food for thought

i regret to inform you that this blog is now on a semi-permanent hiatus until september or october. if you'd like to ask a question, or get in touch with me, feel free to send me a message. i'm sorry for any inconvieneces this may cause.

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i regret to inform you that i'm leaving for a trip tomorrow  and won't be back until next thursday. as such, i'll be on temporary hiatus until then. 

see you all soon!

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Jack Was Right About You..

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just a quick note: i did it! i've graduated, and i've got all my replies done. i feel a deep satisfaction. 

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Hannibal + smelling

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Will closed his eyes, already reassured by the doctor’s smile. “Thank you," he whispered. Most people who needed help weren’t beyond him. The last thing Will was about to do was give up, though sometimes he did feel as though he was beyond the doctor’s help. Perhaps he wasn’t looking hard enough. He opened the front passenger side and climbed in tensely before closing the door, glancing over at Hannibal with something akin to reverence. 

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Hannibal buckled himself in and pulled out of the parking spot smoothly before he looked back over at Will quickly. "Where would you like me to take you?" He asked softly. He turned the heat on in the car; the day was beginning to cool as night began to fall. "I said I'd take you home, and I can, certainly, but if there is somewhere else you'd prefer me to take you, I'd be happy to oblige." He gave another quick glance over at Will.

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to the best of my knowledge, i am actually *drumrolls* caught up on my replies!! if i owe you and i've forgotten, please feel free to message me or like this post, or something. 

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‘…Oddly enough, I can’t remember what the reason was exactly.’ Will found himself mutter in response as he took to a stand—the predicament having him frown, nonplussed. Though as he rose, vertigo snagged him unsuspectingly and he lost his footing against the dampness of the earth with a stagger forwards. He thought that he would surely fall albeit ungracefully if it wasn’t for the buffer of the solid form of the psychiatrist standing before him. Blinking back the fogginess in his mind and the minor scare at his loss of balance, Will stood still momentarily before he lifted his hand gingerly from where it had pressed against the other’s chest with a step backwards. ‘I’ll um, take you up on that offer for the tea.’ He responded rather than voicing an apology, embarrassed by his mistake as he turned around to lead the other towards the front door. — As the door was opened for him, Will was ushered inside and was met with the warmth of the house against his ice-bitten cheeks to send the chill scampering away with the close of the door behind him. It was a pleasant atmosphere to settle in comparison of spending the day struck frozen in the harshness of the weather outside. From the kitchen, he detected the faint aroma of a winter stew that had lingered from what he presumed was yesterday’s dinner.

Though as his stomach made noise in an appreciative response, no such reaction crossed his placid expression as he surveyed his surroundings. Again, doubt clouded the reason for him visiting Hannibal’s premises as he stood idly in the foyer.

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Hannibal steadied the other. his arm moving to grab hold of Will's shoulder. He held onto his shoulder firmly until he was certain that Will would be able to stand on his own, at which point he let him go, though his hands hovered, ready to catch him again. "No matter," Hannibal replied softly. "perhaps it will come to you after you've warmed up." 

He watched Will cautiously as he unlocked the front door, looking for obvious signs of illness. To Hannibal's eyes, he looked chilled to the bone and rather shaken up, but otherwise close to normal. He pulled the door open, welcoming Will into his home. He was glad he'd kept the heat on during the time he was out; the house could become terribly frigid if left unheated. Hannibal closed the door, deciding not to lock it as he usually would have. The very last thing he needed was for Will to feel trapped; he imagined the result would be like caging a feral dog. 

Hearing Will's stomach, Hannibal smiled. "I'll get started on the tea." He said, hanging his coat and his umbrella, and sliding his shoes off. "I could heat some stew for dinner, if you'd like some. And you're more than welcome to join me in the kitchen. Or would you prefer I find you something dry to wear?" 

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Clarice raised her crimson brow at his words. I’ll teach you to cook sometime. He certainly wasn’t implying that he was to visit her again, was he? She knew that this small encounter alone was dangerous and not only because she had a serial killer in her kitchen, but because of her job at the bureau. If anyone suspected her of allowing him into her home she’d be done for. Not only her career but her life as well. She could easily be deemed to be helping Dr. Lecter. She wouldn’t have it, and most of all she couldn’t. For her life, may or may not be experiencing rough patches but overall she was in a stance in which she desired to stay in.

Agent Starling chose to ignore his words with a roll of her eyes. Her kitchen was suitable and more importantly it was suited to her abilities in the culinary form. Which was the basics, the Clarice Starling basics. However she had yet to realize how skilled Hannibal was in the kitchen. Her eyes watched in utter fascination as he took out the scallops from the container and placed them on the sizzling pan. Back home the much younger Clarice had never experienced such finery when it came to meals. Even the mere sight of preparation was enough to spark her attention.

Her eyes ensued after him as he showed himself around her kitchen. Astonished to say that he almost looked like he belonged in such an environment. There was just something about the vibe that surrounded him. It was soothing and neutral; almost as if it was an alternate personality choice. The person standing in her kitchen wasn’t here to do you any harm, she reminded herself.

“You haven’t done anythin’ now, but I sure as hell know your history.” Starling rung out between his sentences. “And you and I both know what you’re capable of, Dr. Lecter.” There it was again. The sheer relaxing tone that laced through his voice. Comfort rang throughout his words and Clarice couldn’t help but be entranced. From a stranger’s point of view they would view him as a kind man with the face of a saint. But from Clarice’s point of view and experience, she couldn’t help but feel she was somehow being fooled into something. Fooled to believe that this naive version of the doctor was real. “Alternate intentions?” She would have been lying if she didn’t think that he came with ‘alternate intentions’ in the first place. Yet she allowed him into her home. That meant she had to have trusted him, somewhat. 

His second phrase soothed her from her agitated state. She then couldn’t stop a faint smile from curling at the edges of her lips. Silently she slid off of her stool and walked over to the cupboard, her arms raising as she grasped the bronze handles and unfolded the small doors. “Why?” It was a question that had reflected in her mind a numerous amount of times. “Why me?” Fingertips lightly grazed two glasses and placed them softly on the counter before walking toward the island. She walked lightly on her heels as she maneuvered around him and toward the fridge. She touched the counter once again while placing the two tall drinking glasses down and innocently shooting the man next to her a glance.

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Hannibal noticed the flashes of nervous worry that went through her face, but paid them no mind. He'd won her over, and for now, that was enough. It was enough simply to know that she wouldn't be shooting at him or calling the police, enough that they could enjoy a meal together without worrying about any rude behaviour cutting between them. After all that was sorted, there was really very little else that he had to worry about. Certainly, Clarice could be dangerous to him, just as he could to her, but he felt that so long as they treated each other with equal parts caution and respect, they'd get through their time together as equals; friends, even. 

"History, Clarice, is something that we should not forget," he said, taking cutlery and napkins to the table. "after all, we as humans seek to better ourselves, to learn from our mistakes." He returned to the counter, deftly  picking up their plates and setting them at their places on the table. "I look at my mistakes and see a softness behind them. I allowed myself to become loose in my actions. And my mistakes hurt not only myself, but others as well. People who I'd have liked very much to remain unharmed." He shrugged, as though it were all of the past. 

And really, to him, it was. It was simple to think that his incarceration and his laceration of Will Graham were nothing but memories and scar tissue now. There really was nothing else to them. A little hint of regret, perhaps, for Hannibal felt he had been on the verge of something with Will, but no matter, no matter. He was free, his situations fixed, and he was in good company. 

He smiled when she asked why he had chosen her. "You really don't selfishly believe that I picked you alone out of a large swath of people, do you? You and I met, and we formed something of an alliance." Looking back at his days in the Baltimore State Hospital, there were only a few he cared to linger on. Meeting Clarice was one of them, as were her subsequent visits. Stealing the pen from Dr Chilton was next on the list. It was a glorious moment, as the conquest of one's enemies always is. How thrilling, to stand over such a disgusting little man and know that he and he alone have helped the other man unravel. Even now, thoughts of Chilton were enough to bring a slight curl to his lip. 

"But I do regret to inform you that it was chance that brought us together." He went on after a moments pause. "Not I. Perhaps we should sent the good Dr Chilton a fruit-basket." He gave her a knowing grin, and smiled even wider when she brought out the glasses. 

"Do you have anything palatable on hand, Clarice?" he asked, in reference to the wine.

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As soon as Hannibal pulled his hand away from his shoulder, Will felt like he could just fade away. Like the weight implied by Hannibal Lecter was the only thing that kept Will from disappearing. He was his connection to humanity…The only person who didn’t reject or judge him. He wondered if the good doctor had any idea just how much influence he had in the agent’s life or in his daily decisions. Hannibal was, at the time, Will’s closest friend. And he was more than willing to endure the discomfort that their level of physical proximity caused on him. Hell, he was willing to have eye contact for more than five seconds in order to keep Hannibal from pushing him away too.

No. Hannibal Lecter wouldn’t do that. Not him.

As he spoke Will’s eyes shifted across the room as if trying to escape the facts being thrown at him. Sure, he hallucinated, sure he lost time…But at least things couldn’t get any worse. At least now he knew what it felt like to hit bottom. Or perhaps Will would hit bottom when he lost Hannibal’s friendship too. When he was left alone to cope with his madness. Hannibal spoke once more. And the softness of his voice soothed Will almost as much as the way the topic was brought up alarmed him.

Their relationship. Take up more roles in it. Do whatever he could. Will released a small sheepish laugh that could be easily mistaken for a mere scoff. He felt nervous. As if them being friends had been an unspoken secret up until now. Will didn’t recall in any session ever discussing them. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be ready for that. “Should I start looking for wedding rings, Dr. Lecter?" Will pursed his lips and looked down, regretting the moment he asked that. Rude. Fear made him rude. And Will was afraid of losing his anchor. Terrified even. Like Alana Bloom had said, he was unstable. And the cure for that apparently was to be left alone.

But Will didn’t want to be left alone.

"…I’m not good at this." Will started. “I’m hazardous, Doctor, and I’m not doubting your professional competency, I just…I can’t see why anyone would choose to associate themselves with me." He pondered about placing his own hand on Hannibal’s shoulder. The action seemed something distant and alien. He kept still, enjoying the intimacy their closeness suggested. “You can’t possibly imagine how I value your help. But I fear I might scar you some day." If only Will knew.

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Hannibal saw how Will's expression changed when he moved his hand. It was fascinating to watch, to see how the man who loathed physical contact seemed to crave it from him. Hannibal wondered which of his other internal rules Will would bend or break for him. How far these instances where he was the exception would go. Hannibal knew his role, of course he did; he'd been presenting it to Will every chance he got. He was Will's confidant, Will's friend, and slowly, he was becoming Will's one connection. It was too brilliant a manipulation, too brilliant a relationship, for Hannibal to dream of leaving it without a great shift. 

There was a moment's hesitation after Will had finished, where Hannibal's expression was contorted, confused, before he started laughing. It was one of those unexpected laughs, that builds up in one's chest. He exhaled slowly, and smiled at Will.

"No, I don't think you should commit to something such as wedding rings just yet," Hannibal replied, still smiling. Will could be brash, curt, interuptive and downright rude. Hannibal had very little tolerance for rudeness, but he had to show Will that he understood that Will never meant it. He did understand; Will was not a rude person. He was a frightened person, who reacted defensively. And there is no harm in that. 

Hannibal's expression became more serious. "You may be hazardous to some, but I can promise you that I am perfectly capable of keeping myself safe." Hannibal replied. "I think you are interesting, Will. You and I are very different, and very alone. There are few who can talk about the things we talk about, few who wouldn't shy away. But in our differences, we are able to find a common ground." Hannibal smiled, and reached out to squeeze Will's arm above the elbow. He knew exactly how much Will valued his help. It was what he had always hoped would happen. He smiled lightly at Will. "If I can promise you anything, it is that you will not scar me." I wouldn't give you the chance to. "I'm far more resilient than you might think."

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Shaking lightly, Will wondered if he had actually driven there. God, he was a mess… At the request, he nodded, grateful that Hannibal was so willing to sacrifice his time for him. “Y-Yes, please," he said. “Th-though… You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to, you know that, right?" He didn’t want to seem as though he was intruding on the doctor’s free time.

Hannibal smiled lightly, reassuringly. "It's no trouble," he said, leading the way to his car. "After all, I can't very well just leave you here, alone." He unlocked the car and slipped his bag onto the floor of the backseat before moving around to get in the driver's side. "I would feel a tremendous amount of guilt. I was a medical doctor for some time. We're taught that if we see someone in need of help, it is our obligation to do what we can for them." 

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She pauses, furrowing a brow and tilting her head slightly. “Connections?" She doesn’t know what to make of his look, or of his last sentence; she knows what he’s capable of, {she has no clue},  but how far does that extend? 

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Hannibal nodded, knowing to tread carefully around Abigail. Unlike Will, Abigail had no basic need for him. She didn't rely on him for something so important as her sanity. So he placed his words carefully, and allowed them to move from his mouth only after he was sure they were not incriminating, or at least, rather veiled. Sometimes he got cocky. Sometimes he felt witty. Both of these things could be dangerous to him. "He is putting pieces together, as he does whenever he is made to inspect the actions of a killer," Hannibal said, carefully painting Abigail into his words in such a way that she could not misinterpret his meaning; Hannibal knew her secrets. "I should be able to lead him off the track... if you are worried, Abigail."

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to the anon that sent this to willgraham-thelostlittlelamb, i have a few things to say

firstly, they didn't copy my answers. if you'll notice the timestamping that tumblr so graciously provides, they posted theirs 47 minutes ago, and i posted mine 15 minutes ago. debunked. right there.

but this goes beyond the question of the actual right-ness of what you've said. this asks something about taste, about manners. 

you have no right, and i mean no right, to be that rude to someone while hiding behind an anonymous face. you have no right to say that to anyone, actually, but the fact that you did it on anon makes me even more disgusted. i assume you follow me, and i just want you to know that this is a horrible thing that you've done. 

to willgraham-thelostlittlelamb, i'm deeply sorry. honestly. there's no excuse for this kind of behaviour, and tumblr is rife with it. i hope we can still be on good terms, despite this unpleasantness. i ask that you forgive me, in place of them.

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Hannigraham

who cooks normally?

Hannibal. He tries to let Will do whatever he can, but cooking is an art and Will’s own designs are not transferable, it would seem. 

how often do they fight?

Not very often. Hannibal tries to defuse situations as they occur, but if he can’t, it usually ends up with Will yelling at Hannibal and Hannibal trying to talk some logic into Will, always calmly. Neither come away from fights feeling like they’ve won.

what do they do when they’re away from each other?

Hannibal reads, and spends more time out, killing. He cleans his basement and covers his tracks, and allows himself to slip into his mind-palace. Will spends time with his dogs and goes fishing.

nicknames for each other?

Hannibal loathes giving nicknames, and nicknames in general. Will once tried to nickname Hannibal, but it came out as something too close to “Anniba”, which left Will out in the rain without supper.

who is more likely to pay for dinner?

Will is more likely to insist, but Hannibal is more likely to actually have enough money on hand.

who steals the covers at night?

Will, though Hannibal doesn’t mind. He wears more to sleep in, after all.

what would they get each other for gifts?

Hannibal would get Will a better aftershave. Will would go searching and finally buy Hannibal a bottle of wine that he wouldn’t have even thought to drink, had Will not bought it for him.

who remembers things?

Hannibal.

who cusses more?

Will. 

what would they do if the other one was hurt?

Hannibal would do what he could for the injuries while he had the Ambulance on the line, and Will would call 911 and mostly likely freak out.

who kissed who first?

Hannibal kissed Will.

who made the first move?

Will, though rather awkwardly.

who started the relationship?

Will.

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Domesticity Meme

If you can think of a ship, i will answer these questions for them

who cooks normally?:

how often do they fight?:

what do they do when they’re away from each other?:

nicknames for each other?:

who is more likely to pay for dinner?:

who steals the covers at night?:

what would they get each other for gifts?:

who remembers things?:

who cusses more?:

what would they do if the other one was hurt?:

who kissed who first?:

who made the first move?:

who started the relationship?:

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