#rewatch drabble

[davantagedenuit]

3x09

Will stared at the phone’s screen. Molly hung up, and he was left in his hotel room. The beige coverlet, the wooden walls, the brown furniture, and the dog, white with hazelnut spots.

“She’ll be fine,” Abigail’s voice said. Will waited, hoped he had dreamed it. “She will,” Abigail said.

Will swallowed, knew his mind had returned just where it had always been needed. “She is fine,” he said. “I’m just trying not to... undo it.”

On the nearby couch, Abigail had her legs bunched under herself. She looked fondly at the dog. “She’ll like him.”

“She likes them all.”

[davantagedenuit]

3x03

Will rinces the green shards from a second bottle in a bucket of water. Hannibal’s voice comes from near.  “Is it what you imagined I would do?” he says. “Or is it your own work?”

The glass is rough and Will cuts himself. The water turns pink. “It’s as close as I can get to your memory,” he says.

“To know me better than I know myself?”

Beside Will’s, Hannibal’s hand slides in the water. Their skins brush. On the floor, behind them, the severed head quietly empties of its blood.

“So I know my way out of the rooms.”

[davantagedenuit]

3x01

He bleeds Dimmond by the thighs, hanging from the neck in the Florentine morning. There are oddments of gold on the dead man’s skin with darker spots on his torso. One of them looks like a scar, above the navel.

Will’s voice is never from the past. He’s beside Hannibal, hands covered with Randall Tier’s lukewarm insides. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he says.

Hannibal remembers he offered his help. Now, instead, he puts Dimmond’s ankle on his shoulder and slices from hip to groin until he can dislocate the joint. “You’ll find out. You should do it alone.”

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2x03

In front of her bathroom mirror, Alana repeats. “I have a professional curiosity about him.” Is that looking like she’s not lying? “I wish Will was different,” she tries. There. Her cheeks have stiffened, her upper lip has curled. She knows the signs herself. She goes for the truest and watches. “I should never have told anyone about Will Graham. I should have warned all of them to stay away.” In her mind, Will’s lawyer chuckles. “You should have kept him locked away, fearing for what might happen?” He imitates a buzzer sound. “Next.”

Will keeps his eyes off her.