So, basically, I had a lot of this stuff written. Then I had some major computer problems and now I have to re-write everything so yeah. This might be shitty in comparison because the first was super fucking rad.
My mouth is doused with the flavor of old world gold. I become aware of my breath, slowly but surely. One of two things happened… I passed out or blacked out. Oh god, I'm hot. I'm so sweaty… my arms are extra warm and my fingers are searing. I open my eyes, my vision swirling grey against a white, bluring background. I slowly focus… oh shit…
I come face to face with Tobias' mangled face. His eyes are away from their sockets and his skull caved in, and the best part, his jaw. His jaw was moved at least four inches to the left. I drop my eyes to get away from it, but I'm met with something worse. In a gaping hole, smack in the middle below his ribs, sit my fingers… that's why they're so hot. My arms, up to my elbows, are coated in fresh blood. I look around and see what I think are a pancreas, a kidney, and a stream of intestines still coming from the hole.
"Hannibal?" I scream… I think I scream. My throat feels raw; I must have been screaming in the black out. I move my tongue around and taste blood, then feel a fresh cut upon my lower lip; small, yet dangerous. Yeah… I'd been screaming.
"I'm here, Celest. Don't panic." I don't turn to look at him… I'm entranced by Tobias' body. I did all this in, what I'm guessing, is a short time span. I feel Hannibal's strong arms wrap around me and pull me away from the body, sitting me on the floor. He places towels and a bowl of soapy water between my open legs and then sits across from me. He dabs the towel in the water and starts to clean my arms.
For a while, we don't speak. He seems perfectly content wiping the man's blood from my arms. His lips are just pursed enough to be endearing and the feeling of his hands caressing mine help slow my still-racing heart. As my hands get clean, and are exposed to the air to face what they had done, they grow cold. I want nothing more than for Hannibal to wrap my in his jacket to keep me from freezing. I moisten my lips, ready to start asking the real questions.
"Twelve minutes." He answers the question I was thinking with a low, unthreatening voice. I did all that in twelve minutes… I don't remember anything.
"You blacked out completely. I was worried of stepping in or you know I would have helped you." His smile is gentle and the kiss me lands upon my clean palm genuine. I look away from the red, soapy water and see the large guy on the floor. I remember him from before…
"Hey, who killed that guy? I didn't do that." I mumble as I point to the bigger guy across the floor, dressed strangely like Hannibal. I think I've had that thought before…
"I did." Hannibal's voice is so cool and collected, per usual.
"Oh… gotta call the police…" A full orchestrated sentence ran through my mind, but my head bobbed forward before I could finish ", I'm gonna be in so much trouble." I start to cry. Unfathomable hysteria typically comes after a black out episode, but I feel Hannibal's gentle motions pull me back to reality; a grim reality, but reality none-the less.
"Hush now," he kissed my knuckles ", no one is getting in any trouble."
"I murdered him, I'm gonna go to jail." Hot tears had already ruined my face, but Hannibal caresses each cheek anyway, looking so devote and caring for me than ever. Looking at him, his deep eyes keep my grounded, and my moving lips put me in a trance.
"No one, especially not you my dear, is going to jail. Everything will be alright. I'll keep you safe." Hannibal, from what Will tells me, has always been charmed with the gift of language. He always knows exactly what to say and how to say it. He's the perfect therapist and the perfect boyfriend. I'm glad I'm here with him doing this, I'd probably have gone hysterical by now.
"I know you were standing outside. I could smell you." I'll never get used to that. He just answers the questions I didn't even have a chance to think about yet.
"Oh, okay." A wave of exhaustion hits me hard. I thought I was going to be alright a few moments ago, but now, I can hardly keep my eyes open.
"You must have heard some things, you were standing there for a long time, Celest."
"Heard him say he wanted you as a partner and something about murder at dinner and… oh god, I'm so tired." I shake my head and groan, setting my chin against my chest. He says something, but I can't hear him over a yawn. I'm swimming in rushing thoughts. He mutters a sweet 'I know' in my ear and keeps working away.
He finally finishes after a really good cleaning job and then walks to the closet. He emerges with his long winter coat, and then picks me up bridal style. I wrap my arms around his neck and yawn, feeling him chuckle against my hip. The way he walks is slow and rhythmic; I find myself enchanted by the motions. If I wasn't tired from the blackout, I would be from his natural movements.
"You look so sweet when you're tired," he kisses my shoulder ", now I'm going to put you in your car in the back seat. You're going to lay down and I suggest you sleep. Blackouts are physically and mentally exhausting and I need you rested for later."
"Whas'later?" I slur as he puts me in, covering me with his warm coat. I pull my knees up, the spacious back seat offering a fairly comfortable medium. My entire body fit under the coat fit for his broad, taught body.
"We're going to my home, I'll make you dinner, then we'll chat about tonight. Now sleep."
"M'kay." I mumble, then drift off to sleep.
Whoops that was horrible all my fault. I was going to fix it up, but I just had so many computer problems in the last fucking thirty minutes that I'm actually just giving up.
xoxoPN