Hugh Dancy, on the other hand, can keep on doing exactly what he’s doing.
It’s all Hugh’s fault for having a visage people want to write poetry about.
every fandom needs at least three inception AUs ok
THIS STORY. Except not looking for clues to track Hannibal down— just driven to wander through the rooms, finding unexpected places of beauty, new hungers, bright rarities, and sudden views onto courtyards filled with night-blooming flowers… whole libraries where he can’t read the language, and longs to; halls filled with white and immaculate statues he could touch if he wants (and he wants and doesn’t want to)… he knows that underneath the house there is another house; he can feel it there; it is the underpinning; it is the cornerstone of all that he stands in; and he knows that he will have to go there, but he thinks: give me a little longer, a little longer in these rooms…