A cool December breeze blew into the large room. It swept past long burned down candles, the strewn bed sheets and piles of clothes that littered the plush carpet. The room was cold now, yet all night it had been kept pleasantly warm by the intense body h

A character piece in which Hannibal and Clarice, in a dance with the morning, finally meet halfway and find solace within the temptation of insanity that will ever be part of their union.

Another unfinished dinner on the terrace (mainly trying out ff.net as a venue)