❥ you may be good looking but you're not a piece of art;;

[trompeur]

 [It's not every day that one learns to hop from realm to realm, but after finding her way out of Citadel things became much easier for her. She's been visiting Hannibal every so often--he's one of the few from Citadel that she actually enjoys talking to. Months pass, but she visits him at least every other week. He's been acting quite strangely as of late, but it does not concern her all that much.

Perhaps he likes her, but Hannibal is honestly an enigma. Half the time he's thinking something entirely different than what she presumes. It's interesting, which is why she's so fond of him. Leblanc knocks on his door, looking rather lovely in a plain, white sundress. It's not her usual style, but she prefers to fit in with the locale and this seems to do nicely enough.]

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[trompeur]

I'm a leader of what could be called a cult of bloodthirsty murderers. Of course blackmail is common for me, silly~

[But she says it with such smile and gusto! Most would be alarmed by that sadistic grin, but she presumes Hannibal won't mind. She loves it when people try to kill her--it means she gets to play with them.]

Is my little Hannibal confessing his feelings? Ah--whatever shall I do. I'm a little old lady.

[operapaintingandmurder]

[Yes, naturally she'd be used to blackmail. She seems to delight in it though, and the spark in her smile, the devious monster that lays in wait underneath the layers of seduction and occasional mothering attention, seems to light the embers buried deep in Hannibal's own mind.

He feels himself burn for her, just a little bit. Small tendrils of smoke curling up from a lit scrap of paper, curling into itself as its destroyed.]

You look young for your age, then. [It's said slyly, almost coy, though Hannibal's eyes don't stray from her face.]

[trompeur]

It's all smoke and mirrors.

[In the end, Leblanc is a selfish person. What Hannibal sees as desire, the Deceiver sees as an opportunity. She steps toward her friend and smirks, her pointer finger tipping his chin upward.]

But you're in for a treat.

[She kisses him roughly, hands grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him closer. If this is what he wants, then this is what he'll get--but perhaps not quite for his own desires.]

[operapaintingandmurder]

[Hannibal knows how to take simulated comfort from her smiles, was at first drawn to her out of an instinctive need for something he can't even name - the mother he misses but can hardly recall.

But now her smile is devious, full of something dark and it's thrilling to see the blackened depths of her soul peering out at him through her eyes.

He stares at her for several moments when the kiss finally comes, at once unbelievable and fully expected - as soon as she spoke her intentions were obvious, and yet she'd never crossed this threshold before. What changed her mind?

Eventually his eyes flutter shut, giving in to sensation alone as he steps forward to bring their bodies even closer, enjoying the pull on his neck from her grasping his shirt collar. When he feels it's finally possible and polite to pull back a moment, he comments:]

I suppose I should have expected you would be so sudden and violent. [Hannibal's eyes are open again, tracking her face and finally daring to look down further, enjoying the sight of her chest so near to him. He touches it with a hand, gentle despite the obvious hunger in his gaze.]

I do love treats that have a bit of bite to them.~ [And with that he leans in again, nips her bottom lip softly before pressing their mouths together. He'll adjust to her tempo if she wants it to be rough, but for the moment Hannibal is reluctant to ravage her of his own accord.]

[trompeur]

[This is only cruel if Hannibal lets it be. She's made it clear that there is no romantic form of love directed toward him, but there's just something fun about toying with someone as vulnerable as him.

Leblanc's smirk only widens when he brushes a hand against her breasts. Such hunger for someone so young is--well--entertaining.]

Oh, how witty of you~

[She runs her fingers along the scars that she saw on his neck so long ago. Scars always have intrigued her--after all, she has so many of her own and they all have stories. Hannibal's were far more interesting than hers though--what could have he been through to make him want to eat people? It was absolutely fascinating.]