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[hostestuosdevoret-blog]

ooc

i regret to inform you that i'm leaving for a trip tomorrow  and won't be back until next thursday. as such, i'll be on temporary hiatus until then. 

see you all soon!

[anempathsbecoming]

[ text ] Will, I think you may have sent a number of pictures to the wrong contact.

(Txt): What make’s you think I sent them to the wrong person, Dr. Lecter?

[theonlymanawake]

hannibal has come by,

The knock surprised him. He glanced at a clock on the wall - at Hannibal's suggestion he had put one in every room. Constant supervision. Two a.m. Stepping over a dog, Will walked to the from door, looking through the peep hole before opening the door, stepping to the side. He didn't look up but for one second. 

"I just put the kettle on." He said, gesturing into the main room. "If you wait a minute I can fix you something?"

[artofthehart-blog]

The time was approaching nine in the evening, leaving behind an empty quietness devoid of children's laughter who previously frolicked in the freshly fallen snow throughout the late afternoon. All that disturbed the quietness once before had ceased, and for Will, the silence was peaceful. If he closed his eyes and concentrated, he was able hear the creatures of the night - the scurrying of squirrels, calls of ravens and the heavy breath of the Stag somewhere nearby.

He was supposed to be at Hannibal's office for his scheduled weekly appointment an hour ago, though instead in a state of unawareness his feet had carried him to the private premise of the psychiatrist. Although the wind was chill, the snow that fell throughout the day had dispersed into sheets of rain that blanketed the province of Baltimore, Maryland and onto the man who sat on the pathway leading to the house. A thought to sit by the door under the shelf of the balcony to shield himself from the weather did not occur to Will as he sat waiting for the landowner to return home. He couldn't see through the dense fog any easier by doing so, yet he found himself unwilling to move regardless. Will had little remembrance on how he had ventured to the place to begin with yet he vaguely recalled that he had wished to discuss something important with Hannibal. Now however, he could not remember just what that thought was and so instead he sat and waited, feverish with the occasional cough that disrupted the content smile plastered on his lips.

As time gradually drew on, the night become progressively darker, disturbed only by the flickering bulbs of the street lights and the streaks of light of passer-bys in their cars. When his body began to jerk in protest to the cold, Will huddled into his parker jacket, soaked through to his body so that it clung to his skin. Though as he resided to nap whilst he waited, the flash of headlights seared his eyes behind closed lids and he squinted unseeingly at the vehicle that pulled up in the driveway. He lolled his head to the side to stare at the figure that stepped out and whom paused momentarily to look at him from where he stood at the car door.

'I don't have my phone on me to call you...' Will announced to the approaching figure who came to stand in front of him under a large, black umbrella. Though Will was unable to distinguish the face through hazed eyes, he presumed that it was Hannibal that stood in front of him and he offered him a smile. 'You're late.' He noted as he blinked back the tiny droplets of water that fell from his fringe.

[empaethy]

(( places my url in your askbox before backing away slowly ))

sssh no don’t back away come back let me love you and pet you and stroke your hair and braid it and cry over your Hannibal because it’s one of my favorites like holy crap you capture Lecter’s voice beautifully and I cry every time you write something. I loved threading with you though I seemed to have missplaced the thread a while back but we shOULD THREAD AGAIN DESPITE ME BEING A HORRIBLE PERSON AND ONLY DOING THEM WEEKLY. 

Send me URLs and I’ll talk about them

[apsychoanalystsnightmare-blog]

✆

[empaethy]

drowns you in ◊

drowns and dies and comes back to haunt you

but in a nice way

where I make nice things happen to you

and shower you in love

and puppies

and cupcakes

Send me a ◊ if I RP my character well or send me a ╬ if I need to improve my character and why.

[nature---vs---nurture-blog]

Climbing the wall had always been a sense of relief for Abigail. Finally giving her time to do as she wished. Go and see anyone that may hold her interest or just do something as simple as walk along the streets in hopes of passing by unnoticed. This however would not be the case tonight and she could tell by the feeling in her gut. 

Her father had encouraged her to always trust it, always. He'd place his hands on her stomach, fingers quivering to do what she knew he wanted to. He wanted to spill her insides out onto the floor and down to his feet. He wanted to take her life essence into him like he had with the other girls. Surround himself by her, honoring her.

Swallowing hard she pulled her jacket tight around her frame and headed towards the quieter parts of the city. The streets were almost bare, save for the few who seemed to be in groups or sitting on a bench smoking a cigarette.

Her blue hues fell upon one of the shop windows, eyeing a hunting rifle. Her very own flashing into her mind. The memory of the slick texture along the palm of her hands and the trigger that always kept her in focus. As if she were using it for strength. 

She turned away and walked past the store, no need to be looking at that stuff. Not tonight.

The knot in her stomach was almost deafening. The warning was clear and she wasn't quite ready to face the source of this anxiety. Tucking her hands in her pockets as if she were just cold, she sent out a text to an unknown contact in her phone, hoping she would get someone that could help should there be an issue. Knowing everyone who could help was far too far away. Maybe, just maybe they were in town tonight. Maybe they had come to see her and she was gone.

Hope is for the weak. Her father's voice whispered into her ear, raising the hair on the back of her neck. She turned, taking a deep breath and hoping this would prove to be just a dud. An inkling that meant nothing.

But the face she saw was something. 

The father of Elise Nichols stood just mere inches from her, his hand reaching out to grip her arm tight. He walked along the streets, his grip tightening to an almost bruising force. "Abigail Hobbs."

Her eyes were wide. The man had changed from the images she saw when at Elise's home. He was no longer smiling or broken as she thought he would be. His expression was dark, lips pursed and no sign of emotion could be seen among his dead eyes. This was frightening. This was what she could see in her Father's eyes when he would go to the place she feared the most.

He wants to kill you, baby girl. 

The voice of Garret came out of nowhere, knocking the wind out of her as the girls father threw her up against a brick building. Out in the open wasn't such a wonderful way to treat her like this. But then again, the streets were almost bare. "You think I don't...don't know that you and my daughter were friends." He huffed, sweat dripping from his skin and his breath smelled heavily of alcohol.

"You're--You're drunk Mr. Nichols." She gasped, his grip tightening on her shoulder. 

"I'm not. That's just the mask for me not being responsible for what I do to you. Gloves. A street. I'll leave your body in a ditch. Or should I strangle you and place you back in bed like your father did to my precious Elise? Would you like that?" That last bit was screamed out at her, his face drawing dangerously near her own and fist coming in contact with the brick beside her head.

Help.