The moon beams down onto the skylight above his cell, shadowing on him as he looks up at the circle. Seeing the blue-yellow moon aligned with the skylight.

He stands, thinking of his darling, you. His heart and soul he's craved to love, becoming so obsessed with you has become a life style he has hidden since your first meeting

I'm a ghost to you, Your a ghost to me.

Lyrics drum into his head as if they are playing on a speaker.

A birds eye view of San Luis..

He stares up, the blues remind him of your eyes, the yellow reminds him of your skin under the light of his office lamps.

He misses you dearly, Hannibal 'the cannibal's Lecter misses you, as if you were bonded to him, like you were his true mate, not a soulmate, more than that. You meant the world to him and now he's locked up in a place away from you...away from the late night conversations after your appointments with him.

The handle on the door clicks, the door opening, Hannibal's mind isn't focused, settled on the moon, hoping you'd be looking at it too.. Thinking it may be a worker that has come to check on him like he was insane

His heart beats as he thinks of your smell, forestry, dogs, almost sultry, he sniffs again.

It's you.

His eyes dart to you, your beauty as you enter the room, the salmon pink dress shirt you wore once, tight against your frame. He smirks, trying to appear calm.

Internally he's a mess, his love back to him.

"Will" Hannibal says, pleased to even grace your presence.

His eyes trace your body, like he was eyeing his prey.

"Cunning...cunning boy. I thought you said you would never see me again." growling at the 'never' almost disgusted being reminded of that betrayal.

"I guess fate and circumstances have lined your paths again. Delusional, Cunning boy." A cat-like smile crosses his perched lips, thin against his soft skin that complements his higher, sharp cheek bones.

"So we meet again" Trying to jab at the man, trying to insist on a conversation, needing that with you once again.