(lmao yeah I'm sure I'll end up doing that at some point! It's so cute, like a term of endearment.)
Hell yeah! ;D AWW <3 I'm scared it'll just keep growing but yes, 6 for now lol. I had another idea for a scene and I couldn't NOT give it a try. I'd guess I'm about halfway through now. You want another snippet? Have another snippet! This is from the 2nd scene, when Hannibal loses his eye:
Scipio falls into the habit of passing time with sketches of Hannibal’s sleeping face. It creates an illusion of distance that he cannot help falling victim to—it is much simpler a thing to examine a form to be translated into pen and ink than to see truly a cloth bandaged over the empty space where Hannibal’s eye should be.
The physician had not been able to say what impact infection might have on the ability to draw or paint or sculpt, or whether Hannibal would wake up himself at all. Scipio has seen men come back from illness much changed; he has heard of men who may well have never come back at all for how little memory they have of their friends, their families, themselves.
For this reason, Scipio dreads Hannibal’s awakening with almost the fervour he anticipates it. As the days pass, he draws as much from his own reminiscences of Hannibal as he does the man before him. His sketchbook, already a steady flow, brims over with Hannibal’s smile, his figure, his teasing, lively eyes, his soft curls and his ever-present scruff.
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Date: 6 May 2015 01:43 am (UTC)(lmao yeah I'm sure I'll end up doing that at some point! It's so cute, like a term of endearment.)
Hell yeah! ;DAWW <3 I'm scared it'll just keep growing but yes, 6 for now lol. I had another idea for a scene and I couldn't NOT give it a try. I'd guess I'm about halfway through now. You want another snippet? Have another snippet! This is from the 2nd scene, when Hannibal loses his eye:Scipio falls into the habit of passing time with sketches of Hannibal’s sleeping face. It creates an illusion of distance that he cannot help falling victim to—it is much simpler a thing to examine a form to be translated into pen and ink than to see truly a cloth bandaged over the empty space where Hannibal’s eye should be.
The physician had not been able to say what impact infection might have on the ability to draw or paint or sculpt, or whether Hannibal would wake up himself at all. Scipio has seen men come back from illness much changed; he has heard of men who may well have never come back at all for how little memory they have of their friends, their families, themselves.
For this reason, Scipio dreads Hannibal’s awakening with almost the fervour he anticipates it. As the days pass, he draws as much from his own reminiscences of Hannibal as he does the man before him. His sketchbook, already a steady flow, brims over with Hannibal’s smile, his figure, his teasing, lively eyes, his soft curls and his ever-present scruff.
:D