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So, it's not a full blown fic, but it's good enough for now, until I get a solid idea – which I probably won't get until either I watch all of the Hannibal movies in sequence, or get my hands on the books. Oh well.

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1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Put iTunes or equivalent media player on random.
3. For each song that plays, write something related to the theme you picked inspired by the song. You have only the time frame of the song: no planning beforehand: you start when it starts, and no lingering afterward; once the song is over, you stop writing. (No fair skipping songs either; you have to take what comes by chance!)
4. Do five of these, then post.


Hannibal Rising
Hannibal Lecter x Lady Murasaki Shikibu Lecter


Burn – The Cure (6:39)

The nights are still restless for him, though he is not always haunted by ugly, nameless faces and gnashing teeth that tore into supple, little girl flesh. No, sometimes it is raven hair and dark eyes that haunt him while he sleeps, causing him to toss and turn and wake with his blood running hot through his veins.

Sometimes, she comes running in, eyes full of worry and care as she asks if he is alright. He never answers on these nights, having learned it's easier to swallow one's own voice than to stumble over condemning words. She will wipe the sweat from his brow and place a kiss to the corner of his mouth before leaving him, and he will spend the rest of the night staring at the ceiling of his bedroom, a hand down the front of his pajama pants.

And when he's red and raw, he'll damn himself, because he knows it will never work. As much as he would like it to, as much as he wants it to, she will not stay with him forever. He is getting worse as the days pass, and she is putting more and more distance between them.

Soon, he knows, there will be nothing left in him for her to love.


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When Worlds Collide – Powerman 5000 (2:58)

Even if the years have aged him, she knows him, and he can tell from the look on his face and in his eyes that he knows her, too. They stare at one another, and she wants to smile because for a moment, his sternness fails him and she can see the young man that came to her in the snow all those years ago. She wants to smile, but she doesn't, because he recovers quick enough, and she's back to looking at the monster she thought died on that wretched, wretched boat.

“Do you know each other?” the woman at his side asks, breaking the awkward silence, and the two turn to look at her in perfect harmony.

“Yes,” he drawls, and she notes that his voice is as smooth and as alluring as ever. He turns back toward her, a devil's smile claiming his lips as he motions between the two women.

“Clarice, meet the Lady Murasaki.”


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Leave Out All the Rest – Linkin Park (3:31)

There is blood on his hands, on his face, in his mouth, and she is walking away from him, sickened, frightened, and wanting nothing further to do with him. He has never panicked like this before, never felt the need to wear his heart on his sleeve like this before, but he can't just let he walk away.

After all, without her help, he never would have come this far. And maybe that's why she's leaving him, because she helped create this monster of a man he's become, and she can't face her own mistakes. Much like the way he had to kill every man who knew he, too, had feasted on his sister all those years ago.

“I love you,” he blurts out, and whatever childishness is left in him hopes that will wipe the slate clean, and she will forgive and forget, because God knows if she's willing, then so is he.

She turns to him slowly, and her own heart is there for him to see, broken and weary and caged once more. And he knows in an instant that this is the end.

“What is left in you to love?”


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I Still... – Backstreet Boys (3:50)

Sometimes, in the dim light of his cell, when he puts pencil to paper and simply draws, he surprises himself. Because, sometimes, when he's finished, it's her face staring back at him, unchanged and how he remembers her – and nothing like the way she most likely looks now.

He has long since hardened his heart since they went their separate ways, but every now and then, he wonders how things would have turned out had she not walked away. He doubts he would be in this cell, doubts he would have carried on after that trip to Canada.

But his ponderings are all in vain, because he knows things could have never been different, because she had every right to walk away when she did. What was left in him for her then, after all?

And, yet, even armed with that knowledge and much more, he still finds himself longing for her from time to time.


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Eat You Alive – Limp Bizkit (4:12)

One hand holds both of hers above her head, wrapped tight around both slender wrists. The look in his eyes is one she has never seen before, and it frightens her just a little, not that she'll let it show.

“Hannibal?” she asks, long legs sliding against silken sheets as she tries to remain comfortable pinned beneath the younger, stronger man.

He looks down the length of her body, then back up at her, a twisted smirk claiming his full, flushed lips. Her breath hitches in her throat, seeing shadows suddenly cast in his eyes, and demons lurking within them.

“Milady,” he murmurs, lowering his head, bringing his mouth to the nape of her neck. “You look delicious.”