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[wantcnmalice]

last time, on hannibal ( x ) @manhuntertm​

In his arms is his favorite place to have Will Graham. Their fingers intertwine and as he often is when it comes to Will, Hannibal is filled with warmth. Even after all these years, Will is adored. There are times when just looking at him causes Hannibal’s chest to ache.

“I believe you will find you’re rather stuck with me,” he responds, gracefully moving on from the topic Will clearly is not in the mood to discuss. ‘Stuck’ indeed. They have been unable to stay outside of one another’s orbits, despite the best efforts of the world around them. Despite even their own efforts.  

He turns his face so he can press his lips to the crown of Will’s head, lingering to breathe in the scent of soft curls. It is good to have him here; safe, alive, and ready to begin healing.

“Do you have any idea how precious you are to me?”

@manhuntertm​

[blessedxsilence]

“ you changed me. ”

“Does it make you feel better or worse that I never intended to?”

[blessedxsilence]

i can’t sleep nights.

“I’m often in the same boat.” She replied. “Got a pretty good hot toddy recipe, but the most it does is keep you from waking up from your night terrors so you sleep through to morning.” Clarice looked through her bag to find a notepad. “I can write down the recipe, if you like.” She tracked down the notepad and pen. “Things get a little calmer just after I solve a case, but they come back. They always come back.”

[blessedxsilence]

@manhuntertm

Starling checked to make sure she had everything she needed before closing the trunk of the car she’d been loaned by the Miami field office. A four hour flight and nearly eight hours in traffic, not to mention the ferry, to get to the Keys had left her a little ragged. At least she’d been able to sleep on the flight for a bit, she thought. At least she had come prepared, including her outfit, altered for the hot, humid weather. 

She had done these sorts of interviews before. In fact, she’d been doing them for more than a month now. For the most part, it was boring, but not boring enough that she didn’t feel the need to carry her sidearm. Two of the people she was supposed to interview, she’d found dead. Suicides, or at least it looked like it. Apparently they thought it a better option than whatever Dr. Lecter had in store for them now that he was on the lam. One of them had attacked her.

With Graham, she didn’t know what to expect. He had known the man the best, so they said, and was among those that had suffered the worst losses. From the rumors around the Bureau, he hadn’t been that stable to begin with, so there was no telling what he was like now. She walked up the path to the house, one that doubled as a repair garage for boats, and knocked on the metal screen door when the doorbell didn’t work. 

[griefprofiled]

@manhuntertm plotted starter from huang

It was only his wide scope and experience that allowed him to recognize Hannibal Lecter for what he was. And even then, it was a string of accidents and slight slippings of the mask that had allowed him to be almost certain of what he was dealing with. Another consulting psychiatrist, hiding behind the title like a monster behind a paper mask.

The penny had dropped one afternoon when a small slight had causes a series of micro expressions that didn't belong. The rest of the pieces fell into place. It wasn't that the man was a narcissist. The traits were so easily confused with psychopathy markers that is was easy to simply assign garden variety narcissism and move on.

But that, it was not.

"Will, thank you for coming." None of that information tarred his warm greeting of the other profiler he had requested speak with him about several cases. George's smile was genuine as he stepped into the office he had been given for the length of his visit to the city; sitting behind the desk and waiting for him to take a seat opposite. "Sorry for calling you in, but I wanted to get it out of the way."

[shcblindedmewithscience]

❝ how long have we been here ? ❞ .  

@manhuntertm

All at once, the smile Beverly wore faded. She glanced at Graham sidelong -- cautiously, but not intrusive -- before venturing a question. “You don’t know?” 

Of course he didn’t.

She knew she shouldn’t be surprised, what with Graham’s erratic behavior at Greenwood, but she had been under the impression that sessions with Lecter had aided in his lapses of time.

Rolling her lips inward, Beverly folded her arms and said, “About half an hour, give or take. You want me to walk you back to your car? Maybe you should sit down for a bit.”

[crimetattle-arc]

                camera shutter flickers closed, pictures taken in rapid succession. delicate finger glides across dile, adjusting focus. camera is carefully tucked back in bag at her side as empath approaches, a precaution. a way to keep him from breaking the damn thing : it’s happened before, and knowing will graham she wouldn’t put it past him.

                azure gaze flickers over him, dance across form with what could be seen as interest. “ — mister graham. ” smile is not quite fragile, it could be more easily described as a mask of porcelain placed across her features, a lie easily told and even easier to display. “ i would say i’m suprised to see you here, but we both know that i’d be lying. ” if she didn’t know better she would ask for information, of course she has connections, she’ll get her answers eventually.

( * tattlecrime article ft : @manhuntertm​ ! )

[sweetbitterbitten]

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ . -- for alana

taken aback would be the word. would be the word if the word matched the sentiment. but the feeling is absent, empty of all that went before. he is a good man. but she is not so sure she is a good woman. not anymore. “to what do you raise objection? the manner or the method?”