Cannibal's kiss (( Hannibal X OOC))

Uncharted Path

Hope Redwell clasped the warm glass of a white coffee mug between the curve of her delicate palms. Listening to the chatter of Clarice Starling who stood upright in front of the glass table talking animatedly about Hannibal and his plans. She listened quietly, dipping her head occasionally in a polite indignation that she was still following when in all actuality she was lost to the palace of her mind. Entangling in the banners of memories and skipping down concrete halls that lead to libraries of the past. A safe haven where thoughts could be stored and examined once more when the time came. Now she poured over the material on Dr. Lecter while pondering what was being said. Had he truly returned? The idea seemed foreign to her. The ten years brought a secret comfort on the notion he was gone but now..

Hope pressed her lips together and finally raised her eyes upwards pulled from the palace far too early to gather an answer but knowing time was of the essence on it's own. If he had truly returned chaos would ensue, both women had gathered that fact early on. A mutual understanding that death would come to those that stood in the way of his goals.

"Hope? Are you listening to me?!" Clarice snapped, running a hand through her straight ginger locks that fell in heaps around her face.

"Hm? Oh yes.. Just thinking. Listen I get what your saying. I really do it's just, why me?"

"You said it yourself! You two are alike. He's drawn to that."

"No that can't be the only reason. Something would have to lure him away from the place he called sanctuary. A death." Hope crossed one leg over the other and adorned a thoughtful expression staring at the blank screen of the television. While Hannibal being back was a real possibility the only questioned that remained was, why return now? If it truly had to do with a singular person he would have struck by now. No, the facts didn't add up. Something had spooked him out of the retirement and the only question that remained was what. Clarice also seemed to be stuck on the same thought. Grasping the golden chain of her purse resting on the recliner and tossing her overcoat over the bended crook of her elbow.

"Your right! I'll be back later. Gonna run a check to see if any suspicious deaths showed up in other countries that seems like his MO" And with that she was gone leaving Hope to toil with the question.

So she sat in the dim glow of the living room light flipping that one question over and over. Hannibal was like a puzzle, an eternal mystery that pulled at her greatest curiosities. Solving one would bring on hundreds more until there were more questions than answers left. Infuriating to experience but also an intriguing aspect in his personality. One could never be bored with him by there sides, and that's all she wanted. To be by his side. Hope clenched at her beating heart, gripping the silk fabric of her night shirt in coiled fingers. Cool to the touch from being excluded from the warmth of her covers for so long but the chill brought a clearness that kept her mind from being too swamped with desires. Now was not the time to yearn, it was a time to figure out what was going on in this muddled tale. Feelings could be bottled up and stored away but death could never be forgotten. Even now the fates of those policemen haunt her waking moments, she couldn't allows others to harmed at her expense. That's all Hannibal would bring, destruction and death to those unfortunate to cross paths with him. Her mind flashed to the image of blood dripping from his jaws falling to the floor in puddles. Below him, a body, still twitching with the spasms of death before riger mortis set in and everything went stiff. The familiar glaze of death skating over their chocolate brown eyes which seemed to stare through the ceiling at the sky above. No longer to feel the warmth of the sun dance along their skin or the kiss of a loved warm sending shudders of pleasure from the root of their spine.