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RP: With Hannibal
May 23, 2008 15:33
Villiers is in his room, now (
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reactstonothing
May 23 2008, 20:59:36 UTC
There's another tiny noise at the door.
Quiet, so quiet.
It opens-- shuts-- quickly enough that it might just be a trick of his fevered imagination.
Or not.
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mrmoneypenny
May 23 2008, 21:00:42 UTC
He turns, but doesn't otherwise move.
Villiers is just deathly quiet.
That's all.
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reactstonothing
May 23 2008, 21:03:14 UTC
"Good evening," say the shadows.
He didn't bring that bag with him today.
Good or bad? Well, Villiers will find out shortly, won't he?
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mrmoneypenny
May 23 2008, 21:04:41 UTC
Villiers actually seems to relax when he hears that voice. Silken and smooth, distinctly European.
He turns towards its source.
"Hannibal."
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mrmoneypenny
May 24 2008, 02:15:22 UTC
Morning.
Villiers wakes suddenly. Still twitchy. Still...disconnect. Disconnected. Lost.
Hurry, then. Get up.
Belated reaction.
(quietly, elsewhere, he wishes for strawberry preserves)
Move, move fast. Wedge that chair under the door, like that. Invest in a chain latch. Sometime. Eventually.
Stare at the door. He gets in, every time. Bust the lock? No, impractical.
He always finds a way in.
Tea. He needs tea.
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reactstonothing
May 24 2008, 02:16:29 UTC
Elsewhere, Hannibal sleeps.
Poorly as ever.
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mrmoneypenny
May 24 2008, 02:21:27 UTC
Kitchen, then. Kettle, water, stove. Shaky hands grabbing Darjeeling and measuring it out. A strainer.
Fuck.
Strawberries. He needs strawb-
No. No. Those are tainted, now. Impure.
A battle of wills, him and a bottle of strawberry preserves.
Yes. Yes? No.
Whistle. Shaky hands, a shaky mug. Strainer, in.
Strawberries.
Food? No. Couldn't keep it down. Fuck.
Preserves. Just a little? No one would see. He likes them. The jam is sweet and fruity.
No one would see.
Open the jar, swipe a finger against the edge. Like a secret. Sickening.
But still. Sweet and almost copper. He shudders.
It sweetens the taste of tea.
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reactstonothing
May 24 2008, 02:23:09 UTC
You can't stay asleep forever.
He wakes, fails to tremble, searches for distraction.
Thinks of Villiers.
Smiles, alone and motionless in the dark.
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Quiet, so quiet.
It opens-- shuts-- quickly enough that it might just be a trick of his fevered imagination.
Or not.
Reply
Villiers is just deathly quiet.
That's all.
Reply
He didn't bring that bag with him today.
Good or bad? Well, Villiers will find out shortly, won't he?
Reply
He turns towards its source.
"Hannibal."
Reply
Villiers wakes suddenly. Still twitchy. Still...disconnect. Disconnected. Lost.
Hurry, then. Get up.
Belated reaction.
(quietly, elsewhere, he wishes for strawberry preserves)
Move, move fast. Wedge that chair under the door, like that. Invest in a chain latch. Sometime. Eventually.
Stare at the door. He gets in, every time. Bust the lock? No, impractical.
He always finds a way in.
Tea. He needs tea.
Reply
Poorly as ever.
Reply
Fuck.
Strawberries. He needs strawb-
No. No. Those are tainted, now. Impure.
A battle of wills, him and a bottle of strawberry preserves.
Yes. Yes? No.
Whistle. Shaky hands, a shaky mug. Strainer, in.
Strawberries.
Food? No. Couldn't keep it down. Fuck.
Preserves. Just a little? No one would see. He likes them. The jam is sweet and fruity.
No one would see.
Open the jar, swipe a finger against the edge. Like a secret. Sickening.
But still. Sweet and almost copper. He shudders.
It sweetens the taste of tea.
Reply
He wakes, fails to tremble, searches for distraction.
Thinks of Villiers.
Smiles, alone and motionless in the dark.
Reply
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