#(will interactions)

[taleswrittena]

@thefvrious sent

∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . to will from hannibal

100 nonverbal prompts||accepting

Waking up in a cold sweat, Will nearly forgets where he is and who he is with. He wakes up with erratic breathing, chest heaving up and down with each and every gasping breath he takes and he can feel his heart going a mile a minute, pounding against his ribcage as if it were a bird trying to get free from its confines.

The nightmare had been bloody as they always are. Filled with murder and things he rather not think about and yet is forever imprinted on his mind.

The sound of Hannibal's voice brings him back to reality, his voice and the touch on his shoulder and then his back shouldn't be so soothing and yet, Will finds himself leaning into the touch against his better judgment.

He's silent until he can get his breathing under control and when he does, Will lifts his gaze to meet Hannibal's. "I'm fine." A lie he so often tells even when he knows the Doctor can see right through him.

[storieswrittcnarch]

@das-mannlein​ sent your muse applying pressure to my muses bleeding wound. (works either way, for Will

They’re both injured, it seems, but only one of them seems far worse than the other. It’s a wonder they’d managed to survive a fall like that and here they are, licking their wounds, when Will’s intent had been to kill them both.

Funny how life works. He could easily just leave Hannibal to tend to his wounds, or die, but there is something within the former profiler that tells him not to. A part of him that knows he needs Hannibal now that his plan had failed miserably.

They’re both killers. Both have this darkness inside of them, it’s always been there - lurking under the surface, waiting to come out. Or rather, waiting to be pushed out. Finally, he has cracked, and the looming darkness has spilled out of those cracks.

There is no going back now.

Which is why he’s sitting here, allowing Hannibal to tend to his wounds. It is nothing serious, luckily, but it’s enough that the bleeding needs to be stopped. No major veins or organs have been damaged but it is a rather large gash upon his forhead that probably needs stitches.

The rest of his body seems okay, albeit covered in bruises. Eyes trail over Hannibal’s form to silently assess his wounds, too. Nothing too grave, it seems.

“I don’t need your help.” Yet, he allows the other to do exactly that. “I’m fine.” But, oh, he is too tired to shove Hannibal away. Tired of fighting, tired of it all. Where do they go from here?

[absentialucis]

( will+gwen )

( closed starter for @gwxndolyn​ )

Icaria was an interesting place, that was to be sure. It didn’t surprise him one bit that Mike had decided to settle down in a place like this. After his brother popped into his dream, which was a sensation that Will wasn’t sure he would have ever had again, he was excited to settle down somewhere. It would be nice to be near his brothers again and from the sounds of it about a dozen cousins running around here. Making his way towards the grocer, Will made a stop at a fruit stand ran by a rather happy man and his dog. He wanted to support local business and wanted to see if any of the fruit would go great in a cocktail at the speakeasy. Turning to the woman walking down the street, he gestured for her to stop. “Have you tried their fruit before? Do you think they’re any good -- wait, Gwen?” His heart nearly stopped at the familiar face staring back at him. She was the last person he ever expected to find here.

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@shcsallrightnow​ continued from here

Truthfully, he’s not sure why either. There’s this need to protect her. A need that he can not get rid of. He’s empathetic towards her and he finds that he wants to help her. It must not be easy, finding out your father is a serial killer and learning how to move on from that.

“Absolution? That’s not what I’m looking for, Abigal. I just want to help you.”

[taleswrittena]

@heartscfvalor sent ❛ did you hurt yourself? ❜ --Abigail to Will?

"Hm?" For a moment, there is a puzzled expression that crosses Will's features. Until he looks down and spots the blood upon his hands and clothes. Right, he should have cleaned up before he came to check on her.

Once more, his gaze lifts, to meet her concerned gaze. She seems completely worried about him and while it is a sweet notion, it is unneeded. He's not injured, only messy.

There's a forced smile that makes itself known next as he really wishes he would have remembered to change and shower. She's been through enough, she doesn't need to see him all bloody and risk panicking her given the flashbacks it could bring back.

He's in his own head now and he shakes his head in a back and forth motion, as if to shake the thought aside before forcing himself back to reality. "No, no. I'm not hurt. Just.....a hazard of the job. I should have cleaned up, sorry about that. I just wanted to check in on you."

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@whisperingchrysalis​ sent For Will: ❝ you’re starting to remind me of me. ❞

“I am nothing like you, Doctor Lecter.” But, that’s not entirely true, is it? Will has that same darkness inside of him that Hannibal does. That same manipulative behavior, that same willingness to do what must be done, a viciousness that he keeps buried deep. His darkness is what he believes to be a righteous one, everything he does is for a just reason but that certainly doesn’t change the fact that he and Hannibal are alike more than Will likes to admit. 

“I am not a murderer or a cannibal.” Ah, but he could be, couldn’t he? One push in one direction and Will isn’t sure he wouldn’t be capable of murder. He is very much capable, he knows it, he simply hasn’t been pushed that far quite yet.

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@topbitchinnewyork​ continued from here

For a moment, Will thinks he’s just seeing things. Abigal should be dead. She’s laying in the coffin ahead of them, The first words out of his mouth are ‘are you okay?’ considering that she has slumped to the ground in what seems like extreme exhaustion. 

It doesn’t take long for her to recover and move back onto her feet and that gives Will and even better look at her face. She looks like Abigal. There are some differences, she wears more make-up and has a different style of clothing but the resemblance is uncanny.

Her personality also couldn’t be more different. Her words draw attention to her, they turn their head and stare at her as if they can’t believe what they are seeing in front of them and Will can’t blame them. What he knows for certain, though, is that Abigal is still dead.

Did she have a twin no one knew about?

Where is here?

What an odd question. Especially if Abigal was this woman’s sister. Did she hit her head? Maybe she dissociates like he does? 

“You’re in Virginia. Do you not remember who’s funeral this is?” He nods his head in the direction of a picture by the casket of Abigal who looks a lot like her. “Is she your sister?”