William Graham

[Independent rp blog dedicated to Will Graham from the television series Hannibal. His character is portrayed by the lovely Hugh Dancy. I will try to keep him in character, but I am not perfect. So, please excuse some of his out of character tendencies. In that same likeness, I will portray my character the way that I like to, or how I see fit. If that bothers you, you may unfollow me. I'm rp friendly. I will converse with original characters and any fandom. ] [Warning(s): Gore, violence. Hannigram(slash).]

[empatheticpsychoanalyst-blog]

OOC: I may be back. Though, I am not sure completely.

[empatheticpsychoanalyst-blog]

"Does this cloth smell like chloroform to you, human?"

Chloroform has an ether-like odor that is sometimes described as pungent and sweet. The only exception is when it is dispensed in lower levels and then it is virtually odorless. And If that is chloroform, I'm certainly not going to smell it.

[empatheticpsychoanalyst-blog]

"Are you a parking ticket? Because you got fiiiine written all over you." -wink wink-

"Are you trying to be funny?"

[likeagecko]

[empatheticpsychoanalyst-blog]

hannibal meme | [1/4] ‘designs’

↳ “I do not bind his arms or legs as I bury him in a shallow grave. He’s alive, but he will never be conscious again. He won’t know that he’s dying. I don’t need him to."

[empatheticpsychoanalyst-blog]

Open RP|

[sincerelytheonlynevada]

With his tousled curly hair and tired appearance, Daniel couldn’t help but find William cute. He didn’t normally find men attractive, but he felt no shame in openly admiring this one. His dark eyes watched as William mutely nodded his head, finding the quietness to his answer just as adorable as his sleepy demeanor. “My apologizes.” Is all that Daniel could say. The man stepped further into the room as he closed the door behind him. He moved toward a chair that was opposite to William and sat down in it, crossing one leg over the other. Elegance. Daniel was the proper image of grace with his professional mannerisms and expensive attire. When the sleepy man asked for the time he pursed his lips and glanced down at his watch. “A quarter past four.” He noted as he returned his attention to William. “Needing to be somewhere?”

[empatheticpsychoanalyst-blog]

He is naturally oblivious toward the lingering stares that are tossed in his direction, but his unawareness toward the matter is only caused by the simple fact that he is actively avoiding eye-contact. After tenderly rubbing at his strained eyes, he had scrubbed his hands down his stubbly face, his eyebrows lifting slightly upon his forehead as he spoke, "I'm sure that there is somewhere that I had —  intended to be." He said simply, a hint of bitterness within his tone. "— I just can't remember where." He had admitted shortly after with a humorless chuckle, the quiet laughter consisting only of a sharp exhale of breath through his mouth.  He silently considers the time to himself, contemplating the thought of leaving. After all, his session was over. With that in mind, he knows that he should probably leave. However, his body and mind immediately protest the idea, being that he was still too tired to actually move. In fact, his muscles had faintly ached from exhaustion, and the dull strain had been accompanied the throbbing pain in his skull. "What about you— " He had asked, pausing his thoughts as he absently searched in his pant pocket for a familiar bottle of aspirin. It rattle in his grasp, filling the silence between them. "— Is there any place that you're —  intended to be." It's a stupid question considering the fact that it had an obvious answer, but William didn't exactly care for casually conversing . Therefore, he put no effort into their mindless conversation. He had merely popped the cap off of his bottle of medication, and poured a few supplements into the palm of his hand. He then plopped them into his awaiting mouth and swallowed them dry.  

[empatheticpsychoanalyst-blog]

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[sincerelytheonlynevada]

Daniel was supposed to be meeting with his therapist for another session. The man was recommended to him by an old friend who believed that his sessions would help him deal better with his post traumatic stress disorder. So far, they had proved to be helpful, but Daniel didn’t really care for having people in his head. He also didn’t like to appear weak. Regardless, he returned every week as was instructed of him by his boss and most dearest friend.  Daniel stood before the door and knocked. He waited for an answer, but as he was greeted with none, he simply took it upon himself to open the door and enter. He didn’t expect to find a man sleeping on the couch. “Did I wake you?” Daniel asked playfully while greeting the unknown person with a teasing smile.

[empatheticpsychoanalyst-blog]

He must have fallen a sleep in the waiting room while awaiting for his therapy session with Hannibal to begin. He could actually recall coming early for the meeting due from being distraught and desperately needing to talk. However, the elder man had been busy with another patient when he had first arrived, and thus, William had taken it upon himself to sleep while he waited. It honestly surprised him that Lecter had actually allowed him to rest rather then wake him. Although, perhaps that was merely because the man had thought that he desperately needed it— that his sessions time was better served resting. He wouldn't have been wrong if that were the case. After all, he hadn't been sleeping well as of lately. When the unknown man had awaken him from his slumber, it had taken him a short moment to recollect himself and his bearings. He had blinked a few times, trying to focus his gaze upon the other. In response to his playful question, William had merely bobbed his head. It's a slow, mute nod. He then lifted his hands from beneath the small blanket that was carefully placed over him, the covering providing him with a subtle warmth. He lifted his hands to his face and began to rub at his closed eyes, kneading his eyelids to ease the strain and ache that he could feel prickling behind them. Afterward, he had attempted to check the time. He had peered down at his wrist as if expecting to find a watch. However, there wasn't one there. Instead, he had absently rubbed at the skin around his wrist, sparing the unknown man a wayward glance as he spoke with a quiet and tired voice, "What time is it?"

[empatheticpsychoanalyst-blog]

Open RP|

[angelxofxbeauty]

The woman slowly opened the door and first just put her head in, just to check if she was not troubling, the door had not been locked, but neither had anyone allowed her to come in.

“Hello!” the angel in disguise greeted, carrying a bright smile like there were no shadows at all in her mind or heart. “It wasn’t locked and…” she said, slowly stepping in, now showing a jar filled with cookies, most in the form of Star Wars characters. “If you want I can go again… I just am going around and sharing my cookies… trying to make everyone’s days a bit… sweeter..” she chuckled slightly before cocking her head.

[empatheticpsychoanalyst-blog]

He heard the sound of her gentle voice through his dulled senses, the  incomprehensibleness of her statement being caused by his own disorientation. After all, he was still only half awake, still on the verge of waking from his temporary nap. He had blinked slowly at first, almost as if he were trying to clear his vision from the blurriness of sleep. He then lifted his hands from beneath the blanket that was pulled carefully over his body, the covers having been suppling him with a comfortable warmth. His fingers had gingerly rubbed at the corners of his eyes, trying to pry the crust out them. "Cookies?" He had managed to ask while lowering his hands back to his lap. He then peered up at the unknown woman, taking in her gentle features, but never making direct eye contact. As her appearance came into focus, he shifted upon the couch and sat up. In process, he rolled his neck to ease the subtle ache of his strained muscles, the dull pain having been caused by the position that he had been sleeping in. Absently, he had glanced over at the front door, the gesture seemingly being a overcautious one—  as if he were checking to see if she had come here alone. Once satisfied that she had, he glanced back up at here, meeting her gaze for only a second before shifted his focus to her eyelids instead, "I've never been given cookies before— " He had admitted with a strained smile, the gesture seeming almost awkward. He then took a look at the watch around his wrist, absently noting the time. Afterward, he began rubbing at his face and eyes again. "Was the door unlocked?"

[empatheticpsychoanalyst-blog]

Open RP| (Open)

He stands underneath the night sky with his head tilted backwards, and his curious eyes stare up at its vast display as if considering the stars amongst its inky black. There is an eerie moment of silence within his long contemplation, but then a subtle crunching sound of grass indicates that he is not alone, the soft noise managing to break his reverie. He glances over to see what the source of sound had been, his eyes settling upon a familiar raven-feathered stag. The creature walks quietly through the meadow toward him, who holds his breath, taking in the surreal vision of this beast. The stag abruptly stops and merely stands still while watches him. However, there is then a sudden noise, a loud knocking, which startles the beast, causing it to bolt in fright. The noise in which the stag had heard is coming from a sharp knock that is place upon the door to the room, and the obnoxious sound wakes him from this strange dream, causing him to slowly open his eyes. Being brought back to reality, William slowly shifts his tired gaze to the door, watching while the unknown person enters.

[likeagecko]

hannibal meme | [2/2] dreams

[likeagecko]

hannibal meme | [1/2] dreams

[audrey-tabard-blog]

+ 3

Audrey opened the door of her flat and looked down the hallway suspiciously. She could’ve sworn she’d heard someone stomping about. “Hello?” she called, looking around.  

[empatheticpsychoanalyst-blog]

He’s not exactly sleeping, because he is awake. He’s somewhere between awareness and unconscious. However, through the haze of his hallucination and dream-like state, he can hear the sound of a female voice, but the voice sounds distorted and faint to his dulled ears — almost as if he were hearing it from beneath the surface of water.   When the call finally brakes through his stupor, he awakes with a frantic  start, seemingly startled by the abrupt pull to reality. He had looked disorientated and confused, and with mute surprise, he had glanced frantically around the unfamiliar hall. He realizes then that he must have blacked out and lost time again. He had no recollection of how he had gotten here — much less where here actually was. "H-Hello?" He had called back in response to the other, his hands moving to rub at his eyes as he had lent against a nearby wall.  (Ooc: I'm sorry for the late reply- and the crappy nature of my reply. I'm having trouble with my muse as of lately.)

[gabriel-oxley]

youwontlikemewhenimpsychoanalyze started following you

[gabriel-oxley]

Gabriel looked away from the man for a moment, noticing the student leaving the room. He directed his attention to the other when he began to speak. “I honestly have no idea. My boss just told me to collect some papers, that whoever I was looking for would know I was coming, but I haven’t been able to find much of anyone.” Gabriel shrugged, “Maybe they forgot I was coming. Or my boss is trying to make me look like an idiot, she likes to do that,” he smiled.

[empatheticpsychoanalyst-blog]

He surveys the lecture hall in an absent manner while watching the students begin to leave, but the eyes of the trainees’ are always out of his view. At most, he glimpses at eyebrows, eyelids, and the occasional eyelashes — but he never makes direct eye contact.  The room is filled with a quiet chatter, but the atmosphere is soon drowned in silence when the last of the trainees exit the lecture hall. He notices then that he’s alone with the young agent, causing him to shift his weight uncomfortably in place.   While standing at the podium, he puts on a pair of glasses. The top rim of the frames are strategically positioned to block the others eyes and prevent him from making direct eye contact. With the rims blocking his view, he can freely glance up at the other man with a small smile. The smile is not nearly as strained as it was before, but it also doesn't stick. "Well, I can assure you that I had — no idea that you were coming." He had admitted with a slight hint of sarcasm, a sharp exhale of breath leaving his nose—a quiet chuckle. His eyes then shifted back downward as he began collecting his papers off of the podium stand. "I can point you into the direction of Jack, the head of the behavior science unit." He had offered while shifting his eyes upward again to appear as if he were meeting the others gaze, "—Or I can take you there myself, I'm actually headed in that direction."

[empatheticpsychoanalyst-blog]

What do you fear most will???

"That one day—" He says, pausing to gather his thoughts and lower his head,"— I'll wake to find myself in a psychiatric hospital."  He had admitted honestly, but it wasn't exactly the full truth.What he feared  more then anything else was the possibility that he'd wake up one day after a lapse in time to find that he had killed someone 

[wayneskylar]

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"people seem to be ganging up on you Will." He teased, smirking. "how dose that make you feel?"

Slouched against the others couch, he had frowned faintly to himself. The sharp tug had caused a crease to appear between his eyebrows, hardening his features. He then shook his head, letting out a deep exhale of breath through his nose. "—Don't patronize me."  

[empatheticpsychoanalyst-blog]

Steve isnt all wrong, Will. You could socialize a little more. You might actually meet someone.

"I don't socialize well." He had admitted to the other with bitter amusement. The corners of his mouth had even curled upward, forming into a forced smile of sorts. It's bitter and humorless."I don't make very good company either." He then adds with a humorless chuckle, eyebrows lifting upon his forehead as he gaze shifted away. 

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"You need to get laid, Mr. Graham."

"Duly noted." He speaks dully, but his words still come out sounding  sarcastic.