You won&#x27;t like me when I&#x27;m...

He continued to move onwards, his eyes moved between Gav and the pier that neared. Part of him could picture himself as a boy, approaching as his father was elbow-deep in a boat, calling him over for help. Despite the disassociation of that time in his life, the things he learned seemed to stay with him and even carried on into his adulthood, and it came into play at this exact moment. No one would have imagined he would be fixing up a boat to leave the country. Scratch that, fixed a boat. It had been a gut feeling when he had awakened on the sands that they would no longer be staying here, capture, arrest, Will had experienced it, as had Hannibal. They weren’t meant to be behind bars or glass. He paused near one of the boats that had caught his attention from day one, a wave pressed against the docks, spraying ice-cold waters at him. He shivered before he turned to answer, “Yes, I figured staying here was off limits, airlines would be… complicated. This seemed more fitting.” Will paused, “Cuba?” He repeated, almost seeming lost in thought for a moment. When Jack Crawford came to him about the Tooth Fairy he should have known the life he was trying to live, to play pretend was going to fade away. He hadn’t expected it to come this far, the involvement of Hannibal- the means to leave behind everything. Should he have been angry, or devastated? Yet, there was an emptiness but past it, relief? Molly would be better off without him, the career he would continue if he stayed here would put her and Wally. His arms crossed over his chest in an attempt to warm himself from the spray of the ocean, “Cuba it is, I’m assuming you want to leave… soon? Now?” There was a sense of wanting to get out of dodge. “Either way, we might want to grab some supplies from the cabin. I'm not leaving my fish behind.”

Hannibal felt they had overstayed their welcome already. Although he seldom allowed worry to wash over his thought process, it remained in the back of his mind that he was still at large and now with an added abettor. "Not today," his chin raises to the choppy ocean. "Tomorrow, weather permitting." The cliffside they had 'fallen' off lay not too far from the cabin by the sea. The FBI would come hunting for their prizes, Hannibal would be in the news again and so would Will.

There were deep-rooted issues they still had to navigate. That all would come within the close quarters of their boathouse en route. Furthermore, Hannibal felt he had to whisk Will away from his past, as too many ghosts now haunt the old life they had forgone. "We'll get our supplies, ensure we have enough to sail." He raised his hand for Will to carry on his grand tour. "First, give me a tour. We'll be spending more than two weeks in this boat." He hoped Will's thirst for sailing had not been suctioned dry from the trip he took to Europe.

At least he held that knowledge and experience, their outlook far more promising. A glance again at the dog as he crossed his arms over his chest, feeling the spray once more fleck on the surface of his exposed skin. "And give that dog a bath." Wet dog smell, amplified by Hannibal's keen sense of smell. A hand reached his face to drag him downwards; Hannibal knew the dog was coming with them.

#{ ic.}#il-mostrc #//No doggo overboard! D:<

He glanced out over the waters for a moment longer, perhaps it wouldn’t be the best to take sail today, even though he was certain he could manage. “What makes you so sure tomorrow will be any different?” There was a time when Hannibal had been behind glass walls, in Will’s state of a false comfortable life- looking at the weather came naturally. Would it be a good day to do certain activities? What should they prepare for that night? Would they need wood? That life seemed so far away despite being only a week or two ago. No, he wasn’t losing track of time, it was simply time that didn’t matter anymore when he would be leaving permanently. Perhaps after they left and were out of reach of the FBI, then time would matter again. The starting day of a new life, in a new place, but until then, it didn’t matter. Will nodded before he headed towards the boat he had in mind, he had already done the honors when Hannibal had been out cold to test if the keys worked, let alone the boat itself. Luck seemed to be favoring them for now. “It’s what’s referred to as a cabin cruiser,” he pointed ahead, “It’s a glorified motorboat or a mobile home on the water. Underneath is a cabin, I’ve already checked, and the condition isn’t bad at all. Despite our hermit being a fisherman, he liked his sleeping quarters clean.” He stepped on board, “It’s able to travel at any time of day, depending on if you have a preference or not.” He briefly walked over, placing the key in the ignition to start it up before stepping back, “Motor is in great condition.” He stepped away to lead him to the cabin below, “Beds for the trip. It has a bathroom, fridge, the basics.” Turning back, he headed back turning the key to shut off the engine and placing it back in his pockets. “And that will conclude the grand tour.” He carefully stepped off the boat back to the dock, glancing towards Gav who rushed over, tail wagging, he smiled for a moment and kneeled to ruffle his neck and ears before pausing. A scoff soon followed “He doesn’t smell that bad.” Well, it’s what he said before the mix of wet dog, sea salt, and something else caught a whiff. “But I’ll do it anyway.” Standing back up, he began to head back from where they came, he wanted to make sure they had everything they would need for a trip like this, and also be sure their furry companion was cleaned properly before sharing an enclosed space.

morgodrawings

The beauty of Will Graham.

electricmeatorchestra-deactivat

@lemonmancer

#{ .analyzed }#//idk why this cracked me up so much

the-stag-and-the-dog

Hannibal: You ever get so tired that you start seeing spiders? Will: Me after I take 17 Advil and start seeing the Ravenstag. Hannibal: THE WHAT? Will: Oh is this not a safe space suddenly?

Another slice of the bitter cold air, winter still claimed her prize with an iron fist on this side of the world. Upon rounding the bend, complete with massive trunks of tree bark, now stripped as it lay upon the sand dunes--smooth from the battering of the ocean, he saw the houseboats as they slowly bobbed along their piers.

"To save resources, I'll trust your mechanical instincts." While Hannibal had proven that he could nearly do anything with perfection, he didn't dabble in the detailed work of grease and oil, parts and pistons. This was Will's category of hobbies. A bark brought his attention to the dog and the sound of the clipping nails, a sharp, rhythmic sound, as he ran across the boards. … another hobby of his: the collector of strays. He wonders if he's one of those now. Who collected who?

"You worked on this while I was… indisposed?" Will's mind was already connecting routes to their grand escape plan. It was good to know they were on the same page. Provisions would be their next step. ".. I have some credentials in Cuba. I placed them in a hotel wall." While he didn't have any for Will, there would be time once he managed to create a new identity for himself.

A darting glance around. Whoever saw to their quick escape would meet an untimely end. There was no room for error or evidence, for that matter.

#{ ic. }#il-mostrc #//he didn't catch those to ROT

He continued to move onwards, his eyes moved between Gav and the pier that neared. Part of him could picture himself as a boy, approaching as his father was elbow-deep in a boat, calling him over for help. Despite the disassociation of that time in his life, the things he learned seemed to stay with him and even carried on into his adulthood, and it came into play at this exact moment. No one would have imagined he would be fixing up a boat to leave the country. Scratch that, fixed a boat. It had been a gut feeling when he had awakened on the sands that they would no longer be staying here, capture, arrest, Will had experienced it, as had Hannibal. They weren’t meant to be behind bars or glass. He paused near one of the boats that had caught his attention from day one, a wave pressed against the docks, spraying ice-cold waters at him. He shivered before he turned to answer, “Yes, I figured staying here was off limits, airlines would be… complicated. This seemed more fitting.” Will paused, “Cuba?” He repeated, almost seeming lost in thought for a moment. When Jack Crawford came to him about the Tooth Fairy he should have known the life he was trying to live, to play pretend was going to fade away. He hadn’t expected it to come this far, the involvement of Hannibal- the means to leave behind everything. Should he have been angry, or devastated? Yet, there was an emptiness but past it, relief? Molly would be better off without him, the career he would continue if he stayed here would put her and Wally. His arms crossed over his chest in an attempt to warm himself from the spray of the ocean, “Cuba it is, I’m assuming you want to leave… soon? Now?” There was a sense of wanting to get out of dodge. “Either way, we might want to grab some supplies from the cabin. I'm not leaving my fish behind.”

naegleria-nfowleri

Love language 4: Acts of service

#//it'll be the new stray collection C:#{ .images }

@il-mostrc

darkblueconverse

I can’t stop drawing Will Graham

#{ .analyzed }#//this is so amazing

The silk crimson blindfold is secured, and he gives it another tug around Will's head before moving soundlessly to his front. "Before you are a few dishes with paired wine. I'll serve spoonfuls and I want you to tell me what they are based on flavor, texture, and smell."

Be gone Burger King days.

Behind the silk his eyes were closed, fluttering at the sensation of something so gently pressed against them. Will's lips formed a thin line for a moment as he listened closely, it was strange to think if anyone else had blindfolded him he would have felt threatened, yet there was a sense of trust when it came to Hannibal. As strange as that may be. His tongue glided across his bottom lip before he breathed out slowly, "Okay," his brows furrowed a moment, "But my palette isn't quite as good as yours." If at all.

@il-mostrc

#{ ic. }#//let this man eat his burger king!

insummerigrieve

Behind Convent Walls (1978), Walerian Borowczyk

#{ .ooc post }#//bare with me #//but I saw this and thought of our post #//where the hermits clothes clearly dont fit him #//and han went and showed it off for a moment

@il-mostrc

bloodydancy

Hannibal and Will smiling at each other (1/2)

Hannibal 1.01 Apéritif | 1.02 Amuse-bouche | 2.10 Naka-choko | 3.06 Dolce | 3.13 The Wrath of the Lamb

Hannibal took a moment to reflect on the atmosphere here. The outside air was heavy with the chill of the impending gloomy weather-- a concept he had gotten used to being on this side of the coast. It wasn't his beloved Florence, where the Mediterranean Sea accounted for much of the climate. This was Will's ideal element, where the winter chill still seeped through bones, and fish were plenty on the clear streams that he fly-fished. Would he ache for this lifestyle?

At this moment, he held that boyish charm again, almost an eagerness to show his hobbies to a man whose primary recreation was to butcher. Even having some form of a connection to this dog was a feat all its own. He heaved a sigh, knowing that this mutt would only be the start of a horde. Despite the ache in his bones that would flare up against the weather when he stepped outside, he found his shoes and slipped into them, grabbing a coat to brace against the shrill wind outside.

The door shut behind him, and he narrowed his eyes to the growing gusts and ocean spray, which was not too off from where they had washed ashore. He observed the surroundings first, listening to the lull of the waves and the lazy caws of the birds. It was difficult to imagine he was out for a few days; it all felt like it had happened mere hours before. A tentative involuntary reaction of reaching for his bullet wound, feeling the layers of bandages underneath the sweater. He'd have to take a closer look later.

For the moment, he braced himself for what his Dog Charmer would show him. If this boat washed up from a wreckage….

"Will.." he said, catching up to him with the dog in tow. "I don't want to be scooping water in a bucket so we don't go under."

#{ ic. }#il-mostrc #//don't doubt the boat dog guy

When Hannibal’s movement indicated he was following, Will turned to step outside, leaving the door open. The smell of salt waters immediately engulfed his senses and for a second he closed his eyes relishing in memories he created in these waters, though the hint of his childhood always tried to creep upon him he was quick to push it back and opened his eyes once more. That part of his life he always kept locked away, he preferred not to think of it unless asked, and even then- he still preferred not to think about it too much, let alone talk about it. He sighed before stepping down to begin leading the way to the boat once he was certain Hannibal was outside, the door closing would indicate that for him.

Meanwhile, Gav seemed to have a rush of energy from being outside once again, his tail wagged as he’d lightly job and occasionally stop to hop into a playful stance before starting over again. It made Will wonder how long the dog had been alone for, what kind of owner he had before well, whatever happened to the previous owner of their temporary settlement. He didn’t seem too malnourished if at all, which meant not for long, or there was a food supply outside for him.

He dismissed the thought, he wasn’t here to investigate a dog, let alone investigate anything for that matter.

Upon hearing his name, he glanced over his shoulder, and a brow rose, “Really? I thought it would be an interesting show of determination across the sea.” He shook his head, “That won’t be necessary, our hermit has a decent-sized boat house, with a few outside and inside. I’ve been checking them out, and one is in running condition. Well, now it is.”

As they continued down a path, the boat house came into view he turned, briefly walking backward, careful of his footing and to make sure he didn’t step on Gav, “You’re more than welcome to look and give it a ride too. See if it’s to your non-scooping standards.”

mcflymemes

PROMPTS FOR TOUCH-STARVED MUSES * adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of action prompts

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

could you... do that again?

please come back.

hold me again.

i need to feel you close.

we could share the same bed.

could we try holding hands?

right there. just like that.

i want to know how it feels.

i like it when you're nearby.

if you could just... stay here for a while.

lean into me. it's okay.

i like your hugs.

i want you here.

please touch me.

your arms feel so safe.

stay close to me.

the bed feels so cold.

come into my arms.

let me hold you.

cling to me.

you can keep doing that.

you don't have to let go.

i feel safe when you're near me.

that feels so good.

that was... really nice.

i like it when you play with my fingers.

could you come a little closer?

you can play with my hair if you want.

you don't have to sit so far away.

would you sleep here with me?

you feel like home to me.

if you keep doing that, i can't promise i'll behave.

can i lay on you?

would you touch me again?

don't let go of me.

stay like this.

don't go.

ACTION PROMPTS

[ reach ] sender hesitantly reaches for receiver's hand, unsure if the action will be reciprocated

[ instinct ] sender takes receiver's hand on instinct in reaction to a startling sight or event, not even realizing they did it

[ cling ] sender wraps both of their arms around one of receiver's arms and clings

[ rest ] sender sits next to receiver and rests their head on receiver's shoulder

[ doze ] sender falls asleep with their head on receiver's shoulder

[ play ] sender clings to receiver's hand and begins absentmindedly playing with their fingers

[ reassure ] sender reassures receiver by rubbing their arm up and down, hoping to ease their stress

[ heart ] sender guides receiver's hand to their heart

[ quiver ] sender and receiver's hands brush with slight contact, causing receiver to shiver on instinct

[ come back ] receiver took their hand away, so sender reaches for it a second time, taking it back and refusing to let go

[ first hug ] sender pulls receiver into their first hug

[ lasting ] sender and receiver's innocent hug lasts a little longer than they both expected

[ trace ] sender lightly traces the shape of sender's face, exploring every part of their complexion with tender fingertips

[ comb ] sender takes their time brushing receiver's hair

[ refuse ] when receiver insists they break their hug, sender refuses and only tightens their grip around them

[ cuddle ] sender moves closer to receiver as they sleep and snuggles down beside them, finding comfort in their presence

[ pull back ] sender pulls receiver back into bed with them

[ nuzzle ] sender nuzzles into receiver's cheek with their nose

[ cheek ] sender caresses receiver's cheek

[ nose ] sender lightly taps the tip of receiver's nose

[ lips ] sender caresses receiver's lips with their fingertip

[ chest ] sender smooths a hand over receiver's chest

[ legs ] sender starts to drag a hand back and forth over receiver's legs

[ inner thigh ] as sender caresses receiver's thigh, they gently slip their hand between receiver's legs

[ distance ] unable to touch or embrace receiver, sender self-soothes by wrapping their arms around themselves

[ pinky ] sender and receiver hold hands by their pinky fingers

[ smooth ] sender takes their time caressing over every part of receiver's body

[ blanket ] sender wraps a blanket around their body and receiver's body, hudding close together

#{ .prompts }

Will's laugh always brought one image to mind, the one he had told Will he would forever see if ever stuck in his memory palace. There are more doors now; he constructed another area in the grand estate. While Hannibal's emotions were always met with small micro expressions at times, Will's facial structure exaggerated his feelings. Perhaps it was part of his empathy that he shared, how he connected with others.

How he connected with Hannibal.

Hannibal lifts his chin and steadies himself, his hand holding just underneath Will's jaw as he readies the needle. There was only a split second where he shifted his eyes to focus on Will's. The disinfectant wipes brushed across the wound before the needle was sliced into the open skin. "The human body fascinated me and I had the ability to draw intricate details of cadavers. The overall the power I felt... I could end a life or decide to preserve it." Will knew Hannibal now; there was no use holding together the person suit. Those stitches were unraveled many years ago to this man before him.

Another weaving of the fish line into flesh. "If I was to go about my work, my true work.." the work of exterminating the rude, ".. I could not be in the same field when the bodies turned up with near-surgical precision. Too suspicious. If you recall, I gave you the excuse that I extinguished one too many on the slab.. half-truth of it all." With a small smile, his eyes focused on his work until it was finished. He cut the remaining line, tying it in a knot.

He regarded Will's statement, momentarily pursing his lips as the needle was placed back into the kit. "Not every chapter, not every turn." Out of all the manipulations he had made, Will was always the unpredictable one. Betrayal after counter-betrayal. They inflicted a terrible dance upon one another.

He chose to lift his eyes to him again then. "Transportation in a discreet way will be crucial."