#*crams canon in a blender* bbrrrrrrr

[writinghannibal]

Lecter in Memphis

Starter for @blessedxsilence

Light piano music filtered through the converted space of the Memphis courthouse. The measures they were taking to keep Lecter were temporary, intended to hold the man for the length of time it took to have the meeting with the Senator and move him on. Putting him in a regular prison would have resulted in a death, whether it be Lecter’s or another inmate. The behavioral health facility wasn’t equipped for him and didn’t have the room. 

So he was in a cage like an animal on display, listening to piano music while police filtered in and out of the room to take a look at him. It was almost as if they expected him to be actively eating some poor unsuspecting soul that had gotten too close to the bars, or performing some other monstrous act. Maybe they were waiting for him to shed his skin. He didn’t care. He would be able to see sunlight come morning. The sharp little point nestled up against his gums was a reminder of that. He’d see sunlight. 

The door at the far end of the chamber opened, but Hannibal kept his back to it, slowly turning the page of the book he was reading.