Hot and Cold; Are you getting warmer?
Who: Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham
When: One December day
Where: A Sector 3 cafe, near the Longfellow Museum
Summary: eats_the_rude & eidetic_graham at a cafe. What's the worst that could happen?
Warnings: Lecter.
Bobbing heads of holiday and after-holiday shoppers alike crowd the square, the City's mass consumerism striking the man who sat immersed beneath a second-story cafe umbrella with a minor degree of amusement. He sometimes sat here drinking leisurely from a demitasse cup overlooking the street, watching faces come and go while reading the morning paper.
While the colder climate had him wrapped in a heavier suit jacket than usual he was still very comfortable on the outside,
Today, however, he was greeted at a most...familiar sight as a one Will Graham hurried along like the so many scurrying people before him, Lecter's head tilting in mild interest.
A smile would spread to his lips as he rested one hand on the linen cloth of the table, and consequently crinkling the paper; his other hand reached into a pocket and typed in a message for Will to read on his cell phone.
'Ping'
Hello there Will. I'm staring at your face right now as I write you this. You've a rather cute beauty mark you know. And your hair is as soft as down, I imagine. Did Molly often run her fingers through it..? I bet she would have.
When: One December day
Where: A Sector 3 cafe, near the Longfellow Museum
Summary: eats_the_rude & eidetic_graham at a cafe. What's the worst that could happen?
Warnings: Lecter.
Bobbing heads of holiday and after-holiday shoppers alike crowd the square, the City's mass consumerism striking the man who sat immersed beneath a second-story cafe umbrella with a minor degree of amusement. He sometimes sat here drinking leisurely from a demitasse cup overlooking the street, watching faces come and go while reading the morning paper.
While the colder climate had him wrapped in a heavier suit jacket than usual he was still very comfortable on the outside,
Today, however, he was greeted at a most...familiar sight as a one Will Graham hurried along like the so many scurrying people before him, Lecter's head tilting in mild interest.
A smile would spread to his lips as he rested one hand on the linen cloth of the table, and consequently crinkling the paper; his other hand reached into a pocket and typed in a message for Will to read on his cell phone.
'Ping'
Hello there Will. I'm staring at your face right now as I write you this. You've a rather cute beauty mark you know. And your hair is as soft as down, I imagine. Did Molly often run her fingers through it..? I bet she would have.