He looks innocent….until you notice the meal

I wonder if that mushroom next to the Pie is from the episode Amuse-Bouche? It wouldn’t surprise me

B&W photoshoots of Mads Mikkelsen

……/FANS SELF

/THROWS INHALERS EVERYWHERE

“C’mooooooon…”

"I highly doubt whatever costumes you own will fit me." Hannibal sighed. Plotting to torture and kill her later.

"… Blue and grey." Hannibal grumbled, feeling most disgruntled at this point.

The Joker cheered.

"I’m sorry to tell you this, but I’m not one of the Batfolk." Hannibal deadpanned.

"S’okay.  I won’t hold that handicap against you.”

"... Blue and grey." Hannibal grumbled, feeling most disgruntled at this point.

"As the redheaded Bat chick.”

“Really now?” Hannibal muttered, keeping his distance from the woman who enjoyed donning herself with layers of greasepaint. 

"You can pick any of her costumes you want.”  The clown was feeling generous.  ”There’s the blue and gray, the black and yellow, the all purple…”

"I'm sorry to tell you this, but I'm not one of the Batfolk." Hannibal deadpanned.

"As the redheaded Bat chick.”

"Really now?" Hannibal muttered, keeping his distance from the woman who enjoyed donning herself with layers of greasepaint. 

the-ouija-board-sent-me is in the waiting room

"You need to accept that the present is, in fact, the present. Those people that hurt you are no longer here. You are safe, the present includes your work at the museum, your cat, and me." Hannibal explained as he held her, cradling her head.

"Please remember that if you know anything that will help ground you in this life we are building for each other, tell me, and I will do everything I can to see to it that it gets done." Hannibal vowed.

She didn’t let go.  Though her heart was racing she kept her breathing even, she wouldn’t have a panic attack on him, no that would be the last thing she wanted to do.  ”I…safe…” She whispered the words closing her eyes and nodding into his chest.  ”I I’m not sure what will and won’t help…but you’re right….” She muttered softly “You…and Winchester…and my job…” And the few friends she had that had stuck with her.  ”Don’t know…what else to say…” She muttered. “What might help…because it’s difficult to decide that on my own…” She needed a guide more than anything.

"I know, I know that it's difficult, but I'm here now. Let me be your guide, and I will help you see what is around you. I will be your anchor, and I will ground you. See? I am holding onto you right now, I can feel your heartbeat, just as you can feel mine. The house is quiet, there is only you and me. Your name is Aurelie Gilbert, you are in my home, and you are safe. Can you repeat that for me? Repeat it until it becomes concrete for you." Hannibal lead, psychologically coaxing her towards him.

the-ouija-board-sent-me is in the waiting room

Hannibal cupped her face and knelt down just enough to be at eye level with her, “And now is the time for yes, something new to get used to. Something better, time to leave that pain and the past, and let it go. You can let go now, Aurelie, I’ve got you, and I will never let go of you.” Hannibal promised, lowering his hands to hold her shoulders now.

She looked into those eyes drawing a deep breath, she tensed only slightly at the feeling of his hand on her shoulders mostly because she didn’t know what to say what to do.  ”I um…I…you…” She shook her head fighting back tears that seemed to come into them without her permission.  She hugged him, shifting forward enough to do so.  ”I…don’t know how.” She whispered. “I’ve tried but I don’t know how….” Not when it was there every night…not when it was there when she looked in the mirror.  Which she didn’t do anymore.  Because she didn’t recognize the face in it.

"You need to accept that the present is, in fact, the present. Those people that hurt you are no longer here. You are safe, the present includes your work at the museum, your cat, and me." Hannibal explained as he held her, cradling her head.

"Please remember that if you know anything that will help ground you in this life we are building for each other, tell me, and I will do everything I can to see to it that it gets done." Hannibal vowed.

Le Point le Plus Faible (AU)

"And what reward do you get from killing? How does it make you feel?" Hannibal asked quietly, regarding her with that unhealthy curiosity.

"I get.. pleasure from it. It makes me feel good inside." Kat answered him. "Like a release from everything just bundled up inside of me itching to get free." Letting out a soft sigh.

"A release, similar to your occupation regarding sexual intercourse. Gets blood pumping, relieves all of ones... stress and tensions. I still believe it would be wise for you to identify a healthier outlet for this stress you allow to build up within yourself." Hannibal advised.

the-ouija-board-sent-me is in the waiting room

More like they’d been the story of her life…at least her life after her parents death anyway.  ”I um…suppose…I just…I don’t think I’m even good enough to pursue it as a hobby you know…” She followed him into the kitchen her first instinct heading towards the skin to help with washing the dishes. 

He put a hand on hers, preventing her from turning the water on. “Shh…” He began, pressing close to her. “You are your own worst enemy, if you tell yourself that you can’t do something, you aren’t good enough, you never will. Understand me?” He asked, leaning up to press a kiss to her forehead.

She felt his fingers pressing against her skin and felt her skin turning red from the feeling of him against her.  She liked it, so much so she almost didn’t hear him speak.  Shaking her head she nodded “I…you’re right…” She muttered her fingers reaching up to rest on his forearm.  ”I just…I’m more used to being told no…than I am yes I guess.” She laughed nervously. 

Hannibal cupped her face and knelt down just enough to be at eye level with her, "And now is the time for yes, something new to get used to. Something better, time to leave that pain and the past, and let it go. You can let go now, Aurelie, I've got you, and I will never let go of you." Hannibal promised, lowering his hands to hold her shoulders now.

Le Point le Plus Faible (AU)

"I may be able to… convince some people to overlook your record.” He assured her.” Hannibal could be very persuasive, after all. He noticed her starting to wind down, good, a tired mind was the most easily manipulated. “Is killing the only compulsion you experience?” 

"That’s amazing." Kat relaxed a bit more on the couch. Lifting a brow slightly at his next question. "I uh..It’s my dominant one if you could call it that as far as compulsions. The other ones are just vices really. I could quit them really when I want to."

"And what reward do you get from killing? How does it make you feel?" Hannibal asked quietly, regarding her with that unhealthy curiosity.

the-ouija-board-sent-me is in the waiting room

"Ah, self-fulfilling prophecies can be powerful things. But how will you really know, if you don’t try? Why not pursue it as a hobby? Push yourself, see just how far you can go. You may just surprise yourself." Hannibal smiled, leading her into the kitchen.

More like they’d been the story of her life…at least her life after her parents death anyway.  ”I um…suppose…I just…I don’t think I’m even good enough to pursue it as a hobby you know…” She followed him into the kitchen her first instinct heading towards the skin to help with washing the dishes. 

He put a hand on hers, preventing her from turning the water on. "Shh..." He began, pressing close to her. "You are your own worst enemy, if you tell yourself that you can't do something, you aren't good enough, you never will. Understand me?" He asked, leaning up to press a kiss to her forehead.