for [remarkable_boy]

[thisismydesign]

People have different ways of comforting themselves when they're upset or confused about something. Some people turn to alcohol, or food, or smoking. Hannibal prefers to work with his hands to get his frustrations out

Comments

[remarkable_boy]

Will listens hard to the house as he enters. Quiet. Hannibal is supposed to be home and, while the man moves quietly, his presence can still be heard, if only though a crackling fire or the strains of classical music floating through the rooms

[thisismydesign]

There's probably a part of him that wanted Will to catch him, which is why he didn't lock the door. Why he did this with the possibility of Will coming home in the middle of it.

"Hello, Will," he says, not looking up from his work. The head had been removed already and set aside in a bucket on the floor, out of the way. Right now he's working with a bone cutter to carefully get rid of the rib cage, so he can get to what he wants underneath.

He'd always been very good at ribcages, at John's Hopkins. Other students would fight against them too hard, and splinter the bones, leaving fragments in the organs, but Hannibal was a natural at it.

[remarkable_boy]

Will steps forward, carefully and mindfully putting one foot before the other. Somehow, without the head, the body seems less terrifying. There is no identity. No expression.

He watches. Stares. When there is a lull in the grinding of the saw, he speaks softly.

"How did he get here?"

[thisismydesign]

"I brought him here," he says simply, as though the answer were quite obvious. "I thought it best to work on him here, where no one would see. We don't need any undue publicity."