entrees: (Ƙō Ɲσ Mσησ)
Hᴀɴɴɪʙᴀʟ Lᴇᴄᴛᴇʀ ([personal profile] entrees) wrote in [community profile] boxofdactyls 2015-06-11 12:11 pm (UTC)

[ by the time she returns, the body has been moved, a testament to Hannibal's deceptive strength. It's the sounds that echo down the hallway which announce his part in this grim work, and in the relative quiet of the foyer, those noises, distant at first to her ears, would loom louder, magnify as they become the only audible point of focus: the metallic clink of tools, both medical and culinary, the peeling, wet sounds of the body giving way beneath them. Without being able to see what he's doing to prompt each such gruesome note, the imagination is left to fill in the blanks. He has left the door to the room where he works open, knowing that her task will place her where she cannot help but listen.

The blood is stubborn, but as she works her way closer to the door, she would be able to see that before removing Anthony Dimmond from the place of his final moments, Hannibal has latched the doors.

She would get the quiet, certain sense that this was not merely to keep someone without from interrupting their work. Any doubt she had of this would likely be removed by the way he has carefully set the suitcase she had had in hand when he returned up on the table, in the very center of it.

He feels no need to confront her about this. The quiet reminder of her failed departure, and the act that she now engages in willingly, cementing her part in this, would make his point with silent, sinister eloquence. ]

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