sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Hannibal woke in one of the guest bedrooms, stretched, and rubbed his face. The weekend slowly filtered back in, and he shook his head. Well, that was new.

Joni looked up at him and mewed, then attacked the foot Beethoven wasn't sleeping on. Then mewed again and pounced toward the door.

Apparently, locking himself (and the cats) in a room away from Jono was not going to be tolerated any longer.

"Yes, little one," he told her. He rubbed Beethoven's head and got nothing worse than a grumbly look as he extracted his foot and went to open the door.

[OOC: Open post!]
sharp_as_knives: (teen - side-eye)
Hannibal didn't know where he was, but it definitely wasn't the orphanage. It was far too nice and far too empty for that. He peered around suspiciously, then made a thorough inspection of the floor he was on and the rooms in it.

He found some bread and fruit in the kitchen and wrapped it in a towel to carry with him, eating another piece that wouldn't fit. Wherever he was, it was safer on his own than in somebody's house - you never knew when they might come home.

He grabbed a knife from the kitchen, too, just in case, then headed carefully for the door.

[Open for anyone in or outside of the house that wants to catch teen!Hannibal sneaking away!]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Hannibal was still healing, and still apparently "grounded", which amused him more than anything. Even the annoyance of not being allowed in his own kitchen didn't entirely stop the amusement, although he was making every effort to heal more quickly because of it.

He could really only eat so many leftovers.

Today, he was intermittently reading and walking about the house, doing light stretches to avoid stiffening up.

And trying to figure out how he was supposed to teach a cooking class without going into the kitchen.

[OOC: Open post! Discussion of Hannibal's past NFB!]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Lucille, Hannibal had no doubt, had heard the entire altercation with Jack. But she was inclined to murder herself, and had helped him after, so he wasn't worried about that.

Sparkle, on the other hand, he had little doubt had also heard, and he'd not seen hide nor hair of the boy since. And while Sparkle did seem to harbor his own sort of ruthlessness, it hadn't yet extended to murder save when they hadn't entirely been themselves.

So, Hannibal had phoned him and left a message. A request, not a demand, to speak with him.

Now he waited and hoped.

[Hannibal's home all day; open post other than Sparkle's thread. The nature of Jack's beef with Hannibal and the discussion of murdertimes NFB!]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Between his cracked ribs, wrenched leg, and took a while longer for Hannibal to get home than usual, even with Jono helping.

Well, at least they had dinner already made, thanks to Eliot. And the time spent wrapped so close to Jono did give him time to soak in Hannibal's calm, which would hopefully help. Along with the aches and pains he was feeling, unfortunately; Hannibal had considered attempting to hide them, but he rather thought Jono wouldn't thank him for that.

Luckily, there was a full bath on the lower level, since that seemed to be where Hannibal was grounded to.

He wasn't bothering to hide his amusement at being grounded, either. Even if he suspected it rather defeated the purpose.

"Am I entitled to towels after my soak?"
sharp_as_knives: (blue)
Jono was upstairs, but Hannibal had gone down to the main rooms of The Boards a little earlier, to make certain everything was in place. At least their decorations and such had survived this time - amnesia was a bit less damaging than mutant-hunting cyborgs.

The last-minute flowers were...acceptable. A bit unusual, which Hannibal approved of, even if they didn't all precisely match. The food was, yet again, good, and Hannibal was going to owe Eliot favors for his patience. The cake was somewhat less extravagant than the previous ones, but it would do.

If everything simply went to plan, that would be plenty.Cut for violence and discussion of...well, Hannibal. )

[OOC: All murder accusations and the fact that Jack's FBI are NFB! The basic details of the fight are fine, though.

Preplayed with the wonderful [ profile] furnaceface, [ profile] vdistinctive, and [ profile] crimson_sister!]


Aug. 22nd, 2016 11:43 pm
sharp_as_knives: (blue)
Why not - all the cool kids are doing it, and I do have one fairly newbie.

The Cannibal )

The Radio Host )

The Huntress )

The Vampire Mage )

Me )
sharp_as_knives: (even my suit is bored)
Relaxed (and cheese-smell-free) after the week in remote Sweden, Hannibal smiled as he stepped through the portal to home.

His smile went away. "What is that noise?"
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Hannibal marched into the music room to where Jono was playing guitar and held out a bouquet of strawberries. "Happy birthday." With his other hand, he held out Jono's voucher from Portalocity. "I've booked us a portal to Sweden; the standard hotel next to the icehotel is open in summer now."

And it didn't smell overpoweringly of cheese.
sharp_as_knives: (blue)

I think it got a bit lost in the BDE, but I have a newbie! He's [ profile] 2_old_for_this, and his infopost is over here!
sharp_as_knives: (Im worried about you)
Jono: Another stopover. The bloke sitting next to me in the lounge is a giant cockroach. Literally. He's been asked three times to put out his cigar.

Hannibal: I am still a blue pony. With a knife drawn on my side; very subtle.

Later... )
[This post brought to you by my own and [ profile] furnaceface's texting boredom. Exact content of the texts NFB, though generalities are cool.]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Today had been a mix of overcoming a hangover, finishing the preparations for class, class itself, cooking a proper breakfast and lunch, and trying to find time in between to reconnect with both himself and Jono.

Now, home from class and with nothing else to do (before they had to start planning a third wedding), Hannibal had fallen back on an assortment of berries with chocolate sauce, and coffee with brandy.

He was eating it in bed, and to hell with it. If the sheets got sauce on them, they could be washed. Or thrown out.

This was as close as Hannibal got to a Mood without being actively homicidal.
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
They weren't expecting any visitors today, and the invitations and prep work for the wedding were done (again). So, after Jono got home from the music shop, they met in what was now the gym, though the lights had been turned down and a comfortable sort of nest set up in the middle.

[OOC: for the one mentioned!]
sharp_as_knives: (blue)
After their last attempt, which had been a spectacular failure, Hannibal and Jono had decided to try again in the somewhat safer venue it had originally been planned for. In the interests of that, they had sent out invitations. Again.

Delivered to the mail of everyone who remotely knows these two and isn't openly antagonistic.

The text was also e-mailed to everyone, and voicemail left on their phones by Jono.

Cut for image )

If you think there's the slightest chance you got one, you did!

About the wedding )
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Hannibal hadn't noticed anything different yet today himself. He'd heard the radio, which had made him cautious, but it wasn't as though he made a habit of lying to the cats, or even to Jono these days.

So, he was staying inside for the moment and working on new wedding preparations. It wasn't as though things could go bad that way, after all.

[OOC: Open post!]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Hannibal had been, unsurprisingly for those who had been at the wedding, rather annoyed recently. He suspected his sudden attack of snake earlier this week had been the island's way of giving him a vacation.

Or of keeping him here and not out hunting quite so much. Though that did little to explain Jono's transformation. Or maybe it did.

Whatever the reason, he had now been himself again for most of a day, and he was feeling much more relaxed.

It helped that he was in his kitchen, working on a simple veal saltimbocca and listening to some lovely music.

[OOC: Expecting one, but open!]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Hannibal had set up for his usual tutoring of Lucille today - there were tea and scones in the music room, and he was drinking coffee - but he also had his tablet on his lap and was trying to coordinate - again - the wedding. At least this time the Boards might be ready?

There was no way they were having it in Jono's world again. Or his own, come to that.

[OOC: Open post!]
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
You have reached Doctor Hannibal Lecter at Fandom Island Counseling Services and Psychiatry. I am unavailable to take your call, but if you'll leave your name and number and the nature of your inquiry, I'll return your call as soon as I am able.
sharp_as_knives: (formalwear)
Despite the last-minute change of venue - when they'd finally found a date that worked, the contractors had run into snags at the Boards, and they'd ended up in Jono's world, at a banquet hall in Westchester that it had taken all of Hannibal's persuasion and Jono's reputation to get them - they were set up beautifully. The place was wood-panelled, and decorated in rich fabrics of black and light grey offset by twists of saffron and dark yellow roses. Candles (electronic ones) flickered at the ends of each row of seats that had been set up.

The dining room had been set up in the same colors as the main hall... )

[OOC: It's their wedding day! Free to attend for anybody who thinks they might have gotten an invitation, or even those who might not have.The more, the merrier! Portalocity will make it easy for you, since they're hell-bent on making Hannibal happy. There will be hijinks within, naturally. We couldn't resist. Preplayed with the lovely and wonderful [ profile] furnaceface, [ profile] vdistinctive, [ profile] atreideslioness, and [ profile] that_oldsaying!]

Arrivals | Hannibal's dressing room | Jono's dressing room | The ceremony | BUT THEN! | Aftermath | OOC
sharp_as_knives: (At home)
Hannibal had spent most of the day on the phone with florists and the cake shop, the hotel and banquet hall, and a few of the guests, arranging some last-minute things. And brushing the cat, because biology waited for no weddings, and he had to keep the shedding down.

Now, he was reading and listening to Bach, sipping some very good tea.

It was a good day.

[OOC: Open post!]


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