Mischa Lecter, Hannibal Rising (gone VERY AU), Somebarshapedplace

[mmsaki]

Mischa Lecter, dressed for a party in 1959, is sitting at the Bar. Heels, earrings, gloves, silk dress with petticoats underneath

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[mm_danii]

"I dare to wonder what could have upset a beautiful lady such as yourself," said the young man who walked towards her almost silently. He was used to quiet, fierce necessary quiet, and sometimes it infected him in ways he didn't realize until a step too late. Such was it now.

He smiled faintly and the next footfall was more audible.

He was dressed for another era, perhaps; 1899, and suitably presentable for his assumed station. Sebastien would have no less from him, after all.

[his_usurper]

Almost silent is not silent in itself, and she had already started to turn to face him.

"A rather...rude young man, actually." Her accent is odd, French on Russian with a Lithuanian twist.

[mm_danii]

"I've been called better and worse," he said with a briefer smile. "Though there is, of course the question of if you are the young lady I was speaking of. My guardian always speaks against the dangers of assumption."

[his_usurper]

"So, 'such as yourself' as more by way of thinking me an example? Forgive me, sir, but I am a trifle too upset to fence with words and distinctions."

[mm_danii]

"And, if I am not too rude or exact a gentleman, is there anything I might be able to do to assist in brightening your mood?"

[his_usurper]

"As to that, I am not the slightest idea." She tilts her head, slightly.

[mm_danii]

"I should be worried, were you but an idea. They tend to flit off, and I admit to a touch of curiosity that would have you stay if you could.

"I suppose the question can't be answered without a bit of information from both of us, though."

He offered an elegant bow, the delicacy of his movement almost like a lady's.

"Priest, miss. Jack Priest. A pleasure, I assure you."

[his_usurper]

She smiles, a little.

"Mischa Lecter."