A Burning Heart
Who: eats_the_rude and controllingluck
When: A lazy Sunday afternoon.
Where: Sector 4 Antique book shop.
Summary: Hannibal Lecter makes a venture to an unusual shop specializing in rare vintage and enchanted books.
Warnings: Lecter deviousness and bad luck. :|
He woke her then and trembling and obedient
She ate that burning heart out of his hand;
Weeping I saw him then depart from me.
A well-formed fingertip, with perfectly manicured nail holds steadily over old parchment, an eye the colour of mahogany noting the gold lettering with all the careful decisiveness of a prospective customer whose fine appreciation for books lent him the skills needed to identify authenticity. This one was normally kept within a glass case was leather-bound by hand, a tome of true beauty-crafted with the highest gold filigree about the cover.
Tracing the edge of a page he was able to see that the manuscript, while not a first edition, would make a handsome addition to his library. There were other collections here that would've interested Lecter too, though his love of Dante was almost unmatched. It held a special significance for him now...A conjuration of what had been left behind, but what would always be held fondly in Memory. He'd smile then to recall the smell of Florentine air, the sight of the Duomo and Giotto's campanile from the windows of the Palazzo Vecchio...
'Creak'.
The small wooden stool used by the keeper of the books creaking beneath his step as shelves were dusted, books rearranged. Their slight musty smell lingered as he stood towards the back, the quiet about him except for the occasional movement from the older Chinese man who dusted the shelves immersed him within the musical qualities of the words Dante had written.
He thought for a moment, considering its price. Was the amount asked for fair? A pause; Yeah, why not? It was a gem, this little shop. A true diamond in the rough.
When: A lazy Sunday afternoon.
Where: Sector 4 Antique book shop.
Summary: Hannibal Lecter makes a venture to an unusual shop specializing in rare vintage and enchanted books.
Warnings: Lecter deviousness and bad luck. :|
He woke her then and trembling and obedient
She ate that burning heart out of his hand;
Weeping I saw him then depart from me.
A well-formed fingertip, with perfectly manicured nail holds steadily over old parchment, an eye the colour of mahogany noting the gold lettering with all the careful decisiveness of a prospective customer whose fine appreciation for books lent him the skills needed to identify authenticity. This one was normally kept within a glass case was leather-bound by hand, a tome of true beauty-crafted with the highest gold filigree about the cover.
Tracing the edge of a page he was able to see that the manuscript, while not a first edition, would make a handsome addition to his library. There were other collections here that would've interested Lecter too, though his love of Dante was almost unmatched. It held a special significance for him now...A conjuration of what had been left behind, but what would always be held fondly in Memory. He'd smile then to recall the smell of Florentine air, the sight of the Duomo and Giotto's campanile from the windows of the Palazzo Vecchio...
'Creak'.
The small wooden stool used by the keeper of the books creaking beneath his step as shelves were dusted, books rearranged. Their slight musty smell lingered as he stood towards the back, the quiet about him except for the occasional movement from the older Chinese man who dusted the shelves immersed him within the musical qualities of the words Dante had written.
He thought for a moment, considering its price. Was the amount asked for fair? A pause; Yeah, why not? It was a gem, this little shop. A true diamond in the rough.