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@hxnnibxl-lecter
hi guys, just here to tell you i’m trying to get replies done! thanks for everyone who sent in a starter, replied to me, and tagged me in a starter thread! i will be getting to writing tonight! :)
-Ace
god, i’ve been so unproductive but drafts are getting done! i’ve got two responses queued up, four more to go!
thanks for being so patient with me haha
Do you ache for him?
For me, these two scenes effectively sum up just how alone Hannibal and Will are without each other. We see Will desperately attempting to focus all his attention on fixing a boat motor, a problem we heard Hannibal refer to as ‘easy’ to solve in season one. The simplicity of this creates a stark contrast in relation to Will’s current state of mind regarding his feelings for Hannibal, confirmed through the series of flashbacks we see. Will is not entirely haunted by the fact that Hannibal gutted him; he is haunted by the fact that Hannibal left him. We see flashbacks of Hannibal holding Will, followed by Will falling to the ground and Hannibal bending over him. These are not the typical flashbacks generally associated with people suffering from post-traumatic stress; these flashbacks are rooted in Will’s heartbreak over the fact that Hannibal left him.
In relation to Hannibal, we see him sat in a chair, pensive as he stares ahead. This in itself is unusual as we usually see Hannibal busying himself with something or other. Again this serves to elucidate just how barren his existence is without Will. This also confirms how much Will has changed him, given that the Hannibal we met in season one was entirely self-reliant and self-serving. I believe there was a void in Hannibal’s life, an ache he couldn’t quite identify or pin point. Will filled that void. Independence and the isolation associated with it was something Hannibal was used to and previously drew comfort from. Now there is no comfort in his isolation. He and Will quickly realise and accept just how empty, how devoid of purpose their lives are without each other, testament of the vicious mutual co-dependency they each fostered.
hi guys, just here to tell you i’m trying to get replies done! thanks for everyone who sent in a starter, replied to me, and tagged me in a starter thread! i will be getting to writing tonight! :)
-Ace
@chrysalisborn // “does you like it when i touch you there?” // spicy starters (thread repost)
With his eyes closed, Hannibal simply nodded in response to Will’s voice. There’s a deep aching longing to touch more of Will, to reach out for more physical contact, but he didn’t dare move from his position, and instead let things progress slowly. “You know, Will. This isn’t quite what I had in mind when you suggested a massage,” Hannibal said huskily. His breathing was shallow, and Hannibal tried to regulate his breathing- and failed.
@chrysalisborn // “I’m gonna ride you.” // spicy starters (repost into a thread)
Like a twist of magic, the record playing Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake had stopped just as quickly as Will nonchalantly saying those four words. Hannibal looked up from his plate, and tilted his head as he stared at WIll. “Oh?” he responded as he took his wine glass. He swirled his wine a couple times while holding a steady gaze into Will’s eyes.
It was not strange to hear Will say those words to him, but the timing was quite strange. He wondered if he had done anything that might’ve put Will in the mood, but no actions or words came to mind. “What brought this sudden announcement in the middle of supper?” he asked before taking a sip, savoring the floral notes of the wine.
@themonsterinmyveins // injury/hurt prompts
It was a rather quiet and peaceful night. Abigail had been sent off to bed after a wondrous meal that Hannibal cooked after a busy day. After putting on a record that played his favourite classical pieces, Hannibal Lecter began to clean his kitchen, and made sure everything was spotless by the time he finished. He was humming the string melody from Rossini’s The Thieving Magpie Overture when he heard a very forceful knock on the door. Hannibal was very cautious about who turns up at his doorstep at this time of the night. He took the needle off the record, and there was a deafening silence until another set of knocks came echoing through the house. Hannibal prepared himself in case of an attack and when he opened the door, his defenses dropped straight away. Will Graham. “Will,” he breathed out in surprise. The man stood before him terribly injured, and before either of them could say another word, Hannibal gently helped Will to his living room.
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@hxnnibxl-lecter || starter call
“I know it’s not your favorite activity, but you can at least try to look a little less upset.” Ice fishing had become a new past-time, after much convincing and a doctor’s approval that they were both fit to be out in such weather, but it was clear enough that one of them was enjoying it far less than the other. Pouty was not a word Will Graham would’ve ever used for the distinguished doctor, but there was no better way to describe it from where he sat, one hand holding on to the fishing line that vanished at the other end beneath the icy water. There was a gourmet picnic lunch that had come along for the ride with them, and the dogs had made it their mission to chase just about every wildlife creature they could find in the forest surrounding the frozen lake, plenty content just to be on their own and free. Freedom was the right word… for all of them. The moment before the fall had been one of elation, of realization, and even through their recoveries, the sense of exultation hadn’t dwindled even as the newfound shadows tried to snuff it out.
His free hand reached out, gloved as it was, to take Hannibal’s own, not bothering to lace their fingers seeing as it would be impossible with the thick fabric. There was a sense of purpose, in the monster that he had let out, and it was, in every sense of the word, fueled by the same monster inside the man sitting next to them. The two were invisible, to anyone with eyes, but there was a palpable electricity between them, sparks of light among the darkness that danced and played with a child-like and terrifying animosity. “Imagine the halibut you’ll get to cook.”
“Pan seared halibut, perhaps? That is, if we catch enough for dinner.” The corner of his lips turned up into a slight smile. “I don’t particularly enjoy ice fishing, but I feel a sense of serenity here, with you, albeit there are the occasional distant barks from the dogs.” His eyes trailed down to Will’s hand freely taking his own. Electrifying, fluttering.. Beautiful. There are many words Hannibal Lecter can use to describe this moment, and Will Graham. Though spending an afternoon out in the cold wasn’t his idea of a perfect pastime (and there’s an orchestra playing the most wondrous works of Tchaikovsky that Hannibal would’ve liked to attend with Will), he could see there’s an attempt at some form of normalcy for the two of them.
He absentmindedly drew circles on Will’s hand. There’s an unsettling feeling weighing heavily on his chest. Abigail. Long Live Abigail Hobbs. She would’ve been with them, if it weren’t for Hannibal’s determination to truly hurt Will where it hurt the most. He pulled his hand away, and sat up as he took a deep breath to clear his mind of Abigail. There’s grief looming over Hannibal Lecter. He never fully realized what it meant to hurt, to truly hurt, until he realized he wanted Abigail to be with him and Will to such a great extent. Now Hannibal has no other choice but to convince himself that he didn’t, to keep this beautiful yet haunting moment of comfort between him and Will. “I think I’ll take a proper try at ice fishing. It’s only fair to you that I make an attempt to invest myself into your interest.”
See? This is all I ever wanted for you, Will. For both of us.
injury/hurt prompts bc reasons
feel free to specify who is receiving the actions [ sew ] for one muse to have to stitch up the other [ fix ] for one muse to mend a dislocated joint [ alone ] for one muse to find the other trying to treat themselves [ drugged ] for one muse to take care of the other while they’re delirious [ bullet ] for one muse to help the other after they get shot [ lacerate ] for one muse to get stabbed while protecting/working with the other [ broken ] for one muse to have broken a bone(s) [ scream ] for one muse to wake up because the other is having a nightmare [ comfort ] for one muse to stay the night with the other after a hard day [ wake ] for one muse to wake up to the other at the side of their hospital bed [ sleep ] for one muse to sit by while the other is unconscious in a hospital [ nurse ] for one muse to take care of the other while they’re sick [ appear ] for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured
“ just let me help you. ” “ shut the fuck up and sit down. you’re bleeding. ” “ it’s fine— nothing i haven’t dealt with before. ” “ hey, you can talk to me. ” “ shh- lie back. you’re safe now. ” “ you need to stay still. ” “ how the hell did this happen? ” “ are you sure you’re okay? ” “ that isn’t ‘just a scratch’. ” “ stop being such a baby and let me finish cleaning you up. ” “ i need you to stay awake for me okay? keep your eyes open. ” “ if you die on me i’ll bring you back to life and kill you myself. ” “ for once in your goddamn life, let me take care of you before you make it worse. ” “ you’re hurt because of me. the least i can do is fix it. ” “ i’ll be okay. i promise. ” “ a little help? ” “ i just need a few stitches and i can’t exactly reach. ” “ i’m fine, i just need a moment. ” “ no hospitals. ” “ you need a fucking doctor. ” “ you need to slow down. ” “ you’ll be no help to anyone if you run yourself into the ground. ” “ you have to sleep eventually. ” “ stop fussing, i’ll be fine. ” “ shit, okay fuck that actually really fucking hurts. ” “ i’m scared. ” “ i feel so cold. ” “ i can’t feel my legs. ” “ i don’t…i don’t wanna go yet. ” “ what the fuck happened to you? ” “ who the fuck did this? ” “ you’re clearly not okay so stop bullshitting me. ” “ fucking hell. ” “ i need help. please. ” “ i swear to god i’ll kill whatever bastard did this. ” “ if i die, i’m gonna haunt your ass. ” “ it’s not that bad, chill the fuck out. ”
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