Cannibal's kiss (( Hannibal X OOC))

City of Love

                                                                                ~Paris, France~

                 Hannibal Lecter passed along the rough textured concrete streets lined with canopies and shops offering several services to passersby. It had been ten long years since the imprisonment in that damned asylum and he was quite content to enjoy this new found freedom. Things people so often took for granted he welcomed eagerly. Though at the same time Hannibal was careful not to indulge too much. One mustn't leap straight into a pool of pleasure otherwise it would grow dull and barren with time. Instead opting to satiate simple desires like visiting the opera. It had been ages since the sweet sound of voices tangled together to tell a story reached his ears and them returning was a euphoric experience. He had shut his eyes tight during a majority of the performance already having it burned in the palace in his mind and instead sinking into the chorus of music. A familiar fragrance tickled against his flaring nostrils and Hannibal paused gazing curiously around the busy street sliding against a pillar as to not disturb the flow. His pale blue eyes finally catching on a quaint mom and pop florist shop. Right outside the brightly painted yellow screen door was a basket of decadent purple lilacs flooding from the entrance of a neatly woven basket secured to the overhang. It's aroma sweet and inviting taunted him, bringing back the memory of a woman. Damn. This was the one downside to freedom. He lacked chaos. The chaos that spurred him to slaughter victims and watch the pitiful faces of families tears staining their faces. He had only killed one person and no one mourned that loss. Besides that was simply a business transaction to further himself in his career, hardly amusing. Living a tranquil life was simple but utterly dull and Hannibal couldn't help but sink in the yearning for the comfort of her.

            Her visage flashed in his memory, hair wild and flowing like a dancing flame along her delicately sloped shoulders and framing her pale face. Her eyes two different hues but holding the same impassive curiosity that Hannibal often indulged in. All around him the senses drew him back to her. The soft tweet of birds perched within the trees, lining rim of the sidewalk sounded just like her chirping laughter, sweet as honey and pleasing to the ears while filled humor. Heat from the flickering flames of a fireplace brushing against his stretched hands brought back the feeling of her warm shoulder's milky skin pressed against his cheek. Feeling the firmness and shake of her tense muscles and than the tangy bitterness of metallic blood filling his parted jaws. Everything.

                 Women came and went passing with interested stares but too nervous by his indifferent gaze to approach. They didn't compare. Fools marching along to the beat of someone else's drum, following the crowd without a thought of pushing against the mold and gaining intelligence. They bored him. Once or twice he entertained their advances but quickly noticed how many were only entranced by his features and could never hold an intellectual conversation. Trying to push past his mind and go straight for his pants. Hope wasn't like that. He toiled on the thought of Hope so lost in thought he had barely realized that he was now sat in his bedroom. Sketching on a blank piece of parchment a face. Rounded but lean with high cheekbones and skin smoothed of any imperfection. It was Hope. Staring back at him in the blackened ink with eyes veiled under lengthy dark eyelashes giving her an alluring expression. Lips plump and pressed together in a warm inviting smile. His fingertips traced the yellowing canvas touching against the facial structure and could just feel body heat dance along his fingers. In the background Beethoven played from a speaker and filled the room with a glorious melody. Ivory keys pressed down for each note and careful consideration in each pace and sound. Such was the beauty in Classical music and the beauty in murder. He yearned to share this with Hope but knew better than that. Danger encroached on all sides with Detective Pazzi becoming increasingly nosy in things that should not concern him. Hannibal was aware of the reasons why. Greed. Mason Verger had a hefty bounty for information on his head and it was clear that the inspector couldn't help but cave to the idea. Pity. He would have to die.