[that ever subtle gesture rouses something in Hannibal. he resists the urge to ball his hand into a fist, keeps his body still. there is a burning of anger behind his eyes, but only because of the lack of control he has in this situation. he's been trying to keep it leveled, but the energy is too thick. they are both expelling such waves that no longer does it feel odd, but now dangerous, eerie. a snake coiling before a strike.
a twitch in his eye, a barely seen micro expression of a frown. eyes are locked and unblinking.
yet he is the one to reel it back in with a thin breath; a release, a disarming smile, a twinkle in his eye. he can do nothing here.]
I'm sure many of us would be curious about just whom doled our dreams, and what they saw there.
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a twitch in his eye, a barely seen micro expression of a frown. eyes are locked and unblinking.
yet he is the one to reel it back in with a thin breath; a release, a disarming smile, a twinkle in his eye. he can do nothing here.]
I'm sure many of us would be curious about just whom doled our dreams, and what they saw there.