[For Will - Modern AU] What Secrets do Masks Hide?

[tyrelltempest]

It was strange, to find herself here. Margaery Tyrell came from a noble house, the Tyrell family in England. Her father was a wealthy tycoon in his own right, but in truth the main fortune of the family was earned from generations before.

They were well-known from the reality show Tailing the Tyrells. Recently Margaery had fled England after a scandal broke out about her brother Loras and the nobleman Renly Baratheon. The man Margaery had been arranged to marry. Of course Margaery had abandoned that possibility, and came to the States for a new, fresh start. As part of her adjustment, she had started seeing Dr. Hannibal Lecter, and he had helped a great deal.

But there was something lingering and dark about him that made her nervous...

Hannibal had invited Margaery to the masquerade costume party he was hosting. Margaery had been apprehensive, but after some convincing, she relented. So there she stood, in Hannibal's dining room as hors d'oeuvres were served. Margaery wore a mask of black velvet and green lace accents to compliment her green dress with black lace sleeves. Her hair fell in loose waves down her back, secured in sections with bright green ribbons that kept her mane tamed and lovely. Across her cream-colored neck were dark jewels in silver setting.

She didn't know anyone here, even after Dr. Lecter had pressed her to talk to some of the other guests. Margaery didn't want anyone recognizing her from the show and asking her questions about her family, her brother especially.

So Margaery busied herself with sipping white wine from a glass and looking over the artwork that decorated Dr. Lecter's walls.

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[feelslikeimspilling]

Why Will had agreed to come tonight was anyone's guess, really. His concerns and commitment to convince seemed to fell on deaf ears, much to Will's dismay. But Will was an exceedingly good fisherman and this fish had yet to slip through his hands. Perhaps a change of lure was due? More excitement for a bigger, fatter fish? Yes, that would do and that was why he came tonight. To test the waters and bide his time.

Social settings set Will's nerves on end, the pleasantries, whispered compliments and comments all seemed so deafening when one was trying not to listen at all. The gaze of eyes, masked by masks made more obvious by the burning sensation as they turned to Will's direction. He hated it so.

Propping up the wall, trying not to judge those who partake in Hannibal's feast. Swallowing as his suspicions rose to the surface like bile in the back of his throat. It was then that he saw him, looking dapper and as grand as ever as he strode confidently towards him.

"Hello, Will." Hannibal spoke, that slight and calming smile offered on thin lips. Will rolled his head on his shoulder, glancing up to look at him. His voice slightly disinterested and cold. "Doctor Lecter." He offered in return. "Come Will, please, there is no need for such formalities. You are among friends now are you not?" Will grit his teeth behind a forced smile, almost grimacing sarcastically. I'm not your friend. He would utter in his mind, afraid to cause a scene so for the time being he'd have to play along, even though it pained him to do so. "Hannibal." Nodding, trying to make it sound less fussy, more like an old handshake between two dear friends.

"That's better!" Hannibal exclaimed, patting a hand on Will's back and moving him further into the party as he did so. " You look a handsome and personable man in this attire, don't you think? " Will let out an awkward single laugh. "I look stuffy and fake, like a taxidermist's wet dream." Hannibal laughed at that, then raised a finger and nodded his head. A small group of people had gathered near them, interested in talking to Hannibal. "Excuse me, Will. We shall catch up later." Turning and leaving with the few, Will was now alone and in a rather central part of the room. Leaning against the table, pushing aside a plate of fancy food he'd rather not have seen. It was then that he spotted her.

Ribbons in hair and skin so pale. She was like one of the paintings currently being studied. Will pushed himself back up and made his way over to her side. "It was originally supposed to a scene of sorrow, but they misinterpreted it for love, hence the name. " Pointing to the small carving under the oil painting. Will wasn't an artist, far from it, but he'd been in this room enough times and heard Hannibal babble on about the art as if it were alive and in the room with them itself enough times to give a rehearsed opinion of the work.