out by the steady hum of a fan in the corner. It was painted white but was chipping in several places from use and simply age causing the once fresh layer to wither. The fan had been set specifically on a lower setting to calm the hum from the blades but they were still quite noisy paired with the squeaking of hinges as the rotating pieces, rusted and old, rubbed together giving off an irritating sound. To make matters worse, it smelled, not horribly. Just of metal and burning rubber but today the odor was weak and overshadowed by the sweet scent of flowers. Someone had delivered them today which was quite odd but she wasn't complaining. It was a beautiful arrangement of white roses and stunning branch-like snowy petunias with a splash of color in soft sapphire blue irises. No note came with it and the delivery man simply said it was a called-in order made just today a few hours after she had gotten off work. How odd.. The thought of a secret admirer made her stomach flutter with excitement. Sure, men had tried to court her but they were often rather vulgar, this man had to be quite the gentleman! 

                 A small smile quirked on her lips as she absentmindedly traced the fragile petals wet with dew and neatly cut right at the stalk. Their leaves bent in a curve so that they gave an appearance of leafy little arms, and the color of the irises complimented her singular eye color perfectly. After a few moments of getting lost in thought going down the list of who could possible have sent the gift a soft plop pulled the ginger from her thoughts. Pushing away from the desk and leaning down to pick up the open file only to see Hannibal staring right back at her with a jolt of surprise. His mug shot was staring at her, to be more precise, in black and white from being a bit older and seemed ominous from the looks of it. His eyes shadowed in a darker gray than his face and gave him the appearance of glaring at whoever was photographing him. This was the photo plastered all over the newspapers describing what he had done... it made sense why so many people feared the infamous cannibal. Would their views change upon meeting the man behind the glass? His eyes more sensual and warm but still holding their own intenseness following them when they entered.. would they fear him? Hope pressed her lips in a thin line tracing a line along the edge of the photograph becoming frustrated with her train of thought. Now was not the time to speculate. She placed the photo back with the file and began to flip through the numerous doctor notations over the years. Not much to be said as he hardly gave anything up. Even in torture with chemicals or electroshock therapy Hannibal would tease them with the idea of giving up his former victims but yank it away when they got close. People like that always assumed they had the upper hand until realizing their patient was the real one dangling a carrot over a stick. However one did catch her eye, it was an interview from a detective named Will Graham and an officer who didn't seem all the important. 

(Officer) 'What was your relationship with Hannibal Lecter?'

(Will) 'We were friends, if that's what your implying. Listen man I'm a detective myself. I know the gist of interviews. Don't beat around the bush with me.'

(Officer) 'Calm down Mr.Graham. We just want information. What happened the night you were attacked?'

(Will) 'I was struggling with a case trying to figure out who was behind it. Lecter had helped me numerous times on other cases so I went to him with my troubles. Little did I know he was the murderer all along, heh, I was a damn fool. Anyways during the discussion I realized the truth, but at the time I tried to deny it. I didn't want to admit that the person I relied on for so long could so such a thing. That was until he jammed a blade into my gut. He was trying to kill me- said it himself. In a last burst of effort I managed to get up and stab him back. After that well.. it's mostly a blur.'