Will Graham

Independent, Highly Selective Will Graham from Hannibal book, movie, series based Blog Revamp: 6/15/18 highly graphic material. if easily triggered, this blog may not be your cuppa tea.

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The radio warned the area of a storm coming in that was going to worsen by nightfall and it wasn’t joking.  By early evening, the sun was mostly blotted out by the cloud cover.  Thunder boomed right after he’d let the dogs in, except Winston who seemed to hesitate on the porch in defiance of the loud noises that sent all but two of the dogs inside under chairs, his desk, the table.  The oldest pair couldn’t be bothered.  Indifference soaked into the grumbles and grunts coming from their beds closest to the fan.   One particular flash of light seemed to rip the sky open and the rain came down in buckets that hadn’t stopped pouring yet.

Will couldn’t resist the urge to stretch out on the couch, head propped against the armrest and his right hand lowered down to lazily scratch behind the ear of one of his frightened companions who was finding solace in pretending like she was melting into the fabric of his sofa.  Invisible to the storm and the loud booms that might return at any second.  His eyes were closed and he fell off into the ease of half-consciousness the sound of the rain hitting against the roof and windows filled the house with.  Of course there was half an ear open towards the door should someone on the porch decide he was over the whole storm business.

Which might’ve been the only reason he jerked so hard when the knock at the door came.  No bark, no warning.  Not only his head but all of their heads lifted and their stares turned towards the sound.  A huff.  A bark.  Then once he was on his feet, the patter of paws followed his bare footed silence towards the door.  Winston was the first to run in.  Mud and all.  Darting past Will who first blinked past the curious look on his face when he saw Clarice on the other side, then cringed when he heard the clomp of dirty feet going right in the direction of his living room.

“Clarice?  Come in.  What can I help you--?”  Was that the bed or the couch he heard being plopped on?  Another wince and he waved her past him.  “I just--let me get him before he,” a flick of his hand gestured towards the room behind him indicating the mess he was trying to prevent before off he went leaving her to follow as he darted after his mud coated friend.

@forjusttice ; continued from here.

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shcblindedmewithscience.

Beverly waited expectantly, her head tilting as she appraised Will’s disheveled, browbeaten appearance. He seemed exhausted, to put it lightly. More and more, she had sensed a distance growing between them, and she didn’t feel comfortable with the lapse. She couldn’t be there to reel in the slack rope if he didn’t tell her he was drifting.

“What, so we’ve turned to train metaphors now?” It was a gentle quip, a warmness coming to Beverly’s eyes as she picked up a pair of forceps. “If your undercarriage needs a tune-up, I’m sure someone out there will be willing to give you a once-over. I know Jack may be a hard-ass, but he means well. He just takes some getting used to.”

When Will apologized, Beverly waved a dismissive hand. “Don’t sweat it, champ. If you think that is the worst thing I’ve heard around here, you’re wrong. Try listening to Zee when it’s Miss America season. Talk about offensive.”

Now taking a strip of sterilized gauze, Beverly began to clean her soiled forceps with careful, even scrubs. Upon hearing Will’s question, her lips quirked into a small smirk. “I don’t scare easily,” she assured him. “I once walked in on Price using the company shower, so I think I’ve seen the world at its most terrifying.” 

Setting the cleaned tool aside, she leaned her weight forward on the metal table and studied him more carefully. “Probably the same reason you’re here – I couldn’t sleep. This latest case involves kids, so I want to get to the bottom of it as soon as possible. You could call it my hibernating maternal instinct, I guess.” Taking off her gloves with a gentle snap, she added, “Are you here to get a leg up on the specifics? Or did you maybe need someone to talk to?”

Beverly hoped the offer was unassuming enough – she never wanted Will to feel as though she was pressuring him into opening up.

Will propped one elbow up on the arm of his seat giving his hand enough lift to reach up and rub the bridge of his nose trying to rub the last of his barely coherent thoughts away.  Or convince them to disappear for a while so he could hold a conversation sans train metaphors and borderline snippy comments.  Reel it in.

Beverly didn’t deserve to be on the end of the snark that lack of sleep and his confusion momentarily cast her way.  He even huffed a laugh about his metaphors.  Riddles, riddles and riddles.  Even half asleep he could confuse himself by the words his tongue and too far off brain crafted.  Someone willing to give his undercarriage a once over?  A brow quirked up at that and this time there was sound behind the tired laugh instead of a smile that was all teeth and shoulders shaking in replacement of the laugh that should have been but didn’t quite make it.

“I think I’d rather avoid either one of those situations.  Especially the shower.  I’m shocked you still work here and didn’t pack your things and walk out right that minute.  I would have.”  Joking back.  An attempt to hop, skip, jump rather than stumble and fall towards a lighter air between them.  No reason to make her worry.  She had enough on her mind.  Case in point.  He wasn’t the only one with a mind full of every reason shutting your eyes felt impossible or ignorant.

Even less was the desire to uncover how many layers he’d been slathering on any sort of worrisome behavior that was above and beyond his, you know, usual.  Not just to others around him either.  Will watched her remove her gloves having rested his chin his upturned palm, his weight resting against the side he leaned into.  

Option Number One was taken instantly.  

“Specifics are good.  Tell me what you’re thinking before everyone else gets here.  Less chaos of everyone dropping theories might do us both good.”  Not that they didn’t have time?  They had hours before anyone else would stroll in.  Daylight wasn’t close by a longshot.  He squinted thoughtfully at her a beat later.  “Unless you need someone to talk to?  The door swings both ways on that offer.”

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“shit son i gotta step up my game”

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“It doesn’t all have to be existential dread.” 

late nights (meme)

The smell of sea salt and summer came billowing through the long pale blue curtains blowing in the early summer night breeze.  Past the open French doors, he could hear the inky dark crested in navy and white foam colored waves crashing against the sand on the beach.  Everything stood still in his mind and for that moment, he was simply existing.  Lost from the world, from his thoughts, from any sort of chaos and inner turmoil that didn’t quite seem to come as often as used to.  

Tonight was a good night.  Tonight there was music playing along with the splash and bubbling.  A faint cacophony of the sea carried on a violin concerto that laced it’s fingers through the soul and made everything feel as light as if it were floating on air.  This was their place.  Their oasis.  No one else may enter. 

Will was vaguely aware of Hannibal stopping whatever he was doing in the kitchen to enter the dining room again.  His fingers softly curled around the swell of his red wine glass to lift it up and swallow down the berry, rich taste of his Syrah.  “It’s beautiful.  The sound of it.”  How long do we get to stay?  Will didn’t ask because he simply didn’t want to know.  Could be weeks, could be a day.  Could be forever for all he knew.  But he’d take it if it could stay like this.

It wouldn’t.  It couldn’t.  Didn’t hurt to swallow down another boysenberry and tobacco flower flavored daydream, did it?  His lips stayed wet this sip and he chased after the taste with a sweep of his tongue over the corner of his mouth.  ‘It doesn’t all have to be existential dread.‘  Hannibal’s voice barely covered the cresting sounds coming from the hidden speakers and his hand fell to Will’s shoulder and it drew his attention up, his glass lowered to the table in the process of his head tipping back and his eyes peered up at the man over the rims of his glasses.

“No.  I suppose it doesn’t.  But what does it mean when existentialism turns into..whatever this is?”  A slight wrinkle of questioning formed between Will’s eyebrows.  “I’m not sure the answer to that is,” he cut himself off as the seagulls outside wailed and strangled out the would-be words and begged for them to be twisted into something else lest he break the spell.  “As easy as it just doesn’t have to be.”  Neutral philosophy, nothing more.  Nothing less.  

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WILL GRAHAM: ELBOW GREASE PROMPT #1 SHOPPING TRIP

WHAT DID YOUR CHARACTER BRING BACK TO CAMP WITH THEM:

Will has one of the few functional cabins that he decided to work on immediately after showing up.  As a means of fixing it up even more (Winston needs a good place to sleep, you know? :P), his supply list was mainly around nabbing some necessities he decided he needed more of as well as some extra things that weren’t part of the supplies given from the project backers for the cabin to make it more comfortable.  Will drove back in his own vehicle to have room for his stuff.  He came pretty prepared as being out in the woods isn’t anything he hasn’t done before.  So the trip back was more of a I could use more of these and this/that he didn’t think he’d want but why not kind of grab.

55lb bag of dry dog food.  He already brought an extra but thought one more wouldn’t hurt.  He can donate it if he doesn’t use it when he gets back.  A few boxes of canned dog food for treat meals.  Couple of bags of rawhides, a few new toys and a bigger, fluffier bed for the good boy!  Flea medication.

One space heater isn’t cutting it.  The evenings still get pretty cool and borderline cold, so he’s picked up two extra.  Small, one room kinds.

Two thicker flannel blankets for the bed.  His favorite pillow cause the new ones are too firm and not really that comfortable.  One thin cotton blanket.  Stuffed into a new canvas bag he bought and forgot was in his closet.

A few new pair of lighter cargo pants.  More flannels, t’s, Henleys and a lighter jacket since the one he brought was an overshot.  Ankle high, steel toe work boots.

Hygiene item stock ups.  Deodorant, shampoo, soap, toilet paper, toothpaste, back up toothbrush, conditioner, shaving cream, aftershave, bug spray and antibacterial gel.  Etc.  Some Burt’s Bees dog shampoo.

Restock on medications he is low on that aren’t monthly refills (those came in 90 day supplies and he’s good). Aspirin, ibuprofen, stomach stuff, benadryl, sleep medication, first aid kit that doesn’t suck.

Extra fishing supplies.  Extra pole for someone who wants to join him, line, lures, gutting knife.

Solar generator for personal use. Not overly large so he could fit it.  Holds an 8 hour charge for small appliances or charging if sat out daily.  He’ll use them for charging his stuff/two box fans during warm days.  Indoor bug zapper for nighttime.  Citronella candles that don’t smell of thick citrus like a morgue or funeral home trying to hide the smell of bodies.  The stuff is nauseating.

Grocery items.  Snacks, bottled water, beverages (adult and otherwise) and food that he enjoys that isn’t provided.

WHAT DID YOUR CHARACTER DO WHEN THEY GOT BACK TO CIVILIZATION:

Will went back to his house to check on his other dogs and touch base with the dog sitter he hired (one of his former students remaining in Colorado for the summer) and gathered some of the things he brought back to camp. The blankets, some of his clothes, etc.  Took a shower, trimmed up and changed clothes then took his car into the city to visit the shopping center where he met up with Hannibal and made the suggestion that he help Hannibal load up since he had room left over in the car for what the professor might need.  After that, he took Hannibal’s invitation to dinner in downtown Colorado Springs.  They went out to eat and had a drink.  The two returned to the camp later that night together.

WHAT’S BEEN THE BIGGEST ADJUSTMENT OF CAMP LIFE?

Less stress and further removed from the job he left to come to Colorado?  Will’s not having a hard time adjusting to his surroundings.  In his element, his biggest adjustment is being around students he used to be able to walk away from at the end of the day.  He’s been coping well, content to say hello and help as needed but keeps mostly to himself and Winston in the evenings reading a book

HOW ARE THEY HOLDING UP?

Will’s relaxing as much as the workhaul allows and soaking up the environment.  He’s been working on his cabin in his ‘downtime’ and assisting with the tasks at hand during the day has been great way to decompress after the school year.  Holding up hasn’t been an issue so far.

ANY HOT GOSS? 

Will isn’t the gossipping type.  He’s an observer and has little to no interest in what is going on with the students as far as gossip, he said/she said kind of things.  Peculiar conversations with Doctor Lecter have caught his curiosity but only because the man is an enigmatic sort of creature.  One he’s met before in passing or shared a coffee with on campus.  It’s been interesting getting to know him in this capacity after the surprise of seeing him here.

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bold: always a habit, usually a go-to. italic: sometimes a habit depending on circumstances

DEFENSIVENESS: arms crossed on chest // crossing legs // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // karate chops // stiffening of shoulders // tense posture // curling of lip/baring of teeth

REFLECTIVE: hand-to-face gestures // head tilted // stroking chin // peering over glasses // taking glasses off — cleaning // putting earpiece of glasses in mouth // pipe smoker gestures // putting hand to the bridge of the nose // pursed lips // knitted brows

SUSPICION: arms crossed // sideways glance // touching or rubbing nose // rubbing eyes // hands resting on weapon // brows raising // lips pressing into a thin line // strict, unwavering eye contact // wrinkling of nose

OPENNESS & COOPERATION: open hands // upper body in sprinters position // sitting on the edge of a chair // hand-to-face gestures // unbuttoned coat // tilted head // slacked shoulders // droopy posture // feet pointed outward // palms flat and facing outward

CONFIDENCE: hands behind back // hands on lapels of coat // steepled hands // baring teeth in a grin // rolling shoulders // tipping head back but maintaining eye contact // chest puffed up/shoulders back // arms folded just above navel

INSECURITY & ANXIETY: chewing pen or pencil // rubbing thumb over opposite thumb // biting fingernails // hands in pockets // elbow bent/closed gestures // clearing throat // “whew” sound // picking or pinching flesh // fidgeting in chair // hand covering mouth whilst speaking // poor eye contact // tugging at pants skirt/dress whilst seated // jingling money in pockets // tugging at ear // perspiring hands // playing with hair // swaying // playing with pointer/marker // smacking lips // sighing // rocking on balls of feet // flexing fingers sporadically

FRUSTRATION: short breaths // “tsk” sounds // tightly-clenched hands // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // running hand through hair // rubbing back of neck // snarling // revealing teeth/grimacing // sharp-eyed glowers with notable tension in the brows // shoulders back, head up - defensive posturing // clenching of jaw/grinding teeth // nostrils flaring //heavy exhales

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“The room's spinning.”

late nights (meme)

The pictures were so bloody that twice during the middle of the night when Will looked close enough?  He swore that if he touched them his fingers would come away wet and stringy with old blood made ten times redder.  Thanks to brightened hues, too much saturation and a printer that had long since bled dry of red and brown ink (no pun intended).  Given their grisly scenery?  You couldn’t really compare which one was the worst of the bunch.  They were all what nightmares were made of.  The kind that movies try to capture but never really top because real life can’t be topped.  Not when it comes to this.

Evidence.  A scattered heap of it that Will’d been pouring over into the wee hours in the morning where the sky fades from pitch black and navy to muted blue and dark gray.  He hadn’t planned on falling asleep.  Not without putting away the horror show on his desk.  For this precise reason alone.

‘The room’s spinning.’

Will didn’t budge from where he was slumped over his desk, head in his arms and his glasses screwed on wrong.  Didn’t move as she drew near enough to see the terrible nightmares spread out in technicolor that’d become his accidental bed.  Not until he heard her voice (which meant he was deeply out of it if he’d missed every footstep) did Abigail get any sort of reaction from him whatsoever.

Then they happened all at once.  “M’sorry,” his sleepy, cracked voice whispered back.  A deep inhale came as his right hand shoved the most of them towards an open file drawer next to his calf.  Sending half to land on top of folders while the others spilled underneath his feet.  In the meantime, his opposite hand came up to his face, palming over his mouth before tucking up underneath his glasses to rub the sleep from his eyes before he let them fall back down almost in their proper place. “Didn’t mean to fall asleep.  You shouldn’t have seen…”  

Groggily standing up and setting his glasses down, his desk chair went off to the side and he was standing in front of her.  Hands on her shoulders and he put himself between her and the desk blocking what he didn’t shove away from sight.  His chin tucked down, he tried to catch her gaze as he fully awoke and clued in on just what she could have seen.  “I’m sorry,” he stressed it this time, “Come on. Let me put you back in bed?  I’ll bring you a drink after you’re settled.”

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the-last-victim.

Up until now, the feds had mostly left Archie’s task force alone. Originally labeled the Beauty Killer Task Force, the name had stuck, even though the team had since morphed into an all-purpose serial-killer-catching task force. It was kind of ominous, Archie thought, and kind of in poor taste, considering the Beauty Killer was the only killer they’d gone after who they hadn’t successfully put away. The only one who was still out there, and the only one who was still haunting them. 

But, with that one exception, they had been overwhelmingly successful, and so the feds had left them alone. Until now. At least they were looking to collaborate rather than take the whole case on their own. Why they were doing this was beyond him, not to mention why they had decided to fly in their own specialist from the other side of the country. 

Hopefully, he was about to find out. It was early, early enough that the rest of the team hadn’t arrived yet. As the head of the task force, Archie had taken it on himself to break the ice, figure out what was going on, and hopefully reassure everyone that it wasn’t going to fuck up what little they had managed to do so far. He would have liked to say that he had gotten here early to get work done, but instead he’d been staring blankly at his e-mail inbox, downing one cup of coffee after another, feeling himself slowly thaw out into wakefulness as his first pills of the day kicked in. 

Even though he was expecting it, he jumped when he heard the front door of the bank-turned-headquarters open, letting a gust of rain and wind in along with the specialist. He scrambled to smooth down his shirt and his hair, rubbed his eyes, hoped they didn’t look too red, and went out into the former bank lobby, now acting as a multi-purpose reception area and break room. “Special Agent Graham? I’m Archie Sheridan, good to meet you.”

One more go.  Give it one more go.  In the Pacific Northwest.  Always was a dream trip for Will.  A fisherman’s paradise full of mountains, rivers and salmon up to your knees.  He only wished he had the chance to get out here on leisure before he was coaxed into agreeing to ‘consult’ on a case as the reason why he was trudging through the rain towards the bank headquarters he’d been given the instructions to head to as quickly as possible upon landing.  Which, judging by the suitcase he pulled behind him, was immediately upon exiting the luggage check.  Was someone in a hurry to get this over with?  Very much so.

A gloved hand squeezed the black handle of his airport bought umbrella.  One of those cheesy touristy kinds with PORTLAND scribbled across the edge in local landmarks.  The kind either you buy on purpose or because you’re in a hurry and you only care about staying dry.  Will fit into the latter category.  In spite of the efforts from the umbrella, it couldn’t pull off miracles that defied sideways rain that seemed determined to get him soaked anyway--his glasses were covered in pinpricks of rain spatter as he pushed the handle on his suitcase down and narrowed his eyes over their rims at the doors to the bank.   Time to get this done.

The basics had been passed down but getting the full grasp of what was going on wasn’t going to happen unless he bit his lip and dove into the deep end.  Conviction born of the want to get back home to his dogs, his house, his life fueled the brute force of his grip swinging the door open. Suitcase in hand, Special Agent Will Graham entered the building.  Blowing wind and rain in his wake until the door closed with a heavy thud and a metallic click.   His suitcase was sat on the floor next to his feet as he heard his name.  With the press of a button, his umbrella folded up. Vision bejeweled by those pesky rain spots, Will turned his attention towards the source.  

Archie Sheridan.  Detective Archie Sheridan.  Will read up on him on the plane.  The guy had a story behind him that made him wonder.  Seems Jack wasn’t the only person who strove to pull out their one trick pony in moments of desperation?  Or that could be Will reading too much into things.  Wouldn’t be the first time.  Either way.  A polite half-smile and a gloved hand were offered.  “Detective Sheridan.  Pleasure’s mine.  Is there a place you mind me putting this?”  His toe tapped the side of the suitcase.  “I’d like to hear from you on what’s going on and where you’re at.  There’s only so much word of mouth and reading can do.  If you have time now?”

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“Why haven’t you told anyone?”

late nights (meme)

An insomniac with a penchant for finding himself in the strangest places upon waking as of late?  Not necessarily the kind of information you want to hand over to those closest to you.  Not when they’re already stealing glances your way when they think you’re not paying attention.  Or too lost in your thoughts (the ones they are relying on regardless of where those thoughts take you..or most importantly when) to notice.

How long has this been going on?

Weeks?  Months?  A lifetime?  Sort of hard to say..  Pinpointing anything else other than where, when, why and how makes him feel like a bird dog being told to go hunt down a fox.  The idea is great but unless that dog’s trained?  It’s going to come back with a tattered mess.  Point proven when he showed up outside the Forensics Lab past one o’clock in the morning, laminant in hand on a night where, it figures, Beverly decided to stay late.  She meant well with the question.

Will bent towards the hand he lifted to stroke through the mess of dark curls on top of his head, eyes pinched together and teeth bared in a smile that looked more like a grimace than anything close to the intended expression.  “That’s the thing.  No one wants to hear why the train is delayed in getting to the station.  They don’t care what’s broken that held it back.  They only care that it gets there on time.  Someone else’s job to fix it.  Not theirs.”  His heels bobbed up and down, the loafers he scooted on having a very serious protest towards the walk they put on to get here.  Perhaps that was too harsh of an answer.  He pressed his lips together in a small frown of apology, looked up at her and swallowed when his eyes tuned in on her instead of anywhere but.  

“I didn’t mean the way that sounded.  I’m sorry.  Could always blame it on too much caffeine before bed?”  How far did he make it before he called a cab?  Did he even do that?  His phone was shoved under his thigh the minute he sat in the chair and he didn’t particularly care to retrieve it to check.  At least he had the common sense to toss a robe on over his clothes and grab the one thing that would get him in?  What was he dreaming?  Maybe something else he didn’t want to know.  But the scenery was scratching at the surface of his thoughts like an unpruned tree branch scraping at his upstairs window.  Muffled through a few closed doors but eventually he’s going to notice and it’s going to drive him…

c r a z y..

Until he fixes it.  “I hope I didn’t scare you.  Why are you here so late anyway?”

[sasorikigai]

The way his heart thrashes and writhes, as he caresses his pain. Keeps it swathed in his jarring affection and provides it with the most tenacious accommodation as the ancient breeze sweeps through his bone and marrow. Its music casting shadows on his severe form, exorcising their darkness. There is a reason to acknowledge his being, becoming conscious of his endeavors, as he discerns his revivified wing-beats of his phoenix plumage, breathing iron and rust beneath the flame-folded steel.

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Blog Recommendations, Anyone??

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rpmememaker:

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text. 

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“They’re never going to find us!” 

“No one can hear you scream.”

“Kinda scary knowing we’re alone out here.”

“Did you hear that?”

“Please, please don’t.” 

“You don’t have to do this.”

“How long have you been out here?”

“I’ve found them!” 

“This place looks abandoned.”

“There’s blood.”

“Did you hear that?”

“What’s it matter, they’re never going to find us.”

“We’ve been walking for days.”

“Why would someone else be this far out?”

“We’re in trouble.” 

“I’ll get you before they do.” 

“It’s so peaceful out here.”

“This is giving me serious Blair Witch vibes.”

“You know I hate horror movies!” 

“They could have followed us?”

“That’s not from this world!” 

“The silence is terrifying.” 

“Is that an animal?” 

“It’s so nice not having someone constantly in your ear.”

“Stop breathing down my neck.” 

“We’re fine.” 

“If we’re not back by Monday, they’ll send someone for us.”

“Scared yet?”

“Now how do we get back?”

“You’re never leaving here.”

“You’re never leaving me.”

“They’ll never find you.”