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“A morning coat?” Will asked, laughing incredulously. “What the fuck is a morning coat?”
“The fashion of morning dress was favored by nobility in the early 20th century as a mode of dress that was less formal, but still maintained a certain modicum of dignity. The morning coat was originally meant to be worn while on one’s morning ride, but eventually came to be the norm for daytime social functions. Particularly weddings. Knize has been making them for many years, coming to fame as the tailors of the Hapsburg family in the 1800s.”
Will’s brow furrowed as he tried to imagine how one came to fame for something like a coat, but he didn’t ask further. “You and your clothes.” he said instead with a shake of his head.
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Will Graham is a professional mourner. He attends strangers' funerals and grieves their loss, for a fee.
Hannibal is a serial killer. He visits the funerals of people he's killed.
They notice each other immediately. Like recognizes like, and neither of them truly belong at the funerals they attend. Hannibal is fascinated by Will's terrible empathy, and Will knows immediately that Hannibal is a serial killer. None of that stops them from wanting to get closer.
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“Love and hate are not so dissimilar,” Hannibal begins. “They are both passionate, intimate ways to regard another human being. They are often mistaken for opposites, when indifference is the opposite of both love and hate.”
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But what if Hannibal has been an angler fish this whole time, attached to his own spectacularly glowing lure? What if you end up in his mouth, tripping after his brilliance, past caring that you are the one being swallowed after all?
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It was an opening: a line cast, a bait that Will could take or not, as he pleased. Hannibal had others, if this one failed.