[ There is an unpleasant familiarity to the empty ache in his stomach. Two weeks now without a single bite of food. Six or so more to go, if his calculations are correct (and they almost always are). By then he will have withered to almost nothing, but he will return and upon returning, he has to know exactly what the plan is going to be.
Six weeks is plenty of time to come up with something creative and worthy of his time and energy.
Hannibal, now already gaunt and irritable, requires more physical effort to hold his arm up to scan the books in the library, though he persists. He peruses with one thought in mind, to allow Wonderland to grasp it and tug him towards what he searches for: Anthony J. Crowley. Where does he come from, exactly? What more can he know. His finger stops on a book title, Good Omens, and he pauses before he takes it down with the Bible already heavy in his arms. To skim it is easy enough; he ignores the shaking of his arm at holding the bible's weight in order to stop and leaf through a comparatively small paperback. ]
Library, pick a day any day.
Six weeks is plenty of time to come up with something creative and worthy of his time and energy.
Hannibal, now already gaunt and irritable, requires more physical effort to hold his arm up to scan the books in the library, though he persists. He peruses with one thought in mind, to allow Wonderland to grasp it and tug him towards what he searches for: Anthony J. Crowley. Where does he come from, exactly? What more can he know. His finger stops on a book title, Good Omens, and he pauses before he takes it down with the Bible already heavy in his arms. To skim it is easy enough; he ignores the shaking of his arm at holding the bible's weight in order to stop and leaf through a comparatively small paperback. ]