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[soleiltm]

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As rage subsides Hannah drops the knife, shuffling off the body and settling beside it. She takes inventory of her appearance, clothing soaked with blood. Waiting nearby would be a bag with a change of clothes, something to slip into and something to store the soiled articles of clothing. All things considered, the kill had gone off without a hitch. Weeks of planning and research coming together for one perfect moment: the end of the victim's life. At least, that is, they were going as planned until the sound of footsteps fill the nighttime air. She scrambles to find the knife again, her grip on the handle effectively tightening as a figure approach. Heart rate elevated, she can hear it pounding in her ears. She's preparing for the worst, some frightened reaction. Someone scrambling for their phone to call the police, everything happening within a flash. And yet, it doesn't.

The figure does not seem to even react to the mess before him. At least, not that Hannah can tell. Such a sight instills a small sense of calm within her. It's false security, though not enough to make the blade lower. She keeps her distance, now speaking up. ❛ Who the hell 're you? ❜

[drgaslight]

Independent RP for NBC's Hannibal Lecter

♛ Private // Selective ♛ 18+ Blog // portrayed by Ven (they/she) ♛ Guidelines // Mun // Ask

[mirrormania]

@drgaslight || The doctor will see you now!

" And I see your tendency to redefine disease by what you need, And I'm afraid I can't prescribe the diagnosis that you seek... "

[wayfaringstrangxr]

🛏️ (for will)

They were on Hannibal's office as usual, the fireplace was lit and a comfortable heat kept the room warm. They had drank a bottle of wine already. Not enough to get Will drunk, but he would be less shy and more bold at this point.

As the doctor sat on the chair across the room, Will's eyes were fixed on him, on his lips, as they quietly stare at each other.

Will could've said he wasn't thinking straight, but it would be a lie. He was thinking straight as ever, only not driven by reason thought, but by his desires. He raises from his chair, pacing fast towards Hannibal and not hesitating to sit on his lap, one leg on each side and kissing him avidly, almost angrily.

[wayfaringstrangxr]

Z, -for Will <33

Sexy ABC | @drgaslight

Z ─ Zones. What are their most erogenous zones ?  Does their partner know all of them ?  Do they make sure to stimulate each other in said zones ?

His neck and pelvis are the most sensitive parts of his body. Will only lets his partner knows this if they're pretty intimate, if an one night stand or a brief relationship he won't tell. Hannibal would know, not because Will told him, but because he can notice how his body responds to be touched there.

Will makes sure to always stimulate his partner's favorite spots. Even when they're in public, because he's a little shit like that.

Wishlist: Hannibal touching his neck at all times to make him horny when he shouldn't be.

[anthrcpophagi]

With two plates in hand, he walked over to the table, in its usual high class decor, before setting one of the dishes down before the young woman. "A fine cut for the entree this evening." He hums as he sets his own plate down. It was pan-seared liver with an assortment of vegetables, carefully plated with the upmost artistry. Nothing less was to be excepted from Dr. Lecter. He takes his seat before beginning to gather his utensils in hand. "Please, help yourself."

She smells him before she sees him, the unmistakable scent of meat wafting in with him. Her mouth watered quicker than she thought possible. It felt like a dream, like she was sitting within the confines of a gilded frame on a museum wall. Everything was so elegant, so regal. She felt undeserving of being here, as though she were tarnishing it’s majesty with her sheer presence.

Her eyes take in the sight of the meal. Like an art piece, arranged to perfect it looked more pretty than appetizing. But the smell was irresistible. It wasn’t as though she’d never eaten before—she’d just never eaten like this before. Most of her meals had been raw, unthreatened and unprepared. The closest she got to a grilled meat was finding someone at the beach, their skin crispy with ultraviolet light and smothered in sunscreen.

“Are you sure?” Maren had already picked up her form, but she hesitated. Maybe he’d snap back to reality and realize what she was. He was high class and enjoyed luxury, while she was a mutt who cherished any scrap or morsel.

[wayfaringstrangxr]

hc + shoes (Will) hc + hair (Aziraphale)

Send me hc + a word of your choosing and I’ll write a headcanon relating to that word! | @drgaslight

Will has, at the most, two pairs of shoes. They're boots and despite being of a good material and last for some good years, they're worn off already. Will only got a third pair of shoes for his trial, because he had to use social clothes.

Hannibal goes full Miranda Priestly when he looks at Will's shoes

Aziraphale never had long hair. While not havng a physical body, he didn't needed to care for these things, he could choose how he looks like, but when incorporating a body, his hair will grow and he trims the ends every two weeks at George's saloon, a fine stablishment at the end of Whickber street, where the generations of owners are certain that he is an immortal witch and don't buy the history of his great grand-father first owning the bookshop and passing along to the next generations.

[intcthatgoodnight]

NONVERBAL PROMPTS // accepting

@drgaslight: ∗ 94 sender pulls receiver into their lap (for will)

He shouldn't be surprised by how fast Hannibal is, yet he's still caught off guard when strong arms grab him around the waist in one swift movement and pull him down onto a firm lap. Will shakes his head slightly in amusement. There’s no way this is comfortable for Hannibal, Will is much too heavy for this. He meets the older man's gaze, and purposely moves to lean against him, making himself more comfortable. “You’re gonna regret this when your legs go numb.” he teases with a smirk.