William Graham

One can only see what one observes, and one observes only things which are already in the mind. Alphonse Bertillon

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Imagine coming home to this everyday.  

Swoon.

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[ But what if I want to make a Mischa. ]

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[ Alright - I still have three drafts saved that I’m hoping to try and keep - but outside of that, I should be caught up!  Unless I’ve missed something? ]

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Abigail lowered her head, feeling a slight weight lift off her shoulders. “I hope Alana knows it, too,” she mumbled. “I haven’t worked up the courage to visit her. I just…can’t.” Absently fiddling with her fingers, she released a breath. “Even if we didn’t become what he wanted us to be, Hannibal still won… We’ll never be whole again.”

“She does.”  Alana was the sort to believe the best of Abigail - maybe of people in general, which was something he...loved about her.  Brushing that thought from his mind, Will reached over, one hand touching Abigail’s.  “We will heal.  Maybe we won’t be who we were before, but we can become...something else.  I won’t say better, but----”

...we’ll be all right.

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“Ah. That’s assigning a humanistic trait to the spider,” She’s aware she’s about to begin musing– she always does, “That’s assuming the spider can think and define in luck and length. Which is so typical of us as a people, isn’t it? To speak other species, other things in our own likenesses.” She smiles, warm and soft, a little wounded, but holds up a hand, “You’ll forgive me. I’m not– much for physical contact. Always a little odd about it. Doctor Alana Bloom, but I’m always Alana.”

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“It’s easier to empathize with something we see as like ourselves, to imagine it in a way that we can pretend to understand.”  Will pauses, tilts his head to one side with a shrug.  “The more people empathize with spiders, the less you personally will need to save.  They are quite useful, after all.”  He sees the hand, nods, smiles the same.  “No problem.  I’m Will Graham - Will.  It’s good to meet you.”

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Abigail sat in silence, her eyes set on Will. Her hands sat in her lap in a gentle manner, even though she really wished to have them wrapped around someone’s neck, to have them punch a wall, or rip something apart.

But that wouldn’t help. It wouldn’t change anything.

Sometimes, you think life has made a choice for you, but in reality all your actions have just been building up to one final crescendo. We think we’re merely just actors in a pre-written story, but really we’re just small gods.

“I’m sorry too,” she said, her voice calm and leveled.

“I could have stopped it. I could have been smarter. I should have seen what he was doing. That he was killing because of me. I could have encouraged him to murder me instead. Maybe then… he would have stopped. One life is worth less than eight.”

She leaned forward, as if to prevent anyone else from hearing their conversation.

                                             “Have you ever almost died, Will?”

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He wouldn’t have stopped...and he wouldn’t have killed you.

Will wouldn’t say that - he couldn’t pretend to know Abigail’s father and any comment pretending that he did would not help, could only make matters worse.  But even though he didn’t know her father personally, he knew serial killers, knew murderers from his years working in homicide and forensics, from tracking them through Louisiana swamps, through the parades of Mardi Gras.

Serial killers didn’t stop until they were stopped, until something overpowered them.  Whatever drove them to begin - to finally let their darker dreams take flight - kept them going, and the constitution that couldn’t keep them from it rarely stepped in to make them pause.  If anything, they grew more frequent - unless following a pattern or a moon cycle, and even then nothing kept them from moving their time scale up.

His own father would have killed him, in the long run.  Garrett Jacob Hobbs - if he had not been caught - would likely never have touched his daughter, at least so far as Will could...feel him.

But he would have been caught, and this----

                                                                                         Could have been handled better.

“Yes.”  He pauses, debates bringing up his own father, decides against it.  He’d been far too young for the comparison and he...did not want to cause any further pain.  “I hunted killers before joining the Academy.  Most of them...did not want to be found.”

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“Hey,” she says softly, “hey… It’s only me.” A comforting hand rests on his chest, palm flat right in the center. She leans back into him easily, ready to return to the waves of sleep that are already calling out to her again. It strikes her though, vaguely, that this is the first movie he’s picked out in a while. And she’d barely caught a word of it.  “How about we watch this tomorrow? After a good night’s sleep?” She reaches up and brushes a finger across his nose. Her head settles back against his shoulder and she sighs softly. Tendrils of sleep began to wrap around her, and Will’s touch is quite welcome. She shifts; her head now rests on his chest, arms slink comfortably around him. “Of course,” she says, voice warm with sleep and contentment. “Any day.” Alana feels safe in his embrace; something a little alien to her. It hasn’t been like this with anyone in a good long while. She’s almost afraid to let it feel as good as it does. It could just as soon be ripped from her. But she ignores the voice that nags and warns, and instead holds tight to Will. Might as well enjoy it now, whether it was going to go bad or not. There was no way of knowing, certainly. But she had a good feeling.

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Hmmmmm....

This sort of comforting murmur something between a purr and a low deep hum rumbling in the back of his throat, and he nods sleepily.  Tomorrow, and his nose twitches like a cat’s when she touches it so gently.  A smile creeps across his face, a little bit of tired mischief.  “I’m gonna hold you to that one.  No sleeping during the movie tomorrow, no sirree.”

Will brushes Alana’s hair back, leaves that hand cupped to her cheek for a moment before brushing down her arm, resting it gently on the curve of her waist.  “If you hate it, you can pick something else after - just sit here all day, watching...movies.”

A sleepy smile - that sounded perfect after the past week - lying here with a bowl of popcorn, movies playing on the tv screen - just spending time together.  He curves a little closer, notices the way she holds tight, and runs one hand down her back, protective circles.  “Thank you.”

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           “ she died in her sleep last night. ”

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       “...are...is----”  He isn’t sure who to ask        about first.  He rubs his chin, shakes his        head once.  “Is Jack----?”

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“…Bella passed away last night.”

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                           “...what?”

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❛❛As much time as you’re willing to give me, Mister Graham.❜❜ Cardinal tresses, untamed as brush in a coppice wild, began to settle loosely atop plateaued shoulders. Freddie, using Will’s distraction as a vice, covertly stuck a small recorder on the wall hidden behind his sofa’s rigid spine. Her host, occupied by shock, would be none the wiser.

❛❛Didn’t know I’d committed such a serious crime. Should I turn myself in?❜❜

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“I doubt you’d wanna sit here for the entire series in one long go.  We would have needed to start earlier for that, take a nap----                    No, no naps, it distracts from the genius.”

But he pulled the first three out, half crouched on the floor, and turned back, held them up with one hand, eyebrows raised.  “This here’ll take about seven and a half hours - so, it might be best----”  He looks at the third one, shakes his head, and puts it back on the shelf, “----to wait on this one until later.”

“Five hours for two.  You good for that?”

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[ So I was wondering what to do for Nanowrimo - since that starts in less than a month - and for now, here’s what I’ve decided: instead of writing a full-length novel, what I want to do is write a novel in drabble chapters - or maybe just twenty or so drabbles in general, I’m not picky. I’m hoping to do a drabble every day or two (most of mine have not been longer than three thousand words) - so here’s what I’d like from you—- If anyone has a prompt they’d like me to tackle, any prompt at all, please inbox me one! It can even be NSFW or smut-related! (I will probably use a little bit of discretion when working on these, and I may not head in the direction you intend or expect. My apologies.) BUT! Feel free to send them in and starting in November I will start working on them! I’m debating how I want to go about releasing them - whether as I finish them or wait and edit through December and release them one a day later - and I welcome ideas on that! - but I do plan to have one main tumblr account for them and then, if they fit my muses, to reblog them to those accounts as needed! I will also be reblogging this periodically across my blogs until November with updates as needed! Thanks for any and all input! It is very much appreciated!! ]

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[ I think, right now, I need to take a break. I don’t know for how long or when I’ll be back. But right now I need to not be here. If you need me, I’ll most likely be on Joy or Mireille, and I’ll definitely be on skype even when I’m not on them. But something that is meant to be for fun should not feel like this. ]

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i did not know this was possible

It was so hard for Alana to dive into things anymore. She’d picked up a habit of testing the waters and it stuck. She needed to know she could act without anyone getting hurt. But this time she hadn’t, and she was thanking god it didn’t backfire.

The touch startled her, but it didn’t show in her body; just a leap in her heartbeat. Allowing herself to lean into it, Alana covered Will’s hand with her own. Her hands were much smaller than his, and her fingertips rested on his knuckles.

She trusted herself with him now. And she trusted that he was okay. It was safe now. They weren’t going to hurt each other. They couldn’t.

A small breath tinged with laughter escaped her lips instead of words. All she could do in the few seconds before he kissed her was smile.

The risk is gone now, but none of the thrill. Alana lets a hand rest against Will’s chest, the other moving from its place on his hand to curve behind his neck, keeping him close.

I love you.

He doesn’t say it just yet - far too preoccupied with what is occurring - but the meaning of the words thrums in him, a song locked just behind his heart.  No - not locked anymore, he knows this - she holds the keys in her hands, and see how one is on his chest just there?  He can almost hear the chains dropping.

The problem is that there is a monster lurking in his heart as well, and the chains are in place to protect him, them—- her.

But in this moment he does not care. Instead, one hand curls into her dark hair, the other wrapping around her waist, wanting to be as close as possibly allowed.

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❛❛Can’t say I have,❜❜

Freddie absent-mindedly chirped, far too intrigued by the messy palace within which Will Graham lay denizen to answer with anything more than a few, breathless words. The sofa looked like it could eat a person, leave a tip, and send its compliments to the chef. This abstract thought was unsettling, to say the least. Lips, smooth and creamy, like rose petals buried beneath a timbered brush, parted to pave the way for her next, airy murmur. ❛❛I don’t usually have time for things like that. I’m going to assume you’re a fan?❜❜

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Hasn’t seen Harry Potter.

This was the first and worst thing Freddie Lounds could possibly have identified herself as - annoy- ing tabloid journalism aside (he may not know yet, but even then nothing is worse in his mind right now than that she hadn’t seen Harry Potter) - and Will stops right where he is, perhaps a bit wide- eyed in appearance (although not so much as he is in life).

“Change of plans.”

Now he’s moving to a thick shelf full of miscellaneous movies and books, tracing along spines until he pauses, pulls out two more thin covers.  “How much time do you have?”

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