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constantine. ([personal profile] inconstantly) wrote in [community profile] newcastlecrew2018-01-24 07:31 pm

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Looking at your gifs. Jeremy Davies was also in Hannibal, that is so meta.

[personal profile] aperitivo 2018-03-11 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
While Hannibal might have been a stickler for schedules, given his meticulous nature and the way his work was revolved around scheduling patients, dinner was a different affair of sorts. He could always give an approximate time, but the dish would finish in accordance to it's own wishes, much like art or anything requiring creativity, sometimes the masterpiece took on a life that was unique. Cooking was like that. As it stood the fish was also taking it's time, but anything worth doing to perfection was worth getting it right without fail.

The house John found himself standing in the shadows of had a haunted appeal that was attractive in a way, but it was also imposing. True to Hannibal's classic tastes there was no doorbell so his guests were reduced to knocking and that was enough, with his fine tuned hearing had he been in the most remote region of his home he still would not have missed the door. It does take him a moment to answer, however, given how imperative it was that he set aside his tools appropriately before answering the door.

For his part Hannibal is tidy, well tidy would be an understatement, his presentation is so scrupulous if he wasn't wearing an apron it would be hard to tell that he'd even touched a fish much less was in the process of cooking one. From head to toe he was the perfect dandy who seemed to delight in finery, in his red dress shirt, vest, tie, trousers, and leather shoes. He smiles invitingly when the door swings open, only proper when you are a host receiving a guest.

"I'm afraid that beyond this point it's a no smoking environment," there isn't an ounce of reproach, it is very matter of fact, no judgment in him that could be noted. Hannibal's senses wouldn't be able to tolerate the smell of smoke and ash in his home there was no other reason than that, "but, Mr. Constantine, if you don't mind the momentary inconvenience I have a patio in back that should be more than suitable."

Hannibal hosted dinner parties, after all, people smoked and so he reserved his patio for those who did, complete with ashtrays.
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[personal profile] aperitivo 2018-03-12 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Discourtesy was not the most attractive of features to Hannibal, but there was a difference between habitual discourtesy and discourtesy that was conscious. Hannibal concluded that John was habitually discourteous, this wasn't a concentrated effort like displays of rudeness often afforded by the shameless Miss Lounds. She was only alive because Hannibal found her articles useful, regardless of how far she stretched the truth. This was only a minor prickling that could be dealt with later, nothing to act irrationally over and certainly not worth letting anything befall his curiosity.

John was his curiosity and potentially quite dangerous.

If asked Hannibal would certainly agree that he put a great deal of effort into his present living arrangements, but what people earned and what people deserved was entirely subjective to him. Hannibal wasn't born poor, he was born wealthy, that was part of the reason he got into Hopkins, that and his drawings, he had certain...advantages that others did not and they certainly weren't earned. Regardless he was very proud of his current arrangement and he enjoyed sharing it as he often did get lost in self-congratulations.

"A shame, Constantine is quite a palatable name, and yet so is John so I am left to defer to your wishes, but I must insist that you call me Hannibal," his accent is heavy given his Lithuanian heritage, but refined and he puts forth the effort to pronounce every syllable in both the name John and Constantine correctly, "and to answer your question, not at all, in fact the patio might offer a more thematic atmosphere. Please?"

It was an invitation and he led the way of course, not expecting John to know his way around, guiding him from the vestibule into the guts of the house, through his kitchen where a symphony of aromas permeated the air, "I promised you a drink, did I not? Beer or wine?"