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hxnnibxl replied to your post:[[I feel like such a terrible person for how much...

{ I’m sorry you’re feeling this way, friend. Relationship shit is always the worst!! You know I’m here for you if you ever need someone to vent to! }

[[You’re too sweet, darling. I know you’re super busy, though, and I’d hate to heap my problems on you <3 But it’s always comforting to hear.]]

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Falsi Amanti    ---- Will & Hannibal                                                              ( hxnnibxl )

Will has been shutting down his surroundings for quite a while now, retreating himself from the current circumstances as a coping mechanism. He has made his choice, yet part of him knows it has probably been the wrong one. There’s a thirsty curiosity that he’s still not able to  allow himself to admit it being more than a game of deception. He looks around, blinking slowly and he finds himself inside the plane already, sitting next to the devil. He has not lost time, he has just chosen to ignore it. His eyes land on the man lazily and he stays quiet for a moment before finally deciding to allow himself out. He has no idea of the plans Hannibal Lecter has from now on. He’s just very aware there’s no escape. He’s a fugitive now. He has chosen his s i d e.                                          “...Where-- are we landing exactly in Italy?”

[theshatteredteacup]

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                                                    Tonight...

It had been pouring when they stepped out into the darkness. The rain was cold as it trickled down his forehead and the nape of his neck. Like a child, Will slid to the edge of his seat and pressed his face close to the chilled glass; his warm breath spilled over the surface and for a moment, everything outside was obscured in fog. The house at Wolf Trap was like a darkened lighthouse surrounded by a still and desolate sea of shadows and he turned 'round in his seat to watch as the darkness swallowed it up.

The dog food had clattered against the dog bowls like rain on the roof top. Winston and Buster and the rest had pounced onto the meal, burying their snouts into their bowls and wagging their tails. Their contentment and seeming lack of care was something that Will often envied. He crouched among them, touseling their fur and scratching their ears and offering each a small kiss before rising to his feet. Winston had been the only one to follow him from the room into the hall, and when Will bid him to stay, he sat just inside of the door and whined a soft goodbye.

He had scribbled his note in his casual hand on the back of a receipt- it was the first paper he had found on the counter. The note was brief and was little more than an apology and a request that the dogs be given good homes. At the last moment, he added a line that told her not to look for him and for a moment he lingered hunched over the crinkled paper and the pen. There were many things he would have liked to say, but in the end, they had not been meant to be and it was better to keep such childish thoughts locked away in a deeper part of his mind- in the place where childhood dreams and fantasies were kept safe.

The ride in the taxi had been quiet and while the vehicle quietly rumbled over the dark, rain slick road, he had felt as if something were cutting deep into his core. All that he had been was spilling through his fingers and pooling at his feet and no matter how he tried, he could not stop himself from emptying. His head was spinning and his heart was pounding. The pain was an almost physical thing, stalking him into the airport; he felt a strong and primal urge to flee the suffocating crowds. From his seat by the window, he could see the earth falling away beneath him. But a hand gripped his trembling fingers and gave them a reassuring squeeze. The same hand tucked him in a blanket and eased a pillow beneath his head, which had begun to droop toward his chest. He was weary from the weight of his farewells. Turning his head, his pale eyes found the man seated beside him and offered a nervous smile. 

“Where are we going?”

[theoriginalbloodcountess]

Welcomed Guest

"He is here, Madam."

Slowly, she turned away from her garden after cutting the last of the rotting leaves away. Just like humans if one was rotten they must be cut from the vine before it infected the rest of the group. She wondered if this was how her house guest saw humans before he ended up on FBI's Most Wanted. The thought of his face on those flyers made her smile as she walked out of her green room, down the hallway, and to the sitting room. She ordered her servant to allow him entrance where they could sit, talk, reminiscence about the old days, before finally getting to the task at hand. Keep him safe.

She invited him to stay in her house until the mess in the States blew over and to evade any one here who would recognize him. "I can only hope he hasn't fed recently around here." She couldn't risk him having his first meal without her help to find the best villages and people to dine. Just like the old days.

"Hannibal, it has been far too long," she said, entering into the sitting room.

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           “ -- I don’t know what they’ve told you                                     about me, but none of it is true. I’m not                                     insane, I’m just too brilliant for them to understand. “