#c. will

[calebarchived]

WILL saintsbury. there was something deep down that caleb knew was more than just an enjoyment for messing with the other, that likely bordered on deep seeded infatuation, that the dealer was far to drunk to ignore as he approached the hockey player. caleb himself had known will in high school, had played lacrosse against him practically his entire life. another mental note to stop fantasizing about the chance to play on the same team, if either of them had decided to follow that path. “i’m a little disappointed you didn’t go as jason,” caleb snorted as he leaned his palm against the wall, standing uncomfortably close to will as he took in the other’s costume. “but that hockey mask would have covered up too far much of your face, huh?” so forward, so drunk, so in awe of will at the worst of times. @saintsburyy

[recquiec]

@behaviorisms // starter call. 

The house is ... confusing, at first.  The first few times she sees it because she can’t REMEMBER a house ever being there -- she’s stuck chasing TIME for a while.  Reconciling the edge of the treeline and the house ... the trees used to extend so much further ... it takes a very long time to get to the house.  She isn’t sure exactly how long ... 

But the LIGHTS are what draw her.  The lights that call across the vast dark of the empty, tree-less and bare field.  ( Like a little boat on the sea.  It drifts in the black. )  The dogs don’t like her at first -- they make an AWFUL racket when she comes to the door and lets herself in with a curiosity she needs to sate.  The dogs seem to confuse HIM too -- as their noise draws him forward to investigate and she studies him beyond his sight.  ( Oh, she must have inadvertantly WOKEN him.  Why are all the lights on then?  It’s late, isn’t it?  The moon is HIGH and nearly setting, dawn will be coming soon. ) 

He’s soft with the dogs, and she likes that.  She likes the dogs, too, she decides.  And the littlest one warms up to her first.  

-- She decides to stay.  She’s never belonged to a PLACE.  ( Or, not that she can remember. ) 

When she drifts too close to him, he goes very still, the hand currently laving attention on the dogs goes still too -- as though he FEELS her, and that’s ... that’s never happened before.  So tentatively, Adelaide reaches a hand to brush against his face curiously.  ( She wishes she could pet the dogs ... that’s not within her power though. ) 

[collectiveinfinity]

@hxartbrxaker

       “ wait wait wait -- back up a sec !  I got distracted, dude said w h a t to you ?  Like, in public ?  What the fuck. “  && Yui takes a hit off the blunt, extends a hand to offer it over the Will as the smoke curls up from deep in his lungs.  “ I cannot believe I missed out on this. “ 

[eatrude]

@behaviorisms 

If he’s being honest with himself, he expected police presence.  He’d suspect Jack himself to be hiding somewhere among the brush and wilderness of Will’s cabin but he sees nothing, hears nothing, smells nothing -- nothing of any note.  He doesn’t knock -- doesn’t especially care if that’s rude.   Given the lack of attention to the place, he expects it to be empty ... imagine his surprise to find the door unlocked and someone still home. 

“ ... forgive me for not knocking.  I wasn’t entirely certain anyone would be home -- but you seem to have been expecting me. “ He steps into the dining room, watching Will with a keen stare.  How long does he have before Crawford and his men are closing in ?  

[eatrude]

@behaviorisms / sc. 

“ I’ve never asked if there was a myth or story you were particularly fond of. “  It’s spoken idly over dinner preparations -- though he’s been fairly quiet so it seems he’s been musing over it for a bit.  “ At first glance I wouldn’t have imagined you so fond of them at all -- but you’ve never floundered at any mention of them.  I would assume then that there must be one you consider yourself more fond of. “ 

[eatrude]

@behaviorisms 

“ I shall assume from the furious stare you’re giving your tablet that it has gravely offended you ... that, or there’s been unpleasant news.  Tell me, how is miss lounds? “  He’s only just entered the kitchen -- if Will is aware of him, he hasn’t made any move to acknowledge his presence.  He wouldn’t be surprised if he were so engrossed in whatever he’s reading ( very likely tattlecrime, given the look of displeasure.  That particular brand miss freddie lounds seems so apt at pulling forth. ) but he knows they keep such a high alert to one another.  Always aware of the rotation of the other, their presence at the edge of the senses.  He wouldn’t be surprised if Will had been aware of him from the moment he’d risen from bed. 

“ care to join me for breakfast today, Will ? “ He asks, because too often of late they withdraw and avoid one another.  The easy intimacy shared on the cliff has vanished -- they’re not both one foot in the grave anymore, but they’re still licking their wounds and snapping their teeth if the other ventures too close.  UNCOMFORTABLE with vulnerability.  

[eatrude]

@behaviorisms 

He doesn’t know, REALLY, what to expect on the other side of the door.  He’s seen Will in varying degrees of ... mess, for lack of a better term.  Hair usually disheveled, unshaven, dark curls a wild halo around his features.  Seen him in a prison jumpsuit and baggy clothes that didn’t compliment his figure very well.  

This is ... a pleasant sort of surprise.  Hannibal can’t help the way his eyes sweep over Will’s figure to take in the new appearance, cleaner lines, hair trimmed and neatly swept back from his eyes, unruly curls tamed.  ( He reminds Hannibal of a Greek statue.  He’s struck by the urge to sketch this version of Will before he forgets -- the way he turns to face the door when it opens, the slight lift of his brow and the look of challenge and invitation of intrigue.  As if to say ‘look, look what I’ve done for you.’ ) 

They both know it’s equal parts manipulation and curiosity, don’t they ? 

“ Will.  I was surprised to hear from Jack ... that you’d decided to go to therapy.  I’m honored you felt confident enough in my ... care for you in the hospital -- to have stayed with me.  Please, come in. “