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[evelyn-art-05]

Like a deer in headlights. Sweet thing, don't you ever learn?

[will-grahams-gun]

Imagining Will waking up in bed alone, light shining through the window, some chirping heard through the house. A few minutes into keeping the softness of his surroundings close, he decides to get up, having a certain suspicion where is lover went.

The smell of coffee. An open front door. A Hannibal laying there with an open shirt on the porch, looking like a cat sunbathing with a hand lazily wrapped around his half empty mug. Sweet.

"That's what you left me for, huh?"

A breeze brushed past his waist, made him ever more aware of bare skin exposed to whatever would find itself in his lonely side of the world

"You missed me?" Hannibal's eyes opened slowly and annoyingly gleefully.

"I dreamt about you. I think."

Pushing himself past the doorframe and walking out to the porch, those eyes dropped down to bathe in the apparent reason Will would chase him down.

"Oh? It better be about me." A pause. An adoring look up to Will standing above him. "Tell me about it."

"Help me remember."

He settled down in Hannibal's lap, taking the opportunity to steal some kisses while he still felt his breath regulated enough to do so.

An obedient man did what he was told. A heavenly order in his eyes. The first sign of praise as a hurried rush of air passed from Will's lips to his as one more part of him met the sight of his lover's eyes.

He started with a slow motion. "Start talking." A demand that sounded like a plea. Still. The pleading man had a hostage and every intention to give it the Stockholm-adjacent treatment on the condition of good behaviour.

Shaky breaths and delightfully filthy fantasies were Hannibal's blood and breath for this number of minutes as Will clinged onto his hair and layd his head onto his shoulder in willful defeat

[kitteninbeanie]

Them clouds looking real bylery today

[arcandoria-archived]

How do I get P*tterheads to stop fucking following my blog.

I'm trans. You're not welcome here.

[theknocked]

something nice about such a plain character is that anything said goes. and theres a billion different ways he can be seen. my knocker is lanky and taller than me (im very short in person so hes be taller anyways) but like ive seen ripped knocker designs. Im neutral on buff knocker. leaning to theee no side... unless he isn't unrealistically ripped and just mildly muscular. But i see him as an entity of sort so He has capabilities without physical muscle mass. (strength is needed to weild an axe)

[breathdeeplyintothevoid]

Some can't resist the call to join in

[yougotcha]

POV: Kacchan's sorry..