yOU GOTTA DO THE ROUGH TOUCH™ THING FOR WILL TOO ya gotta
ROUGH TOUCH MEME | CLOSED
8: My muse grips @antlerbrain hips.
there was BLOOD on will graham’s face. some of it was his, some of it was hannibal’s. he could no longer tell the DIFFERENCE. the crimson drops slipping from the doctor’s lips to land on the other man’s cheek blended so well with his friend’s ( his BEST friend’s ) own. it carried the same SHADE , the same WEIGHT , the same PAIN as if it was his own. hannibal hovered over will graham’s mangled body & forgot for a short moment WHO WAS WHO. the lines dividing them both had BLURRED beyond the psychiatrist’s predictions. under all that blood will graham looked an awful like lecter’s REFLECTION … & vice versa.how had it come to this ? to the point in which hannibal thirsted to DESTROY the only piece of himself that grew independently & detached from his body ? will graham was FAMILY. they had had a DAUGHTER together. but her upbringing had been DOOMED from the start due to her UNCONVENTIONAL rebirth. nowadays hannibal both thirsted to PLEASE will & TORTURE him. to aid him in his GROWTH & in his SELF-DESTRUCTION. this was L O V E … in its’ own special way. UNSTABLE enough to encourage hannibal to CRUSH his favorite patient’s bone structure but wrapped in such raw TENDERNESS that it kept hannibal from KILLING him.two large hands still stained with the other’s blood now clasped the skull of the man laying beneath him. it wasn’t a harsh gesture, ON THE CONTRARY , it was quite careful. DELICATE even; as if holding the most precious of NEWBORNS between his palms. they had been doing nothing but breathing erratically for the last few minutes , exhausted from the FEROCIOUS fight which had just erupted within his kitchen. LECTER HAD HIM. he could SHATTER that boy’s cranium between his jaws & no one would know it. one bite & it would be all over, his disguise covered, will’s misery FINISHED at last … but what would be the FUN in that? WHO else could fully appreciate hannibal & his doings if not will graham ? ❛ rest. ❜ will grunted & moved, one last attempt at getting up that was quickly DENIED by the doctor’s unforgiving grip on the other’s hips. he slammed them back down, putting all of his weight onto the gesture. he watched will wince in PAIN. he looked HOLY in that moment ; a MARTYR with the bloodied shades of a CARAVAGGIO. ❛ some heroic acts are better left in dreams ____ rest now, will. and this too shall pass. ❜
