[As it was, the way Hannibal met the Dominants gaze in turn differed to the individual. To those who openly leered, he met their gaze with a quiet menace that had them abruptly turning away. For those who simply were in awe, he let them look their heart's full. After all, Yuri was with him this evening, and he knew quite well how captivated the young man was with tonight's game.
He did not have to worry about wandering attentions.]
Well, I am not overly fond of the cuisine of either of our mother countries ... so I thought we might try something more ... delicate to the senses. Ethereal, like my companion for the evening. We will be dining at one of the restaurants that serves quasi-French cuisine in the Up.
The state of your thoughts, your emotions. Whether or not you are feeling like yourself, or find yourself thrown into despair, grief, rage, anxiety, fear - a score of others.
Therapists help you find ways to deal with these emotions, find coping mechanisms that make life easier for you.
[She debates for a long time before she decides to reveal her name. It is the phrase "coping mechanisms" that finally draws her in... after he had just described what her existence had been for... far longer than she cared to think about.]
[and when she arrives, she's wearing one of her usual little white dresses with a large, oval gold and garnet brooch pinned to the bodice, her submissive's collar and a faux black fur coat over that. she's also carrying a large box wrapped with sparkly silver snowflake paper and a round, cake shaped container.
how she manages to knock carrying all of that, she'll never tell.
when he opens the door, he'll be greeted by a warm smile and] Happy holidays!
Her uncertainty makes her want to continue the line of primarily useless questioning, but considering she had become confident enough to show her name she may as well start the process.]
[If she decided it was as much rubbish as she had initially thought when it had been suggested then she would simply stop.]
[When Hannibal answers the door, he is dressed impeccably himself in a tailored black suit with a red waistcoat, and black tie with ruby stick-pin. A ruby bracelet circles his wrist, and his entire manner is ... confident and comfortable.
His smile flicks on for her, and he steps aside to let her into his home.]
Happy Holidays to you, my dear. What might I carry for you?
[she loves the rubies. being Bgztlian, she comes with a predisposition towards liking red stones, since those are what's used to make a touchstone, a symbol of their devotion to the Mistress and of their ability to shift through the dimensions and phase.
her smile is bright and warm]
Hmmm. You can take the box since that's for you in the first place?
[Hannibal smiled gently, closing the door behind her and gesturing her into the living room area. The Christmas tree was decked in red and gold glass balls and bunting.
He gestured her to one of the sofas.]
I shall, thank you. I have a gift for you as well.
[He took the box, and put it down on one sofa, as he moved towards two double doors that led to his personal office.] While I am up, would you care for any refreshments?
[He comes back with a large, flat rectangular gift, and puts it at her feet with a little smile. Then he goes to the bar, where he takes out a chilled bottle of orange juice, and some champagne.]
That sounds delightful - and so I shall make myself one as well. You seem happy. Are things going well?
[it's all she can do to not vibrate out of her seat with excitement when the present is set at her feet, but she figures it would be rude of her to open hers before he has the chance to open his. she hopes she got his measurements right]
Thank you. And I am happy. I've fallen in love with someone here. I haven't told him yet, but I think he at least cares for me.
[Hannibal's eyebrows rose ever so slightly, as he walked back to the sofas, two drinks in hand. He put Tinya's in her grasp, and then elegantly placed himself opposite.]
Well this seems rather sudden ... do I know the individual in question?
[she takes hers with a murmured "thank you" and smiles warmly]
I guess it is. I've known him for the past three months. He's just--wonderful. So brave and kind. And I'm not sure if you know him? His name is Hunk Garrett.
Hunk ... Garrett. I cannot say the name rings any bells. Although he sounds like a solid sort of young man.
[Hunk Garrett. He sounded like someone from a 1930's serial comic book. Ye gods. Hannibal sat with a polite smile.] Will he be escorting you to the party?
He is. He's very good to me and he's a very good cook. Mother would have fits over him, but mother's never approved of any young man I liked. [conspiratorially] She wanted to arrange a marriage for me, but none would take me.
[much to her mother's dismay] I don't know. I haven't asked? I will, though.
To start with, I am not human. I have spent the last century developing an intimate understanding of my physiology and would like to begin to explore my psychology. I am not sure that you'd be able to help with a non-human?
An arranged marriage ... I truly thought those had gone out ages ago. Outside of Royalty. Although I suppose different worlds have different view points.
He is a chef? Delightful. If he would like to bring something to the party, do let me know.
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