No disclaimer. I feel no need whatsoever. So there. You don't like it? Sue me and see what you get. HA! What you get...that's a good one...man, I crack myself up. Okay. Never mind.
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After the opera, Dr. Lecter and Clarice chose to dine in a lovely Italian restraunt. It had gotten very dark and cold out, and as they walked through the streets of Florence, Lecter removed his coat and placed it around Clarice's shoulders. "It's amazing that you know your way around this place, even in the dark," Clarice commented.
"Well, darling, when you've been here as much as I have, you tend to remember things. I must admit that I am a bit rusty on shortcuts, however." He smiled.
"You shouldn't have told me that. I'd have never guessed," she said seriously.
"Yes, my dear, even I have flaws, you know," he replied.
"Never would have guessed that one, either," she said in an overly sarcastic tone. He shot her a mock warning glance and she decided that it was time to stop making jokes. Time to change the subject as well. "Oh, I can't wait to see this place. You seemed so excited about it earlier! It must be absolutely beautiful."
"It is. But you will make it even more enjoyable to the eye." He could be so romantic sometimes, and she loved it. She truly felt like a lady with him. Now she became even more excited about seeing this restruant and began to pick up her pace. "We're very close, Clarice. Do not be impatient. Impatience gives benefit to no one."
"I wasn't being impatient, I'm just excited, that's all." He smiled at her explanation and nodded silently. The rest of the walk was completed in silence as Clarice marveled at the structures they passed. One in particular caught her eye. It was far in the distance, and she tugged at Dr. Lecter's arm. "Hannibal, what's that?" He smiled. "What is it?" She was becoming irritated.
"That, my dear, is our destination." He could not have been more pleased with her reaction. Her eyes grew very large.
"Hannibal, it's-it's huge! Is that really where we're going?" She could hardly contain herself.
"Yes, it is. The food is to die for," he added with a menacing grin.
"I can hardly wait," she said, very excited. As they grew closer, Clarice strained to see inside the windows of the restraunt. The structure had several floors, she noticed. It was beautiful. The most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. And it was even more lovely inside. She saw immediately why Hannibal had picked this place for a nice dinner. It was him.
There were paintings and sculptures everywhere. The room was lit by two small candles on each table. The tablecloths were dark maroon fabric with plush dining room chairs on either side of the table. When a young man asked for his name at the door, Dr. Lecter replied, "Dr. Elliot Robertson."
"Ah," said the young man, "Dr. Robertson, here you are." He pointed at a reservation list. He leaned close to Dr. Lecter and whispered, "The private balcony you requested is right this way, sir." And he led the way to their table. It was on the top floor, which seemed to be the most popular. Once Clarice and Lecter were comfortably seated, the young man left them to their menus and closed the doors on their balcony.
"I love this place, Hannibal. It is absolutely wonderful." He smiled.
"I'm very glad you like it, Clarice. I had hoped you would."
"It's beautiful tonight, isn't it?"
"Lovely." He hadn't a chance to say more before a young waiter came to their table with wine. He poured them each a glass and sat the bottle on the table. "Thank you, young man." The waiter nodded and smiled.
"Just open the doors when you're ready to place your order, sir."
"Thank you for your services." The waiter bowed and left them. Clarice took a sip of the wine. She knew that Hannibal had called ahead and ordered it. It was delicious.
"This wine is wonderful."
"I had hoped you'd like it. I had it specially ordered."
"How sweet of you," she said. He sighed. For once, Hannibal Lecter was at a loss for words. He didn't know quite how to go about doing this, but he would certainly try his best to do a good job.
Taking her hand, he said, "I love you." She looked at him quizzically. The way he had said it worried her.
Oh my gosh. He's dying. Oh no. Oh my gosh. He's dying. I knew it. I knew something bad would happen. He's dying. Oh my gosh.
He took a discreet breath and placed a hand in his pocket. It returned with nothing that Clarice could see. Lecter stood up from his seat and came to Clarice's side of the table, kneeling. She wondered if this was what she thought, but dismissed the thought quickly. As he placed a diamond ring on her finger, he said the four words that would change their lives forever:
"Will you marry me?"
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Cliffhanger? Nah. Okay. I know the story is awful...there's not even a plot...yet. *evil grin* Thanks for being so supportive of my last piece! This is the greatest place. You all are so kind with your reviews. And for those who wondered what 'scelgono' means, it is the Italian translation of the word 'choose'. Yeah, I thought it was a great title, too... :) Oh yeah, I know this story is kind of cheesy, but I just love romantic stories involving Hannibal/Clarice. Okay.
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After the opera, Dr. Lecter and Clarice chose to dine in a lovely Italian restraunt. It had gotten very dark and cold out, and as they walked through the streets of Florence, Lecter removed his coat and placed it around Clarice's shoulders. "It's amazing that you know your way around this place, even in the dark," Clarice commented.
"Well, darling, when you've been here as much as I have, you tend to remember things. I must admit that I am a bit rusty on shortcuts, however." He smiled.
"You shouldn't have told me that. I'd have never guessed," she said seriously.
"Yes, my dear, even I have flaws, you know," he replied.
"Never would have guessed that one, either," she said in an overly sarcastic tone. He shot her a mock warning glance and she decided that it was time to stop making jokes. Time to change the subject as well. "Oh, I can't wait to see this place. You seemed so excited about it earlier! It must be absolutely beautiful."
"It is. But you will make it even more enjoyable to the eye." He could be so romantic sometimes, and she loved it. She truly felt like a lady with him. Now she became even more excited about seeing this restruant and began to pick up her pace. "We're very close, Clarice. Do not be impatient. Impatience gives benefit to no one."
"I wasn't being impatient, I'm just excited, that's all." He smiled at her explanation and nodded silently. The rest of the walk was completed in silence as Clarice marveled at the structures they passed. One in particular caught her eye. It was far in the distance, and she tugged at Dr. Lecter's arm. "Hannibal, what's that?" He smiled. "What is it?" She was becoming irritated.
"That, my dear, is our destination." He could not have been more pleased with her reaction. Her eyes grew very large.
"Hannibal, it's-it's huge! Is that really where we're going?" She could hardly contain herself.
"Yes, it is. The food is to die for," he added with a menacing grin.
"I can hardly wait," she said, very excited. As they grew closer, Clarice strained to see inside the windows of the restraunt. The structure had several floors, she noticed. It was beautiful. The most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. And it was even more lovely inside. She saw immediately why Hannibal had picked this place for a nice dinner. It was him.
There were paintings and sculptures everywhere. The room was lit by two small candles on each table. The tablecloths were dark maroon fabric with plush dining room chairs on either side of the table. When a young man asked for his name at the door, Dr. Lecter replied, "Dr. Elliot Robertson."
"Ah," said the young man, "Dr. Robertson, here you are." He pointed at a reservation list. He leaned close to Dr. Lecter and whispered, "The private balcony you requested is right this way, sir." And he led the way to their table. It was on the top floor, which seemed to be the most popular. Once Clarice and Lecter were comfortably seated, the young man left them to their menus and closed the doors on their balcony.
"I love this place, Hannibal. It is absolutely wonderful." He smiled.
"I'm very glad you like it, Clarice. I had hoped you would."
"It's beautiful tonight, isn't it?"
"Lovely." He hadn't a chance to say more before a young waiter came to their table with wine. He poured them each a glass and sat the bottle on the table. "Thank you, young man." The waiter nodded and smiled.
"Just open the doors when you're ready to place your order, sir."
"Thank you for your services." The waiter bowed and left them. Clarice took a sip of the wine. She knew that Hannibal had called ahead and ordered it. It was delicious.
"This wine is wonderful."
"I had hoped you'd like it. I had it specially ordered."
"How sweet of you," she said. He sighed. For once, Hannibal Lecter was at a loss for words. He didn't know quite how to go about doing this, but he would certainly try his best to do a good job.
Taking her hand, he said, "I love you." She looked at him quizzically. The way he had said it worried her.
Oh my gosh. He's dying. Oh no. Oh my gosh. He's dying. I knew it. I knew something bad would happen. He's dying. Oh my gosh.
He took a discreet breath and placed a hand in his pocket. It returned with nothing that Clarice could see. Lecter stood up from his seat and came to Clarice's side of the table, kneeling. She wondered if this was what she thought, but dismissed the thought quickly. As he placed a diamond ring on her finger, he said the four words that would change their lives forever:
"Will you marry me?"
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Cliffhanger? Nah. Okay. I know the story is awful...there's not even a plot...yet. *evil grin* Thanks for being so supportive of my last piece! This is the greatest place. You all are so kind with your reviews. And for those who wondered what 'scelgono' means, it is the Italian translation of the word 'choose'. Yeah, I thought it was a great title, too... :) Oh yeah, I know this story is kind of cheesy, but I just love romantic stories involving Hannibal/Clarice. Okay.