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“ And yet here you are, seeking the company and pleasure of the man that kidnapped you. I would say this makes me the winner? ”
Hannibal softly parried back, indulging in the touch of Jack — even selfishly curling his hand around Jack’s hip.
“ Am I to be granted a …
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“Maybe.”
Jack replied in complete monotone. The idea played across his mind a few times already, and as tempting as it was to ruin ( another ) suit, he decided against it. For now.
A hand extended, firmly grasping Hannibal’s elbow, tugging him closer.
“If I remember
⤬ https://t.co/NnjYoz6Xm4⍮if anyone overheard Jack and Hannibal’s conversation they would fr be concerned because how are they flirting with a ‘and you kidnapped me’ as how they met
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A delicate brow raised above deep set cognac hues which swirled with bemusement. Lips twitching in a curling smile as he stepped, with intent, closer to his darling.
“ Will you run again? I would hate to get this particular suit ruined while I chase you down. ”
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An overwhelming sense of 𝑑𝑒𝑗𝑎 𝑣𝑢. Lips press together, head tilted slightly to gaze up at the thistle branch — and the man standing beneath it. Amusement softens his sharp features, curious.
“This seems 𝑜𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑦 familiar . .”
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⤬ https://t.co/NnjYoz6Xm4⍮SHUT UP. How are you so extremely talented like this?? Thank you my friend 🙏🙏 all work is credited to beehive because I can’t edit as something as brilliant as this.
⤬ https://t.co/NnjYoz6Xm4⍮ writing “meat is meat” in reference to Hannibal’s sister being cannibalised is DEVASTATINNNG .
Can’t believe canonically Hannibal unknowingly ate his sister until being told when he asked “where’s Mischa?” that’s crazy.
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( Remorse. Guilt. Blame. Such emotions were foreign for the Lithuanian. He did not ache the same way others did in face of misery and mistake.
Lips pursing, his gaze involuntarily shifted back to stare at Jack. At his beloved who willingly acted to soothe, pressing …
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[ Touch was foreign to Jack. Even upon feeling skin beneath his own, flesh gripping languidly against his own, he only felt numb. It simply wasn’t there.
With Hannibal, he forced that disconnect aside and squeezed firmer, massaging the pad of his hand with small
the sorrowful fearful cries that was wretched out of Mischa the moment they were separated. )
No. But I consumed her innocence all the same as those soldiers that day.
( He retracted his hand completely, the weakness unsettling his beast, and turned to obscure his face. ) …