❥ 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]

[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.]