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will graham ([personal profile] mydesigns) wrote2019-09-22 05:34 pm

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entrees: (Ƴαкιмσησ)

will would like to resume his therapy .__.

[personal profile] entrees 2019-09-22 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)


[ hannibal's hands fold atop his crossed legs, a closed mirror to will's posture, legs and arms braced open defiantly in the chair across from him. he studies the small changes in the man that he took in when he opened the door earlier - it's more than just a haircut that's been altered in will's style and bearing. he'd taken time to prepare for this. hannibal knew that applied to more than just the cosmetic.

this would be interesting. which was enough to make it entirely irresistible. will knew that, and was attempting to exert a measure of control in the situation that was enough to bring a feeling of something rather like pride to the doctor's chest.

they were closer to meeting as equals now, closer to coming face to true face. there would be veils in this new game as well, assuredly, but some had been removed, and lecter would be lying if he didn't admit the degree of delight that this turn of events brought him.

delight and encroaching danger tended to go hand in hand where will was concerned, and he was oblivious to neither in the moment, particularly not with the darkly guarded way that the other man regarded him now. ]


Tell me, Will. What would you care to discuss first?
Edited 2019-09-22 22:43 (UTC)
babyshrike: (sways4)

this is fine

[personal profile] babyshrike 2019-09-23 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
[So, you know those lovely thoughts that Will has about taking Abigail fishing? He's doing it for real this time.

He's already taught her how to trick the fish, lure it to its probable demise, and they've successfully caught a good number by now, which leads them to their next little adventure.

Cleaning.

She holds the knife strangely, like it might jump out of her hand at any moment, looking down at the fish with placid eyes.]


Where do I start?
Edited 2019-09-23 01:20 (UTC)
compsci: (0492)

thanks fanfic generator

[personal profile] compsci 2019-10-26 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's... late. not four am, drive down to the nearest in-n-out for animal style fries and a double cheeseburger late. it's late morning, as evidenced by the impolite rapping of knuckles against the hollow-core hotel room door, and the broken english of the housekeeper just outside.

mister graham, sounding more like mee-ster gah-rum, followed by the click of a master key in a lock... and then the thunk of a door opening only to be held at bay by the deadbolt ball sliding in place, and the huff of a displeased housekeeper. i come back later, accompanied by the shuffling of feet moving away, down the hallway and off the floor.

daisy stretches in the silence that follows, bedsheet tangled around her bare legs, and yawns as her eyes open, adjusting to the warm sunlight streaming in from open windows.

good morning. or is it afternoon? ]