[another compliment, only this time it sounds more genuine, personal. spoon pauses pressed into chocolate, then porcelain. Krouse doesn't ask the question, he knows. the two of them had been close, and he knew having the flier would cause emotions that Krouse wanted to bury claw their way to the surface. he can see it in his face, in how he talks about her.
Hannibal had been taking Clarke in, inch by inch, shaping her into someone else, into viewing him as someone else. still as he remembers her, maroon eyes steady on Krouse, but not truly. he's looking past him, to the painting on the wall that Clarke had complimented. she preferred landscapes. he made a shape for her inside of himself, filling a void that he lost in Abigail.
he exhales his discontent, briefly looking to the flier that stands alone on the refrigerator. a glint of emotion -- true emotion -- in his eyes, nostalgia for a time that may as well have not existed. deep inside of him, he does have that longing; the appeal of what could have been a daughter figure dances in his throat.]
Yes.
[the whole truth in one simple word, the rest swallowed down with another spoonful of chocolate.]
no subject
[another compliment, only this time it sounds more genuine, personal. spoon pauses pressed into chocolate, then porcelain. Krouse doesn't ask the question, he knows. the two of them had been close, and he knew having the flier would cause emotions that Krouse wanted to bury claw their way to the surface. he can see it in his face, in how he talks about her.
Hannibal had been taking Clarke in, inch by inch, shaping her into someone else, into viewing him as someone else. still as he remembers her, maroon eyes steady on Krouse, but not truly. he's looking past him, to the painting on the wall that Clarke had complimented. she preferred landscapes. he made a shape for her inside of himself, filling a void that he lost in Abigail.
he exhales his discontent, briefly looking to the flier that stands alone on the refrigerator. a glint of emotion -- true emotion -- in his eyes, nostalgia for a time that may as well have not existed. deep inside of him, he does have that longing; the appeal of what could have been a daughter figure dances in his throat.]
Yes.
[the whole truth in one simple word, the rest swallowed down with another spoonful of chocolate.]