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@raudrakos | hannibal

In the end it didn’t matter that he’d fallen into Hannibal’s trap, that it was a game and he knew it was a game and he played it anyway. Closing his hands around Hannibal Lecter’s throat and squeezing--in earnest, not in dreams or in some therapeutic imagining--made it worth it; worth the risk, worth the look of smug satisfaction on Hannibal’s face right now despite the blood trickling from his lip, the angry red marks blooming on his face. 

Since meeting Hannibal Lecter Will has been intrigued in a way he’s never known before, maybe even compromised. He doesn’t have a better word for it than that, can’t very well reach for any sort of distance or deniability or even use the pursuit of justice as a shield when he’s standing in the wreckage of Hannibal Lecter’s kitchen, both of them bleeding and breathing hard but very much alive--

Maybe as alive as he’s ever felt. 

“I didn’t come here to kill you, Dr. Lecter.” Will brushes sweat-damp curls back from his forehead, leans back against the counter to catch his breath. His tone is provocative and teasing, almost fond, a direct contrast to the unchecked savagery of their brawl. “If I had, I’d have brought a gun.”

[zilvervos]

@raudrakos poked for a small starter from Francis.

       “You and I have never -- shared, more than a few words, and yet I feel like we are old friends.”

[bleedsloyal]

@raudrakos / c.

“ it’s no problem, i realize your schedule is probably busy. ” joseph is polite when he smiles, always, as ever, but it is false and instinctive. he isn’t sure what it is, something like instinct perhaps ( or paranoia ) but offices like this never settled well with him. too pleasant, too inviting to linger in when its purpose was to split a man’s psyche open at the seams. what a great and awful ability. 

“ your reputation sure has a far reach. ” despite expectations, he found himself mildly surprised to take in the office’s interior, with its rich tones, antique eccentricities, and dark wood. far closer to a private study than what joseph anticipated from a therapist’s office, but to each their own. “ i could use your opinion. ”

[eidetective]

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“The Ripper’s in love.”

Will paces circles around Hannibal’s office, restless. Wired. He has been since he’d first gotten a look at the scene, all nervous energy—he’s still half convinced he’s out of his mind not telling Jack why the moment he’d figured it out, but he’d gotten halfway there before he’d just... stopped.

The missing heart, the incision carefully stitched shut where it had been, like Elise Nichols’ liver, he couldn’t show her he loved her, the eyes, love is blind, the mirror making the scene the goddamn Two of Cups. He’d gotten through that, and Jack had listened, it’s a serenade, like Budge, he’s trying to reach out to someone, he—

He’d attached each of the bright red wires that held the body in place using a fishing lure.

The victim was a fisherman, Will had eyed the mounted fish on the walls on his way in, but not fly fishing. It could be a broader reference, fishing in general—but Will knows it’s not. Of the remains found in the lures that couldn’t be connected to known Ripper victims—five of them had been from the last cycle, including Miriam Lass—the earliest was from a woman who was reported missing the very same day Freddie Lounds had posted the “Takes One to Catch One” article. It was a timeline. A message. A screaming neon sign that he had been in Will’s goddamn house.

And he hadn’t said a word to Jack about it.

Will runs a hand over his face, his heart pounding so loudly in his ears he can hardly hear himself think. He should be horrified. He is, on some level, or at least he’s horrified that the Ripper’s been in his house, but—it’s not fear that’s making him restless, not disgust. He can’t put a name to what he’s feeling.

Or he doesn’t want to put a name to what he’s feeling.

“The whole crime scene was a, a confession. A love note. But it was, uh—obfuscated. Chaotic. We’re looking at twice as many victims as we thought, and there’d be no reason for him to, to take credit for that, to reveal himself when these other murders have gone unnoticed for so long, if not to distract everyone from the true message. Everyone—” He clenches and unclenches his hands, looking anywhere but Hannibal’s face. Like he’ll see right through him if their eyes meet, like he’ll recognize the truth behind Will’s agitation and be horrified at what he sees. “—Everyone except the, uh, intended recipient.”

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Dough was kneaded down underneath stark - white knuckles ; Tate would glance over every so often , to make sure he was keeping pace , and his imitation of that night’s lesson was looking at least similar --- it was , for the most part . Only his hands felt far more sticky than Hannibal’s looked . Maybe he needed more flour .  “ Hey , Hann ,”  he spoke up beyond the classical music playing in the background .  “ Is Will your boyfriend ??”

[bonviagge]

@raudrakos !  x

    “HOW?” The corners of his heavily painted lips crinkled upward as Pavi waved a dismissive hand. “A magician doesn’t reveal his a-secrets, aha!” Drunk. He was drunk (and wine drunk by the smell of it). Pavi rolled over onto his stomach to rest his chin in his hands, taking a few loose leaf papers will him as he bat his eyes. “Why? Are you not-a happy to see the Pavi?”

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                        chitchat is not what she is known for, she rarely talks friendly with guests. but now, she smiles, a soft upturn at the corner of her mouth as she finishes doing everest's job, making fresh coffee. “don’t get many doctors in here.” she glances up at him now, eyes flickering across his face, she can practically smell the degree coming off him. “don’t mean to be... y’know.” shoulder lifts  in half shrug, a way of saying : i don’t get out much , without actually saying it. “you work long enough, you get an eye for that kinda thing.”

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[ileidos-blog]

what this man creates is chaos —- but , it is a form of creation nonetheless . this man , this hannibal lecter / devourer of his kin , mortal fed mortal    !    of course , such an existence would draw the attention of the manifestation , of atoran / sacred garden made flesh . gaze lingers upon this creator of death/ catalyst that moved others / it is his thoughts , his actions , which shake reality around him . after all , the garden bloomed within him , too .    ❛   how moving , dear creator ,    ❜          divine     !    this canvas - world stained with a true elixir of life / crimson , enchanting , 

& he thinks for a moment of a time long past / myriad wiped , yet forever held within the maedrvar . forever in atoran’s memories . a warning , folly never to be made again / he wonders , then , if hannibal lecter knows the value of that crimson . of the arcane gift that it truly was .       ❛    but , what is it that comes next ? here , you have spilled the elixir of life . surely , there is something you seek in such an act that others would not . in this future born of your design , what is it that comes next ?     ❜      

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