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[eatrude]

@lambsxwrath || lyrical starter call !      song: my consequence ( hey violets ) 

“ When you spill your guts they don't go back in -- if I say too much it's my consequence.  So take your razor love, and run it down my skin, if I bleed too much it's my consequence. “ 

[shcsallrightnow]

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Abigail was often impulsive by nature, so she quite rarely contemplated the consequences until it was far too late. Now, however, she could sense her mistake, and her cheeks grew hot as she curled her arms around herself.

“Don’t make it weird,” she warned. “I just... Sometimes you need to reach out to someone else, you know? Even in a physical way.”

Admittedly, Abigail felt a little ashamed. All her life, she’d been revered by men in some way -- predominately by her father -- and placed on a pedestal, so it had taken her aback to be questioned. She knew Will wasn’t trying to be cruel, but she still felt foolish and self-conscious as she gazed down at her boots. “I don’t know much about ‘bonding,’ but I guess you could call it that... Loneliness kind of makes it a necessity. Unless that was too weird?”

[hannibaltthecannibal]

Rough Touch

20. My Muse Grabs Your Muse’s Wrists

@lambsxwrath

“You will not leave me, Will. Not again.” Hannibal reinforced this point by gripping both of the other man’s wrists tightly. “You are mine. Do you understand me?”

[hannibaltthecannibal]

“What are you Afraid of?”

@lambsxwrath

“I have fears just as you or anyone else. I’m not immortal, not…immune to the darkest fears we all share. If I were forced to choose, my answer may not surprise you, Will. I fear losing those that I hold closest to me. I fear losing you.”

[hannibaltthecannibal]

"My kink is getting some fuckin sleep."

@lambsxwrath

“Ah, I see. Perhaps we could revisit this conversation after you’ve taken a nap, Will? Work has been quite stressful on you lately…” Although, if he were being honest, it might have been unprofessional of Hannibal to ask about his patient’s sexual desires in a therapy session. But he just couldn’t help it when it came to Will.

[shcsallrightnow]

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It was cold. Despite the winter months, Abigail had insisted on meeting Will down in the courtyard, no longer desirous of being kept cooped up inside. His confession brought a sudden, startled jolt to her heart.

Warily, Abigail turned toward Will and assessed his profile. “Have you seen a doctor?” she asked. “I know men are weird about doctors, and like…they never go -- my dad certainly didn’t -- but maybe you should.”

The unspoken insinuation was clear. She had always wondered if medicine could have saved her father, but now, she supposed, it was pointless to speculate.

Frowning, Abigail removed her right glove and held out her hand, hesitating a moment before laying her palm flat against Will’s brow. His skin felt clammy to the touch, but not the fire engine level of heat she had been expecting. “You’re warm,” she allowed, “but that might just be because I’m freezing…”

Chewing her lip, Abigail lowered her hand and shrank away from him. She contemplated on how to best word her question – on how to be as unoffensive and tactful as possible. “Will?” She swallowed, now slipping her glove back onto her shaking hand. “Since you don’t feel like yourself… Why do you think that is? Like…do you think maybe you could hurt or kill someone?”

She, too, often felt out of control and lost, and the idea of turning into her father terrified her.