RP: With Hannibal
He stayed.
This makes Villiers happy. Worried. Concerned. Joyous.
It doesn't make too much sense, in general.
Hannibal granted his wish. A small, broken, helpless wish. But a wish for what?
Companionship? Abuse? Stability? Another hit of that sweet, sweet addiction?
Villiers doesn't know. But he stayed. He stayed, and brought them breakfast.
Strawberry preserves.
And Villiers had felt...oddly complete.
Satisfied. Content. With a hand in his hair, directing his movements, even as he abased himself before Hannibal's presence. A quiet kind of suffering.
Joy.
He's out on his daily walk, now, escaping the confines of the bar and its establishment, to take in fresh almost-like-home air.
Confused. Questions asked, but not answered.
It's only within himself that he can find answers and, sadly, he doesn't know them. Just that if he follows his instincts, gives in to those baser needs, all turns out well.
He doesn't even need the burn of shame to push him onwards, anymore.
This makes Villiers happy. Worried. Concerned. Joyous.
It doesn't make too much sense, in general.
Hannibal granted his wish. A small, broken, helpless wish. But a wish for what?
Companionship? Abuse? Stability? Another hit of that sweet, sweet addiction?
Villiers doesn't know. But he stayed. He stayed, and brought them breakfast.
Strawberry preserves.
And Villiers had felt...oddly complete.
Satisfied. Content. With a hand in his hair, directing his movements, even as he abased himself before Hannibal's presence. A quiet kind of suffering.
Joy.
He's out on his daily walk, now, escaping the confines of the bar and its establishment, to take in fresh almost-like-home air.
Confused. Questions asked, but not answered.
It's only within himself that he can find answers and, sadly, he doesn't know them. Just that if he follows his instincts, gives in to those baser needs, all turns out well.
He doesn't even need the burn of shame to push him onwards, anymore.