In the morning, the town comes back to life. Birds crow overhead, a snake nearby hisses, a lingering coyote dips behind a shop before disappearing into the wild. It's a frightening contrast to the stillness of yesterday but it doesn't mean it's over yet. After all, today is the trial.
The Sheriff stands on the porch of the Town Hall and brings his hand up to his mouth to let out a whistle. He'll thumb back to the Hall behind him and very clearly state --
"Trial time, folks. Get in here and figure out who did it."
And then he'll turn to leave before pausing and adding on,
"Bring a snack or somethin' too.
The Town Hall is set up more like a court house, a Judge's bench at the front but instead of at center, it's off to the side as if more for observation than participation. There's a table at the front of the room already holding a small box and a pad of papers and pen, for voting apparently. A side room containing only a metal gurney is next and today it's obvious why there's a gurney there at all with the corpse, resting right on top of it. Aside from that, there are rows for everyone to take a seat and it's only after everyone is inside and settled, that the doors close and the Sheriff speaks.
"Well, have at it. You've got till nine."
And then, he points to a clock on the wall that reads 12:00. Good luck.
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...Calling it such seems a bit ill-fitting, but I suppose that could be a word to describe it.
[ Please don't ask him what, though. I'm not ready for Hannibal to wax poetic about how much he loves Will in public. Kill me, Christy, first. ]
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[i'M SORRY]
up for execution: me
A soulmate. The word has gained a bit more meaning the original, but I mean it as Plato spoke of it. One soul split in two as mirror images. We look at each other and see ourselves reflected, and so we understand each others hearts as no one else could.
[ His eyes almost start to get glassy as he describes this because Hannibal is. A fucking embarrassment. I'm so goddamn sorry. Hannibal just sighs lightly, still a bit embarrassed from saying that so publicly, but he nods. ]
'Love' does not feel like it's an adequate word for us. So I hope you'll pardon the extended imagery.
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That's amazing... I'm so glad the two of you were able to find each other, then. Some people search for their soulmates their whole lives and never find them. You're very lucky!
[she ships it]
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...I am. I think so every day I spend with Will.
[ i'm so sorry ]
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It's wonderful that you've been finding time to spend alone together, too!
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...Well, it is not terribly hard. [ It occurs to him that he hadn't exactly mentioned this, so he decides to add: ] Ezio was kind enough to not mind swapping rooms with Will. We spend our evenings together.
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That's so kind of him...
[Also it makes the whole cuddling thing a little easier to swallow - no witnesses... whew. She'd been a little concerned they were getting all soulmatey in front of an audience.
...which they're kind of doing now whoops]
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Why did you have to like, say this, in public. Just going to scrub his hands over his face and mutter a curse here. ]
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But at least on the bright side (?) he's probably going to abscond from this conversation for a while to just sit near Will. And he does at least lean over to say a quiet: ]
I'm sorry about that. Though your bluntness did start it.
[ Because he is flustered about this too, okay... But he's at least hoping that his calm otherwise can be a balance for Will, hence staying near him for a while. ]
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Also forgive me @ god, for this gay, but when Hannibal leans over Will takes a moment to press his forehead to Hannibal's and close his eyes for a second, breathing him in. The calm does it and Will relaxes a bit. ]
I keep underestimating the natural curiosity at play here.
[ Then he pulls away and settles into his seat, sitting shoulder to shoulder with Hannibal and staring at the floor. He still looks a little flustered too though. ]
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It also helps him, though it's not quite what he's concerned with. When Will pulls back, Hannibal does too, and he sighs out a small laugh. He's feeling a bit less flustered, at least. ]
As do I. If only we could return to the simplicity of when Miss Freddie Lounds was the only one with such interest.
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[ tbh her gay dads are cuter than she expected. ]