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“We manipulate and, in turn, are manipulated. It is part of a natural cycle to which we have grown accustomed to. A tree will not always tell you when it will fall and people do not simply fall. They must first be UNDONE.”

An uninvited pause. He eyes the man like a WOLF staring at a WOUNDED DEER.

“And do you ALWAYS LISTEN TO YOUR BROTHER?”

❝ The NATURAL CYCLE, huh? Sounds like a nicer way of saying everyone u s e s each other. Not exactly a pleasant thought, to be honest, but it’s, uh, it’s a BELIEVABLE one. And the undoing of a person is more subtle, Dr. Lecter. Wood splinters and cracks, but a mind u n w i n d s . ------------------------------ ❞

Joey’s eyes are on the ground until Dr. Lecter speaks again. He is somewhere betwixt new shame and the WONDER of why he feels it.

❝ He is my older brother. I, um----I respect his opinion. I’m SUPPOSED to listen, aren’t I? ❞

#why am i not surprised #poor joseph #for a second i thought the last line of caps was hannibal literally yelling at him and i started cackling #because i just imagined hannibal yelling out of nowhere and scaring the shit out of him #... come to think of it does hannibal ever yell #{{ wrp }}#erudivil #{{ v; brother }}

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ooc }} i actually once made like 63 cookies in one sitting because i was super pissed off. so i mean. 100 isn’t a stretch bUT I AM NOT MAILING 100 INDIVIDUAL PEOPLE COOKIES.

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❝ Moral absolutism makes it difficult. ❞

He doesn’t specify what “it” is as he turns his back, his attention diverted to the sprawl of photos on his table. Pieces of a crime scene he could not visit because of unforeseen circumstances. The vague way of saying he spent that weekend buying toys and food and cleaning up for his new dog, Buster.

Will was glad he hadn’t seen this firsthand. He knit his brows and struggled to ignore the swaying of the pendulum, begging him to submerge in the glimmers of blood and viscera. To see. He stood instead on the shore and cast his rod out to sea.

❝ Makes it, um--easy to gloss over how human this is. ❞

#hannibal rp #{{ w; opens }}#{{ v; undetermined }}

ooc }} holy crap i’m so sorry, i got super sidetracked with life and fell away from this blog!! but i’m back now!! i promise!!!

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ooc }} you know what sounds great? adding an outlast verse and a the evil within verse. because i hate will and i want him to suffer.

#{{ ooc; honestly i'd like to do a group 'the evil within' verse }}#{{ ooc; let's all go into mindfuck virtual hell together }}#{{ ooc }}

❝ This dog has been following me for an hour. ❞

#{{ wrp }}#hannibal rp #{{ w; opens }}#{{ ooc; will ''i haven't moved to wolf trap yet so i can't have dogs'' graham }}

ooc }} so who wants to give will graham his first dog

#{{ ooc; he doesn't have any dogs yet because he thinks his current living situation is unfit for it }}#{{ ooc; since right now he lives in an apartment in the city rather than out in wolf trap }}#{{ ooc; i plan on threading the move to wolf trap eventually but rn he's just trying to minimize the major changes in his life to be -#- one at a time since he doesn't handle change very well at all }}

“Now why would you think I would lead you to water? I hear horses make fine glue sticks.” She smiled at him before removing her mobile and read her latest text. “However, it seems your theories from before has not stopped the killer from taking his latest victim. We are needed in twenty minutes. I am taking you with me.” She wiggled her fingers around this place. “You won’t hide away in here and you’re riding with me.” Another horse reference? Perhaps, but she found making him uncomfortable made the day and the murder scene a little easier to take.

“Grab your coat and try not to give me a look of wanting nothing better than to drown me in the river.”

Will would have liked to quip back at her that nothing made from him would ever be stable enough to act as decent glue, but he held his tongue. His psyche was a private matter he would dare not expose to her. She was already pushing his buttons and she didn’t even know where to press.

❝ Twenty minutes? We--we just got here. ❞

He didn’t bother being offended with her dismissal of his abilities. Having little confidence in them on his own, it wasn’t disheartening to have another voice chime in. But seriously, they just got here. How could she already be consenting to leave, and have the gall to demand he come with her?

Will Graham did not even step towards his coat, which was set on the back of a chair on the far side of the room (already checked and blissfully free of blood and evidence). He instead turned his back on her and took in the scene before him.

She would not boss him around.

❝ I’ve cantered enough today. I’m staying. ❞

#{{ wrp }}#{{ v; main }}#theoriginalbloodcountess #{{ ooc; horse jokes horse jokes horse jokes }}

“Not manipulated, but the MANIPULATOR. You have no need to traverse across universes to do that, but may find the answer within the confines of YOUR MIND. You are the one DECIDING whether or not I am to be trusted. Were I a tree, perhaps you would find MORE reason to distrust me, for how much faith may you place within a tree to not CRASH upon your person?”

“—— so seeing as to how little inclined I am to fall on you and that I am not a tree within some universe deserving of your distrust, why do you think that I am LYING to you?”

❝ I'm the manipulator? That’s a REFRESHING change from the norm. I’ve had an awful lot of people tell me that I’m more i n c l i n e d to be TOLD than to make my own decisions. But I think I can place more trust in tree than in man. At least a falling tree WARNS you before the collapse. People will just f a l l . ❞

❝ My, UM——my brother told me you would. ❞

#{{ ''i make my own decisions yeah i'm totally the manipulator'' }}#{{ ''.... my brother told me you were a liar so you're a liar.'' }}#erudivil #{{ wrp }}#{{ v; brother }}#{{ ooc; so i guess this is somewhere in season 2 timeline-wise }}

Understatement, if he meant the time that he roamed this earth. Understatement, if he meant the time he spent circling this globe in search of answers, in search of a peace that he never could quite hold in his hands like the foundations that were slipping from the heels of his feet, causing his legs to shake, his bones rattling in their chasm of flesh and sinew.

He was becoming a void, a cleaved out and hollow thing that wanted to find the right words, the right fragments, the right beautiful things to say in order to dismiss the interrogatory shift this ordinary conversation had become.

You are a predator, he thought. You are a predator, and you are not going to be baited by this young man who is only doing what he sees fit to do, fit to say.

No, you stopped being a predator when you found a way to balance that which you cannot escape. You are nothing more than a man with a secret and you must find the words to say.

“You honor me with your words. I do not desire a reputation, I only want to do my work, for it is my life.”

More, say more.

“What is my reputation? Hopefully, it is something benign.”

Will Graham is stuck between a rock and a hard place. At this point, it is either lie – which he is foul at, given his penchant for brutal honesty – or admit to believing a horribly stupid rumor along the vein of immortality.

He backtracks instead.

❝ Most psychiatrists I’ve met thrive on reputation. ❞

His head tilted to one side and he dared to look up, but was careful to avoid eye contact, instead favoring the other man’s forehead. A breath of a laugh was the only indication he was not deathly serious.

❝ You’re of a rare breed, Dr. Lecter. ❞

#{{ ooc; how long are these two going to dodge one another's questions }}#{{ ooc; i s2g will just ask if he's immortal oh my gooood }}#{{ wrp }}#{{ v; main }}#inmxnitas

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I’m made up of black coffee, untamed hair, and poorly supressed anger.

The Never Book (via t-r-o-t-h)

#{{ w; about }}#{{ ooc; he translates his rage mostly into exasperation and tight-lipped smiles tbh }}

ooc }} my friend’s dog likes me, i guess

#{{ ooc; dogs love me idk }}#{{ ooc }}#{{ mun's face }}

ooc }} i feel like will is the kind of person who doesn’t trust anyone else to fix his things. car breaks down? he fixes it. electrical trouble? he fixes it. will refuses to let anyone fix things that he can fix on his own, even if he’s not quite sure how to do it himself.

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Not every love is sweet and kind Sometimes, love is dangerous Poisonous, addictive, obsessive Leaving emotional, mental and physical scars Don’t want to walk away, refuse to let go To need, no matter how much it hurts To know the same pain is returned Because some don’t want just the sweet They crave the bitter too

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