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❛    mate ,   that Hannibal prick is next - level .    imagine feedin'  people , people .   now that is fucked up .    ❜    

@mcngoose    /    sc.

[bisnero]

@mcngoose is lookin’ RIGHT. 

His hands shift to skin the tops of Will’s thighs

before Raf steps back, a sniff given before a

chuckle bubbles up from the depths of his chest. 

❝ I ain’t ever had t’buy a BITCH much to get ‘em

to spread wide for me, WHITE BOY.  ❞

His gang snickers behind him as the leader raises his

hand and snaps his fingers in quick succession. Scantily

clad women stand and filter out back into the club. The

double doors are closed and, while the huge windows

provided a view of the dance floor and vice versa, the

expensive soundproofing only lets the vibrations of the

music be heard. Raf meets the ‘agent’s’ eyes then, arms

crossed and the playful manner he’d welcomed Will with

gone as suspicion takes its place. 

❝ And ‘ve killed nosy, igualados like you fo’ less.  ❞

That would be Wills queue to either start talking or to

retreat. Rafael Barba didn’t believe in curiosity or in chance.

If this agent kept crowding him it meant he’d made his presence

known and not in a good way. 

[o188]

@mcngoose + cont. 

Sonny doesn’t know what it is --- God, luck, or fate --- that puts him in the same place as Will Graham at such a strange hour. The detective himself had only just left the precinct after what felt like an eternity of paperwork as they all tried to wrap up a kidnapping case and he was hungry. The hope was to grab something on the way home and that put him on this street in particular, one containing several restaurants that stayed open late and the few people coming and going from them. At first? He hadn’t been able to tell that it was Graham, not with that mess of hair drenched and heavy with water --- but the closeness to the curb had raised a few flags in his head and caused him to move. The further he got, the more the man became familiar. Calling his name does nothing. There's that split second, that loud horn --- and he runs. Both of them seem a bit out of breath when he raises his umbrella to cover Will more than himself. The profiler is soaked and Sonny is quickly on his way to becoming the same way as he looks Will over --- first for signs of inebriation, and then for any other tells that may explain just as to why he was playing chicken with cabbies in the middle of a rainy night.

“Yeah. Yeah ---- s’rainin’, Will. It’s been rainin’ for most of the night.” Words are spoken quickly as brows knit with concern that he can’t hide from his tone. “You just scared me half to death, you know that? What’re you doing out here?”

[casuisity]

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Will: *makes pig snorting sounds*

     “I am not above matricide, Will.”

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jb   sighed.   his   nose   was   congested,   and   the   snot   that   left   it   was   as   green   as   vomit.   he   didn’t   feel   any   good,   indeed.   his   asthma,   in   spite   of   it,   was   under   control.         ❛      i’m   good,   d---      ❜         he   wasn’t   able   to   finish   the   sentence,   a   cough   broke   through.         ❛      dad.      ❜         it   was   weird   to   call   eggsy   unwin   that   way   ??   probably.   but   he   knew   of   blokes   his   age   that   were   already   parents   ---   and   jack   was   only   10   years-old.   when   his   mother,   a   victim   of   peckham’s   rampant   violence,   died,   he   was   only   five.   he   believes   agent   galahad   was   destined   to   find   him   ---   there,   standing   alone,   under   the   rain.   a   small   poor   boy,   with   no   perspective   for   a   future.         ❛      can   i   play   with   the   gadgets   ??      ❜         sniff.         ❛      i’ll   be   careful,   i   swear.   i’m   so   ---      ❜         sniff   again.         ❛      bored.      ❜   

@mcngoose   /   p.

[mortui-mortuos]

@mcngoose

“Hello, Will, I wasn’t expecting you.”  He was surprised by the intrusion, but he was always pleased to see Will.  “If you give me a second, I can set a second place for you.  Can I interest you in a glass of Cheval Blanc while you wait?”  

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Mulder had been hearing the whispers about the hallucinations that Will Graham had been experiencing. It rang a bell in his mind, and the next thing he knew, he was digging through files to find one that reminded him of the situation that Will seemed to be going through. It was a file several years old, but still, there were far too many similarities for him to leave the whole thing alone. Besides, he was already known throughout the Bureau as Spooky, it wouldn’t exactly hurt his image any more to ask will a few questions. He had the case file in his arms as he took the elevator up to the floor where the man in question must have been. 

“I’m sorry to bother you,” Mulder approached him and offered Will a hand. “Fox Mulder, it’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard a bit about what’s been going on, and I’d like to ask a few questions if that’s okay.” 

[mylittlegeekery]

@mcngoose

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“Scurry off? Mister Graham, I’m hurt.” The doctor placed a hand on his chest and feigned pain. “After all we’ve been through, I would have thought that some sort of sympathy would be warranted.”