Cannibal's kiss (( Hannibal X OOC))

Flutter of the moths

Hope Redwell tugged open the apartment door and plopped sleeply down on the satin tan couch. Tucking her slender legs up and underneath her petite form and staring at the blank television screen lost in thought. Miggs was in fact dead. Dr. Chilton confirmed that fact with her later with a matter of fact tone and a cocky little smirk. As if to rub that fact in her face that it was her fault. Apparently late in the night it was caught on cameras that Hannibal was whispering things through the walls to him and the words distressed the poor guy so much that he swallowed his own tongue. Asphyxiated on it and no one knew till the morning when a check was done for each inmate. She hated the idea but the image of his shriveled anorexic body coiled in a tight ball cold and dead rose in her mind. Dark eyes glazed over like the of layer of ice on a river and pale face flushed red from lack of oxygen now fading into a snowy white. Such a horrible way to go, all alone in a freezing damp cell. No one claimed his body, he was left to rot in a morgue. A mentally ill man alone in the world now thrown away like trash despite being a human being. She couldn't help the rush of anger towards Hannibal for doing what he did. Miggs may had been vile in actions but he was sick- and to kill him for it? The image of his unnerving blue eyes showing no emotions when describing the actions swam into view and she was back in that asylum standing in front of the stained glass wall. Dr. Lecter in the impeccable Persian blue jump suit. Taking the time to examine his body now that this was just a memory and noted how the suit itself was slightly baggy against his lithe body. Skinny but with a firm frame, not a lot of muscle definition but she sensed a hidden strength that was required for his... unique appetite. His chest was always slightly pushed out in the straight back position he was often in but didn't strain against the fabric. To be frank he wasn't an incredibly buff man but what would be labeled as a 'normal' body type. Probably an effective way of blending in as Hannibal looked and could act like everyone else. She waved her hands through the mirage pushing away the memory feeling an odd warmth in her chest spreading from her toes to the crown of her head. It was a strange feeling, powerful like moths taking flight in the root of her stomach. Something often explained in rom coms but to really feel it? The thought itself frightened her. To be so inclined towards a cannibal? No. Impossible.

She needed a distraction, something to pull away from the fluttering in her chest and the warmth between her thighs and quickly clicked the red rubber bottom that made the screen light up. A blue glow at first showing an error message before switching to a documentary about some serial killer. Named the 'Tooth fairy' which later switched to 'the Dragon'. Hope sat up the name clicking something in her memory and she watched the screen listening to the words spoken by a deep voiced narrator.

"The Tooth Fairy commonly known as The Dragon. A horrific serial killer who hunted families and stuck shards of glass in their eyes." A pause as images of two smiling families popped on the screen. Their names appeared underneath in bolded white lettering 'The Leedes' and 'The Jacobi's'. In the center was the image of a mousy man with greasy blonde hair and round reddened cheeks with the name 'Freddy Lounds' printed underneath. "His identity was later revealed as Francis Dolarhyde a mentally ill man who was often emotionally and physically abused by his senile grandmother." The image of the victims faded away to be replaced with a stern looking man with a scar just below the shadow of his nose and planted on his thinly pressed lips. Eyes dark and intimating with close cropped blonde hair. "His unfortunate fate sealed by Will Graham, a popular detective who aided in the capture of Hannibal Lecter, better known as 'Hannibal the Cannibal'. It is speculated that Dr. Lecter did in fact offer a hand in the investigation though the FBI will not verify."

Hope perked up at the name, brow raised curiously and drowning out the dribble of words from the speaker of the Television focusing on the image of Will. He was generally attractive with a wide scar along the edge of his cheek just underneath his steel blue eyes. Far softer then Hannibal's with a more human glint but holding the same intensity and intelligence that stalked like a wolf inside their gazes. His hair was messy and dirty blond, falling in clumps over his wrinkled forehead giving him a more lazy boyish appearance. A tight smile curled up his lips though his body was stiffened in the image from being uncomfortable. Will's face was sun kissed from his short retirement which only brought out the pale scar. She grew curious, the same gentle curiosity that flowed in Hannibal's mind everyday. A desire for more knowledge but this one pertaining to the former FBI detective. The reporter rambled on about Will's history and she made a point of tuning in interest heightened by how much he reminded her of Dr. Lecter.