spider kisses

The nighttime was Hannibal's playground. It was when the clock stuck 12 the male would begin his day. The sun was hell for the albino beast, the rays beat down on his pathetic pink skin. Burning his flesh with only minutes of contact. Perhaps with the help of his oddball, Spider, there could be some resolution to this problem but for now the beats would avoid the sunlight like the recluse he was. Tiny scabs littered his back and scalp, remnants of the summer when he journeyed to these lands and braved the sun's blight. They itched just thinking of them, but he ignored it due to the dull familiarity of the sensation. With all of this being said, as this woman spoke of the nighttime the man rose a brow and shook his head to signify his denial. "Quite the contrary, love."

Seeing as she lowered herself into a seated position the male did the same. His rump hit the sand with ease and that fluffy tail curled against his lower form with ease. Hannibal eyed the babe with shameless curiosity, they seemed to share a similar color palette with pinks, whites, and grays. But, he was much more full of contrast and oddity as for her pelt flowed like a painting. He knew he was a freak of nature, the odd ways his markings just seemed to stop and his pigmentation issues. It is as if he had been stitched together in the womb. Albinism ran in his family but not in such an odd fashion as his.

"The nighttime is my sanctuary." A pink and blue gaze flicked upward towards the starry sky with a mild smile. Pearly whites flashed under pink lips. "The gentle illumination of the moon is what makes my heart flutter." He did not want to go into the details of his health issues just yet. The poetry of his dramatic tones would do for now. Hannibal's eyes flicked back down towards the woman with a questioning look. "Explain yourself. His voice was laced with a seducing venom. "What is it about the nighttime that irks you so?"

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