#for hannibal

[sevenstar707]

Now that I’m obsessed with Hannibal, I have to watch it again to really get familiar with it. Mister William Graham. That lil cutie is on another level. Season two that man became an accomplice. Season three I dare say he gets villainous himself.

[eatrude]

@dorzalta / sc.  ↳ like real people do / hozier

“  I will not ask you where you came from -- I will not ask and neither should you. “ 

[ethicalbvtcher-blog]

me staring longingly @ this account

[justaboymadeofhoneyandglass]

I am officially a simp

[doehunt]

yeah it was love at first sight

[lovecrimevariations]

Hannibal crying.I mean not like tears of joy when he finally has sex with Will,but like really sad big fat tears and Will comforting him.

It was Will’s fault, really.He knew he could more than hold his liquor, with his stomach made of iron and a liver probably calcifying to match.But God, after three weeks on blank open water, he wanted some whiskey. Some good fucking whiskey. Once they made port, he knew Hannibal could provide.And provide he did. Hannibal had stashed a treasure trove of expensive liquor in the sterile duplex he’d brought them to. Will wondered absently on first observation if their ending had always been inevitable, considering how amply Hannibal had provided for him.They sat together in the sparse living room and plowed through a bottle of Macallan, toasting their health and survival, laughter growing steadily loud and raucous. Halfway through the second, veins warmed and eyes soft, the mood tempered into something more quiet and maudlin. Hannibal was tripping over his words, accent thickening around the edges. Now and then he would stop halfway through a sentence, trailing off as his eyes lost focus and found themselves somewhere else completely. Will tried to follow, but whatever gates Hannibal had raised remained locked.He realized then that he’d never seen Hannibal Lecter drunk. It was an interesting study, and it poked and chipped at his own defenses.He rolled his wrist, ice clinking against the empty glass, which echoed in the mostly empty room. There was no life here, except for the two of them.“I miss my dogs,” Will said.Hannibal absorbed this, took another too-large drink of his own. He rubbed his lips together pensively, and then something cracked along the restrained lines of his face.“I miss Mischa,” Hannibal said quietly. A plump tear rose up and slipped down his cheek. He looked at Will, his mask discarded.“I miss my sister.”Will set his glass down, watching uncertainly as another tear fell free, then another. Hannibal began to hunch over, shoulders shaking as more and more tears fell. He wiped ungraciously at his nose, perhaps the most human gesture Will had ever seen him perform.Silver tracks painted thick lines on his cheeks, and he made shuddery gasping sounds that were entirely too raw to hear so close at hand. Will had barely held onto the road map of Hannibal’s mind thus far, but now he’d strayed too far off course to know what to do.“Do you - should I go?”Hannibal looked up, seemingly baffled by Will’s presence. He sniffed once, eyes red and wet, then he blinked and sniffed again.“Will,” he whispered, “I have forgotten myself.” He bowed his head, digging the heels of his palms into his forehead. Will hovered, prepared to give a courteous exit, and Hannibal shuttered out a long sigh.“Please stay,” he whispered, face still held in his hands.Will sat beside him, waiting as Hannibal tried to draw his composure back together. Another sob tumbled out, then a shuddering pained noise as he attempted to swallow the last of his grief down. Will could see how uncomfortable Hannibal felt, how unequipped he was to bear this lump of sorrow.“I’m sorry,” Will said softly.He reached with a stiff hand to pat Hannibal’s back, and Hannibal melted into it. He crumpled himself small, and Will stroked him, making gentle shushing noises.“Let it out,” he said, wincing at the silliness of his platitude. Hannibal chuckled drily beneath him.“I am not a child,” Hannibal told him, though the petulant tone didn’t help. “I’m aware of how nonsensical this is.”Will shrugged, fingers still moving in circles. “I’ve seen you cry before.”“Yes,” Hannibal said, “because I wanted you to.”The tears were still leaking out, but they’d slowed to a trickle, and he wiped them away with his thumbs.“I will have a wretched headache in the morning,” he lamented.“Yeah,” Will said, “I’ll make you eggs.”He rested his hand on the back of Hannibal’s neck, massaging a little.“I could get used to this, you know.”Hannibal looked up at him, bleary-eyed. “What?”“You, vulnerable. Me taking care of you.”“Don’t be so pedestrian,” Hannibal snapped, or at least he tried to, but the syllables tripped a little on his tongue.Will rolled his eyes, shaking his head and combing Hannibal’s hair back from his face. “Well fuck you too,” he chided fondly, and, feeling particularly bold, he lay a quick kiss to Hannibal’s temple. Hannibal looked up in surprise.“What was that?” he asked.“Incentive.” Will stood before Hannibal could pull him back, though the backs of his fingers brushed Will’s side.“I’m getting you a large glass of water,” Will said as he went, “go brush your teeth, no one likes cotton mouth in the morning.”He paused in the kitchen doorway, hand resting at the frame.“Especially the person waking up next to you.”

[tookalittlejourneytotheunknown]

I am so tired but I don't wanna sleep