He comes to this realization as he kneels in front of a slick of blood across the scuffed leaf litter, hugging the remnants of his jacket and what they cradle to his stomach. He tucks his chin to his chest as he breathes out shakily, squeezing his gritty, sleepless eyes shut.
The thing that isn't a sparrow whines through the fabric its swaddled in. He cups his hand over its twitching little body, feels it strain against its confinement, a confusion of limbs and mouths squirming against his palm. ]
It's okay. [ He tells it, gently. ] We're okay. I'm going to figure it out.
[ A few minutes later, one Hannibal Lecter, psychiatrist, receives a short text message. ]
cadaver consolations | hannibal | cw throughout: body horror, drug use, psychiatric treatment
He comes to this realization as he kneels in front of a slick of blood across the scuffed leaf litter, hugging the remnants of his jacket and what they cradle to his stomach. He tucks his chin to his chest as he breathes out shakily, squeezing his gritty, sleepless eyes shut.
The thing that isn't a sparrow whines through the fabric its swaddled in. He cups his hand over its twitching little body, feels it strain against its confinement, a confusion of limbs and mouths squirming against his palm. ]
It's okay. [ He tells it, gently. ] We're okay. I'm going to figure it out.
[ A few minutes later, one Hannibal Lecter, psychiatrist, receives a short text message. ]
Hello, Dr. Lecter.
Are you available to talk?
Krouse