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IC - INBOX/VOICEMAIL/TEXT/THREATENING LETTER
Please leave all IC correspondence for Dr Hannibal Lecter here.
You're buying the whiskey. Not that I would know expensive from what is in my kitchen right now.
And no, you're not paying to board the dogs. My borders aren't for sale.
And no, you're not paying to board the dogs. My borders aren't for sale.
No sausages.
Are you still kicking your feet and tickled with yourself?
Are you still kicking your feet and tickled with yourself?
Good. Because that is what I'm coming to see.
Attacks on my virtue or not.
Attacks on my virtue or not.
Of course not.
That would be rude of me to do such a thing to someone I just met. From what I understand, this city frowns on people like me doing anything unwanted to people without that mark.
An interesting girl. The feeling is mutual, I take it?
I've also met a cellist in the gardens.
That would be rude of me to do such a thing to someone I just met. From what I understand, this city frowns on people like me doing anything unwanted to people without that mark.
An interesting girl. The feeling is mutual, I take it?
I've also met a cellist in the gardens.
Thank you for living up to our good manners. You are quite right though - open abuses and violence must be carefully hidden or you run the risk of having your mind adjusted. Painfully.
She is brilliant - and to her I am a father.
So you have met Marlo! Is she not delightful? I could not have picked a better face Submissive.
She is brilliant - and to her I am a father.
So you have met Marlo! Is she not delightful? I could not have picked a better face Submissive.
You mean my kind has to hide it. I don't see Dominants hiding much of anything. Mmmm. I doubt I would like having anything of mine adjusted. Others tried.
I never saw us being much of parents, but if it makes you happy, she is a lovely girl.
She is brilliant. A musician and a medical student?
However did you find her in the cesspool?
I never saw us being much of parents, but if it makes you happy, she is a lovely girl.
She is brilliant. A musician and a medical student?
However did you find her in the cesspool?
It's
(a long pause while Will decides what to type and three dots appear on the screen)
charming
an unusual insight.
(a long pause while Will decides what to type and three dots appear on the screen)
an unusual insight.
[He won't be hard to find at all. He's already in the arena, stripped down to a simple white undershirt, now pinkish red with his own blood and sweat. He's in the middle of boxing another dominant that is at least a head above him in height. Larger and younger. Much younger. He's perhaps Bruce's age. It means something. The hair color is wrong though, blond not black. It's still David verses Goliath here, and "David" is taking the blows like he wants them. It's clear he picked the largest fight he could in order to work out the grief and the aggression that comes with it. It's also increasingly clear that Alfred is toying with his opponent. He's using the man as his punishment, purposely leaving openings without much in the way of retaliation except for a token effort.
He catches Hannibal out of the corner of his eye and his shoulders slump apologetically as he takes more blows from his blond Bruce stand-in. He looks properly guilty, for being unable to wait for the doctor. For seeking out his punishment in such a way. He can only hope Hannibal will let him complete his pennance.]
He catches Hannibal out of the corner of his eye and his shoulders slump apologetically as he takes more blows from his blond Bruce stand-in. He looks properly guilty, for being unable to wait for the doctor. For seeking out his punishment in such a way. He can only hope Hannibal will let him complete his pennance.]
Then you have not been paying close enough attention. Dominants may have more freedoms -- but even we are not allowed to get away with outright murder. Take a care. Investigate. You will find we have less power here than you think.
Let us just say that I see something in her that reminded me very much of us, at that age.
Pure chance. I went to a club when I first arrived, and we were paired together. I have not let her go since.
Let us just say that I see something in her that reminded me very much of us, at that age.
Pure chance. I went to a club when I first arrived, and we were paired together. I have not let her go since.
[Hannibal exhales slowly, giving Alfred a Pointed Look. This is a huge step backwards in their therapy. Especially the way that Alfred is letting this stand-in, who is not actually Alfred's proxy son, beat him.
So he arches an eyebrow at Alfred and then calls out to the other opponent.]
He is dropping his guard, Bruce! Go for the left side!
[Now, to wait for the younger, taller dominant to yell out that he is not Bruce -- and to bring Hannibal's point home for him.
If Alfred wants to get beaten for 'failing', then Hannibal is going to strip away the delusions behind it. This is self-pity, nothing more.]
So he arches an eyebrow at Alfred and then calls out to the other opponent.]
He is dropping his guard, Bruce! Go for the left side!
[Now, to wait for the younger, taller dominant to yell out that he is not Bruce -- and to bring Hannibal's point home for him.
If Alfred wants to get beaten for 'failing', then Hannibal is going to strip away the delusions behind it. This is self-pity, nothing more.]
Bored?
If I was bored you would run out and throw a party or drag me to some event to watch me deal with it.
If I was bored you would run out and throw a party or drag me to some event to watch me deal with it.
I have had thoughts, but the more I run the scenarios, the less it seems likely to succeed at least for me directly. For others maybe and that could be interesting. Distance might serve me better if there is fallout.
That would depend on how much of her one has seen, I suppose.
[Hannibal never could resist a poke a those above him, in control, to see how they reacted. He still wondered if his other self was being honest about his defence of Abigail.]
A wise move on your part. She plays beautifully and is quite loyal to you. Very defensive of you. Had I been caught plucking those flowers, I think she would have backed down any of whatever security or police there are here.
That would depend on how much of her one has seen, I suppose.
[Hannibal never could resist a poke a those above him, in control, to see how they reacted. He still wondered if his other self was being honest about his defence of Abigail.]
A wise move on your part. She plays beautifully and is quite loyal to you. Very defensive of you. Had I been caught plucking those flowers, I think she would have backed down any of whatever security or police there are here.
[He catches the look. It's hard to miss when he's really not giving it his all in the ring. But more than that, he catches the sound of Hannibal calling out to his young opponent. The reaction is what the men is hoping for. The larger Dom does yell that he's not Bruce.
It's not like Alfed doesn't know that. Doesn't know what he's doing. And for a moment, there's a bit of anger there. There's a flash of heated ire directed Hannibal's way. It's resentment. Anger that he's not even allowed a moment of self-pity. He can't be selfish, not even once, to take what he believes he deserves. It's self-destruction without use of chemicals. A temporary high of adrenaline and pain because the person that should be chastising him isn't there anymore.
He'll find no pennance here and the pain is only a temporary distraction from the underlying grief.
The anger is brief and the resentment becomes resignation.
But at least he's not playing with the boy anymore. He makes it quick, dropping the blond with a single uppercut, large kid but glass jaw. He ignores the crowd to lean down and carefully arrange the kid, like he's tucking him in, so the medics have an easier time with him, before he's limping his way to Hannibal.]
Why?
[A single word, loaded with possibilities.]
It's not like Alfed doesn't know that. Doesn't know what he's doing. And for a moment, there's a bit of anger there. There's a flash of heated ire directed Hannibal's way. It's resentment. Anger that he's not even allowed a moment of self-pity. He can't be selfish, not even once, to take what he believes he deserves. It's self-destruction without use of chemicals. A temporary high of adrenaline and pain because the person that should be chastising him isn't there anymore.
He'll find no pennance here and the pain is only a temporary distraction from the underlying grief.
The anger is brief and the resentment becomes resignation.
But at least he's not playing with the boy anymore. He makes it quick, dropping the blond with a single uppercut, large kid but glass jaw. He ignores the crowd to lean down and carefully arrange the kid, like he's tucking him in, so the medics have an easier time with him, before he's limping his way to Hannibal.]
Why?
[A single word, loaded with possibilities.]
Edited (HTML is my bane) 2019-06-05 05:07 (UTC)
Distance serves us both. Patience is the great weapon few have, and we can use that to our advantage.
I have seen her for over a year now. She is unique, in her ability to survive. No matter what. So please do not make a situation awkward by trying to kill her. She might end up surprising you unpleasantly.
Marlo is the perfect partner and Submissive - at least in the daylight hours. At nighttime, I tend to make my own rules about whose bed I am in. As it stands, I am just as loyal to her as she is to me, when it comes to protecting one another.
Ah, yes, and that leads me to something. You are not to speak to Will Graham anymore. For your own safety.
I have seen her for over a year now. She is unique, in her ability to survive. No matter what. So please do not make a situation awkward by trying to kill her. She might end up surprising you unpleasantly.
Marlo is the perfect partner and Submissive - at least in the daylight hours. At nighttime, I tend to make my own rules about whose bed I am in. As it stands, I am just as loyal to her as she is to me, when it comes to protecting one another.
Ah, yes, and that leads me to something. You are not to speak to Will Graham anymore. For your own safety.
Maybe.
I wonder what sort of person I become when your mind leaps to killing. I was considering more of what she would be like in bed. While I doubt she has the skills of a courtesian or ... her, it would be a way to pass the time.
Do you? Dare I ask in the event our tastes are too similar?
I don't know a Will Graham.
I wonder what sort of person I become when your mind leaps to killing. I was considering more of what she would be like in bed. While I doubt she has the skills of a courtesian or ... her, it would be a way to pass the time.
Do you? Dare I ask in the event our tastes are too similar?
I don't know a Will Graham.
Trust me, it was not an easy place to come from. Perhaps you will only desire to kill those few men, but for me ... the days of three or four kills is far, far behind me.
I would rather that you did not sleep with my daughter -- but if she chooses to sleep with you? I have no control over that. Although I find shall find it ... distasteful.
If you want to sleep with Marlo, by all means. She has earned her place with me, thrice over, and she will probably be tickled to be able to compare us in the bedroom.
Let me think - tall man, Greco-Roman curls, blue eyes and beautiful Caravaggio features? Probably reads more into you than you would like? That is Will Graham.
He is mine.
I would rather that you did not sleep with my daughter -- but if she chooses to sleep with you? I have no control over that. Although I find shall find it ... distasteful.
If you want to sleep with Marlo, by all means. She has earned her place with me, thrice over, and she will probably be tickled to be able to compare us in the bedroom.
Let me think - tall man, Greco-Roman curls, blue eyes and beautiful Caravaggio features? Probably reads more into you than you would like? That is Will Graham.
He is mine.
[Hannibal meets that angry look coolly, his sharp features impassive as he holds Alfred's gaze without flinching. Self-destruction is one thing when it is at the bidding of someone who knows how to put you back together again. Doing out of some mis-placed feeling of guilt and grief is entirely another, and Hannibal simply will not allow it for Alfred. No, if he is going to get hi emotions out -- then it is going to be through anger.
As Alfred limps over to him, Hannibal starts to strip out of his coat, putting it aside as he works on his shirt.]
If you are going to work out your grief, Alfred, you are going to do it with someone whom you can actually hit and not render them immediately unconscious.
[The shirt unbuttoned, he slips it off and folds it neatly, before raising his hand.]
I call the next fight.
[Then he meets Alfred's gaze once more.]
Come on, then. Let us start our session.
As Alfred limps over to him, Hannibal starts to strip out of his coat, putting it aside as he works on his shirt.]
If you are going to work out your grief, Alfred, you are going to do it with someone whom you can actually hit and not render them immediately unconscious.
[The shirt unbuttoned, he slips it off and folds it neatly, before raising his hand.]
I call the next fight.
[Then he meets Alfred's gaze once more.]
Come on, then. Let us start our session.
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