RP: With Hannibal

[mrmoneypenny]

A few days pass.

Life as Hannibal's favourite toy goes on.

And now, Villiers, laying on his bed, oddly still.

Fresh cuts along his scapula and clavicle, faded ones trickling across the expanse of his chest and back.

Very, very still.

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[reactstonothing]

Funny. Isn't stillness Hannibal's purview?

No matter.

He approaches, shirtless, and trails his fingertips up Villiers' arm before leaning down to kiss his temple.

[mrmoneypenny]

He remains as he is.

Quiet.

Motionless.

Not even reacting to that touch.

Something is not right, here.

[reactstonothing]

"Villiers," Hannibal murmurs, settling onto the bed and tugging that oddly motionless head into his lap. "Something wrong, lover?"

[mrmoneypenny]

Finally, he reacts. Just a slight turn of the head, to look up with empty eyes, and hands coming to settle against Hannibal's arm. Blunt nails against skin.

"What would you do," he asks, quietly, "if I hurt you?"

It's oddly neutral.

Calm. Too calm. Seemingly devoid of emotion.

Strange, considering how Villiers usually is.