Oh look.

It's a Villiers.

And an Imriel.

In Villiers' warm, cozy room, apparently curled up against each other.

Awwwwwww.

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.

Door.

His door.

Hrm, where are his keys.

Lalala.

It's a Totally Normal Afternoon. And he needs to get ready to meet Imriel outside.

So, naturally, he's cheerful.

Quiet ( Read more... )

♥

A Villiers, at a bar, cradling a cup of coffee.

He's been restless, these past three days. The coffee probably won't help.

But it's warm, and smells nice, and although Hannibal left, he'll be coming back.

Villiers knows.

Hannibal Lecter keeps his promises.

Sip.

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Notice:

A Villiers.

Reading.

Comfortably, on his couch.

It's Chaucer.

Villiers does love his classics.

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