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Dance with the Devil || Hannibal

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“It’s almost disappointing, Doctor Lecter.” Will stepped out of the shadows of Hannibal’s kitchen, giving his mentor pause as he made to grab something from his refrigerator. He’d only been released from prison a short time ago, but he couldn’t bear to stay away. As soon as Jack had allowed him, he’d left and drove straight to Hannibal Lecter’s home. 

Without waiting for Hannibal to respond, Will took another step closer. “Almost disappointing,” he sighed. “That it seems like... You really don’t know me after all.” He couldn’t help recalling their last conversation in a kitchen. He’d nearly shot Hannibal, but he remembered it so clearly; he would never have pulled the trigger. He just wanted to see what the other would do. What he’d done, really, was nothing. It was boring. But he had the chance to redeem himself now.

“Do you see me now, Doctor Lecter?”

[shcblindedmewithscience]

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Though social by nature, Beverly Katz couldn’t help but be leery when Hannibal Lecter extended a dinner invitation. The offer had also been extended to Dr. Alana Bloom, but her concerns were not assuaged by this information. Will would be expecting news. Regardless of her intentions, she knew she couldn’t let Hannibal sense any ulterior motives. If he was who Will said he was -- if he was a cold-blooded killer -- Beverly knew that he was extremely intelligent, and had managed to avoid detection all these years for a reason.

So now, with a peace offering of sorts tucked beneath her arm, Beverly milled out on the grand front stoop of Lecter’s manor. Just as she moved to try the doorbell again, the door swung open and she froze with her arm midair, now offering a Cheshire grin as she held up the Scotch. “Hey, there,” she greeted. “Seeing how I’m not too accustomed to gatherings of this nature, I hope it’s kosher that I brought booze. I’m not sure what you like, but my dad always said you can’t go wrong with a nice Scotch.” She discreetly checked for Dr. Bloom’s car. “Am I early?”

[mrwxllgraham]

Broken Teacup || Hannigram

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“It’s been ten days, four hours and twenty minutes since I killed that man,” Will was saying. He looked shaken even then, his face overgrown and shadowed by lack of sleep. He’d been one of the best on the force, one of Boston’s finest for many years without a single incident. Then all at once he’d been thrown. It was effecting him worse than he could have imagined; he’d always thought it wouldn’t hurt so much, his life would have been in danger, he would have been doing the right thing.

Now, ten days, four hours and twenty-two minutes later, he couldn’t shake the grief. He hadn’t done the right thing. A man was dead now at the hands of Sargent William Graham, and he couldn’t do anything to save him. The only thing he could do was go to a psychiatrist, one who didn’t know him as well as the one from the office, one who could look objectively at what he’d done and judge him fairly. Raising his eyes to Dr. Lecter, Will rubbed a hand over his mouth unconsciously. “I can’t stop... Thinking about it,” he breathed.

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Meet Dr. Lecter || Hannigram

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If Will hadn’t made himself perfectly clear in their meeting with Jack, he wished that he would have known a the time. He was starting to get annoyed with his new psychiatrist trailing along behind him as he went about his business. He didn’t have classes that day, but he’d hoped to get some of his lectures figured out before he had any the next day. Now he couldn’t because he didn’t want to risk this Doctor Lecter finding out where his office was, lest he come pester him there on top of in Jack’s office.

Pausing, Will sucked in a breath and attempted to sound as polite as possible. “Is it really necessary for you to follow me?” he asked, eyes firmly focused on Dr. Lecter’s shoulder as opposed to his face. He hated looking into people’s eyes, it made him uneasy. “If this is some kind of guerrilla tactic to get me used to you so I’ll come to therapy, I’m sorry but it’s not working.”

[the-liars-you-love]

Listening to "Save the Last Dance for Me" and all I see is Hannibal and Christine, tbh