— 𝓗𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐋 𝓛𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑

— 𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝓒𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝓡𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑. independent and literate portrayal of 𝒅𝒓. 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒃𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 from 𝐧𝐛𝐜'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥. psychiatrist. cannibal. curator. portrayal is based on the show, as well as personal headcanons and musings.

eros.☆ .ᐟ i need to collect my thoughts on this all. i just got messaged about 2 hours by someone i thought i'd never hear from again. he joined the BG3 verse. this is my story on him. TW / trigger warnings for: pedophilia, transphobia, guilttripping ( + )

+ the glimmer of pride which faded quickly as he took a sip of his drink, that was there. then again, it was always there since she had captivated his attention.

"then a congratulations is in order. a toast," he set his utensils on the side, before he raised his wine glass to her, his signature, enigmatic smile in place as he watched her. "to you for finishing the first step and pursuing the next step in your life." he could not help +

ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ * . . . 𝔂𝐨𝐮 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙸'𝙼 𝒑𝒔𝒚𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒛𝒆𝒅. ᅠᅠ ⠀

—— those pieces in his mouth. “tell me… how was your day?”

he chuckled at the way she stated his name. it was endearing, and the word felt natural coming from her lips —— meant to be. “you are most welcome, sam.” he offered her another tender smile, before he proceeded to cut up the pieces of meet on his plate, before popping one of ——

“you ought to ask for what you want, sweet girl.” a ghost of a smile touching his features, keeping his gaze with her own.

@haunthuntress ;; 🖤

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@haunthuntress —— killers mind doesn’t seem to alarm you. can you tell me why that is, samantha?”

@haunthuntress —— he wants the other to take note of.” he listened her the speak of her relationship with the deceased. “seems she was a friend to you. i am sorry for your loss.” he spoke, a touch of sincerity wafted in his rich tone as he continued to watch her. “the revelation of the ——

[ 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @haunthuntress 🖤 ] —— 𝒎𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ;; 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚍𝚛. 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎. weeks crept into months, and while the area seemed to be quite at peace, that was not the case for ——

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—— quiet smile touched her lips. “i prepared something special for you — amuse-bouche. it is pork loin with red cumberland sauce.” he moved to sit across from her, encouraging her to eat with a soft smile. “please.”

“all things considered,” the thought caused him to be curious, but he had left that out now. there were more important things to worry about —— such as the night that lay ahead of them. a low hum came from the psychiatrist as he set the plate with food in front of her. a ——

#𝓐𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐀. the way i had to look up the dishes hannibal cooks bc i have NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCK THEY ARE CALLED 😭😭😭😭

“of course.” he gestured for her to sit comfortably, as he moved to get some wine, white, as requested. he poured them each glass, moving to hand it to her. “i trust your day went well?” he commented, as he brought the food to the table.

—— interest you?” he vaguely wondered what sort of satisfaction did astarion get from knowing that he was, indeed, the chesapeake ripper.

a perceptive one, he was. hannibal found that he was not put off by the far, finding the corners of his mouth turn up. “a clever one you are, astarion, and for that, i commend you. you are not wrong with your deductions. but i do wonder; why do the nature of my… activities ——