Timeline: Hannibal, Chapter 101
Canon: Yes
Summary: Hannibal's thoughts before he accepts Clarice's
offering.
Rating: PG-13
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Parallel.
The thought
stopped him, sudden and still, even as he moved to cross the glowing wooden
expanse of floor that separated them.
It suspended him in time like the drop of Chateau d'Yquem that he saw
there, glistening in the warm firelight, quivering in space.
He saw
himself reflected in her jewels, in her eyes… he felt a need, stronger than it
had been in many a year… a tenderness that shocked and moved him… a surprise
that gratified and inspired him…
He looked
at this woman, who could have been his student, his daughter, his lover. This mad orphan, rebel child, halved,
broken, melted, forged. She'd risen and
fallen to a pattern he knew well. It
was the course of his own life, shifted in time and space. He strained to move and could not.
Parallel. Uncrossable.
The teacup
had shattered and remained broken. No
new whole coalesced, no arrow reversed.
And the fabric of the universe still was woven of warp and weft, flowing
over and above, under and below, creating a pattern as binding as any
cell. Their threads could never twine
or knot, but instead be doomed to run side by side into infinity. Identical but for one variable, a single
value defining the difference, and the distance.
Perhaps
parallel lines can intersect when teacup pieces come together. Perhaps Hawking would know a way. It could be interesting to try and figure it
out.
In the
meantime, perhaps the distance could be narrowed, the fabric folded. He thought about tesseracts as he bent to
her coral and cream in the firelight his dark sleek head.
FIN
