#hannibalibre

[youweresoafraid]

Hannibalibre mood board

[redderz]

Leon and I can finally share our cosplays for the Sunday of RDC3! :D Inspired by gifsets of Mads as Le Fantome and Hugh in Savage Grace, we decided to do Season 4 Cuba Hannibal and Will. :D

[eepy-pleepy]

The Chesapeake Deadrise

Rating: M

Word Count: ~2700

Summary:

Hannibal lifted the hat from Will’s face. Blue eyes, dark in the half light, opened to regard him impassively.

“You’re missing the sunset, Will."

Will lifted the wineglass to his lips.

“Why were you late?”

Hannibal stretched out in the second chair on the porch, settling Will’s hat over his own eyes. He released a long breath.

“One too many shadows tonight.”

Will pressed his eyes shut, then turned his head to stare out over the fading horizon. His fingertips gentled up and down the stem of his glass.

“Too damn hot here anyway."

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[hannibal-stop]

Is this Hannibal season 4? - sketch 2

[novamare]

Painting Our Insides Red by novamare

There was something enthralling about cadmium red deep. It was a small tube, just one of many in Will’s new palette, but it was his favorite color already, the one that he sometimes splashed over otherwise completed landscapes, just to give the cliffs and beaches and lowland forests of Cuba something special. Will couldn’t name exactly what that was. But it was hidden somewhere inside a tube of cadmium red deep.

He dragged the bristles of an ox hair brush through a swatch of cadmium red deep and swiped it across a bare canvas. It looked something like a fatal wound, a gapping of pale and perfect flesh to reveal the life inside. How beautiful even death could be, Will thought as he added another long gash to the canvas. He didn’t know what it would become. He never did. Sometimes his body moved without him, creating something even his darkest mind couldn’t create. Stacks of finished canvases lined the room that he had coopted as his studio.

In the beginning, he had focused on landscapes. They were real the way many subjects—humans, particularly—were not always. And this part of the island, just a few miles from Havana, was full of landscapes for the taking. But landscapes quickly became dull. There was not enough cadmium red deep in nature to suit Will.

It had been Hannibal who had first recommended Will begin painting other subjects. Foods, perhaps, Hannibal had suggested with a wry glimmer in his eyes. Will had tried, but never were the meals there long enough for him to capture them properly. To eat was to destroy the image in Will’s head. So he had begun painting other things. His shoes, Hannibal’s immaculate side of their closet, flowers from the garden. The stag that sat at the tree line but never came closer. Once when he had been sitting in a café in town, Will had mentioned the stag to a local. The woman had frowned and told him that there are no deer in Cuba. Will had smiled and gone home to paint a long, hard dash of cadmium red deep through the stag’s neck.

[amarriageoftrueminds]

someone being rude to Hannibal in front of Will and Hannibal going into MurderMode and Will noticing 

someone being rude to Hannibal in front of Will and Will going into MurderMode and Hannibal noticing (and being Smoten* again)

someone being rude to Will in front of Hannibal and Hannibal going into MurderMode and Will noticing

someone being rude to Hannibal in front of Will and them both going into MurderMode (and Hannibal being Smoten again)

someone being rude to Will in front of Hannibal, and them both going into MurderMode (and Hannibal being Smoten again!!!)

or someone being rude to them both, simultaneously, and them both going into MurderMode (and Hannibal being Smoten again!!!!!)

Will having to physically restrain Hannibal from killing someone in public**

Hannibal having to physically restrain Will from killing someone in public**

*smoten=past tense of smitten

**possibly by gentle hand on the thigh under the table, possibly with shoving up against a wall***

***and the murderfrottage ~*Awakens Things™*~

[amarriageoftrueminds]

Me: [still in the bar, sobbing brokenly on the bartender’s shoulder while he awkwardly pats me on the back] No, no, you don’t understand you don’t understand because there’s gunna be this Moment, right, where someone is going to be rude to Hannibal again, and his eyes his Eyes will do The Thing™ where they go all black and murdery, and Will is going to be on the other side of the room, watching the rude person too, from behind the rude person, all predator-y, and Hannibal will suddenly become *physically aware* of him like from balls to bones and his eyes will drift past the rude person and he’ll look up at Will just as Will deliberately flicks his eyes up at him with those stupid scalpel sharp fuckingfUCKING eyelashes and we’ll know that they’re both thinking the same thing and realising that the other one is watching him thinking the Thing and both of them are gunna get such a charge off knowing that the air in the room between them is going to fucking siZZLE *hiccups and slides off barstool*

[amarriageoftrueminds]

Me: [in a bar, leaning over the counter to grasp the bartender’s forearm urgently] No, no, look, right, listen- Hannibal, in season 4, wearing a hat, right, and not realising that he's developed the reflexive habit of taking it off, whenever Will walks into the room, okay??? because that’s what gentlemen are supposed to do when entering sacred spaces, or in the presence of a lady????