Un-fucking-believable. Rust's eyes scan over Doctor Lecter's face as if searching for a punchline. Did he just say they're Marked, together, like Soul Mates?
He shakes his head, staring at the man on the other side of the glass, nearly slack-jawed. This cannot be possible... Rust has to bite back a laugh that panics in his lungs and yearns to escape.
"No fucking way," Rust growls, feeling audacious enough to follow suit and step closer to the glass, nearly flush against it. Honestly, the last thing he is is afraid of Doctor Lecter -- and it shows in how his expression spreads back, mere degrees away from allowing a smile. "You don't know me, man...but I know about you...enough to finally know now what a fucking sham this whole thing is."
Rust's eyes don't waver from Hannibal's for a moment, merely ping back and forth across his whole gaze. "Show me, goddamn it." If Hannibal plays games, then he needs to know that they have the same mark, beyond a shadow of a doubt.
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He shakes his head, staring at the man on the other side of the glass, nearly slack-jawed. This cannot be possible... Rust has to bite back a laugh that panics in his lungs and yearns to escape.
"No fucking way," Rust growls, feeling audacious enough to follow suit and step closer to the glass, nearly flush against it. Honestly, the last thing he is is afraid of Doctor Lecter -- and it shows in how his expression spreads back, mere degrees away from allowing a smile. "You don't know me, man...but I know about you...enough to finally know now what a fucking sham this whole thing is."
Rust's eyes don't waver from Hannibal's for a moment, merely ping back and forth across his whole gaze. "Show me, goddamn it." If Hannibal plays games, then he needs to know that they have the same mark, beyond a shadow of a doubt.