#stagstalked

[consumare]

the concept of the holy trinity comprises the three persons or faces of god from ultimately the same body/source. @stagstalked ; @roseguided.

[eatsinsides]

WILL GRAHAM: TELL ME YOU'RE MINE. finally, will has taken control of himself. become what he was supposed to be, what hannibal had always seen in him. and with this becoming, will has also learned to let go. enough to give himself over to hannibal fully, to make that decision with finality. no one else would be allowed in this position - will sat on his pristine kitchen counter, naked, his skin pressed against the marble surface. surly, its cold to the touch, but he doesn't seem to mind. stood between will's legs, hannibal can easily lean down to bury his face in his neck, breathing in will's scent before teeth nip against the sensitive skin there. he's used to being the possessive one, knowing he would kill for will at any given moment. the reversal of this role causes a low chuckle to leave hannibal, a bit smug, and definitely pleased. 'i desire you,' a kiss beneath will's ear. 'i burn for you,' a breath against his throat. 'mes priklausome vienas kitam,' we belong to each other, as arms wrap around will's waist, pulling him towards hannibal, constricting him against his chest, surly too tight, but still not close enough. hannibal raises to meet will's eyes, his own half lidded and wanting. 'i am yours, my dear will. i never intend to be anyone else's,' @stagstalked.

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feat. @stagstalked.

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somebody to lie in the dark with. somebody's hand to touch. @stagstalked.

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I LOOKED UP AT THE NIGHT SKY THERE. ORION ABOVE THE HORIZON, AND, NEAR IT, JUPITER. I WONDERED IF YOU COULD SEE IT, TOO. I WONDERED IF OUR STARS WERE THE SAME.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤI BELIEVE SOME OF OUR STARS WILL ALWAYS BE THE SAME. YOU ENTERED THE FOYER OF MY MIND AND STUMBLED DOWN THE HALL OF MY BEGINNINGS.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ@stagstalked / @consumare.

[l4mbswrath]

when one bloodhound goes astray, another will take his place. in will graham's case, the straying he's done from his handler is exceptionally gruesome. he's deviated from morality altogether, ditching it like an ill - fitting suit. blood clings to his skin far more naturally, and he wears it with something akin to pride.

clarice is jack crawford's newest bloodhound. she's let off of her leash only when the guru is certain that she'll deliver him something promising, touting evidence of hannibal lecter and will graham's romantic escapades much like a dog dropping a dead bird at his owner's feet. where crawford's faith in her abilities ends and his desperation to strangle that bird with his bare hands begins is unknown.

though her grip on her trusty gun is even and firm, her hands are undeniably clammy. this is the closest clarice has ever come to the disgraced doctor and agent, and her heart hammers relentlessly against her rib cage as a testament to her girlish nerves. teeth clench, boot - clad feet cautious with each step they take across crimson - soaked marble.

"i'm far from a girl, sir," the special agent responds, fighting to keep her voice even. gaze is steely, but not uncompromisingly so . . . will graham is more likely, after all, to possess even a sliver of humanity than his counterpart. clarice doesn't write out using a human approach just yet.

gun remains raised. she approaches much like one might approach a rabid animal, waiting for him to inevitably show his teeth when he's spooked. "y'can call me clarice," she insists, "start us off on the right foot. i'm not lookin' to hurt you here. i've heard lots about you, mister graham. jack crawford's original protegee. the circumstances aren't great, but it's nice t'meet you all the same."

@stagstalked said: "you're playing a dangerous game here, girl."

[slasharch]

'don't come near me,' carrie, with her arms around her torso, is trying to hold herself together. hands fist into the wet fabric of her dress - the one she had made for prom, now covered in blood and drenched in rain water - as she makes herself small in the corner of, what she had believed to be, an abandoned cabin. carrie just needed to rest. just for a moment. her hometown was behind her, but she was still barely out of maine, and she was beginning to realize she would have to figure out another way to flee. she can't look at the man who now stands several feet away from her, but the air changes, knowing she's been caught. electricity seems to fill the cabin, certain objects begin to rattle, and carrie, herself, is shaking. 'm'dangerous...' @stagstalked.

[roseguided-arch]

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐌, the way her legs hugs close to his sides while she straddled will’s lap. she liked that he trusted her enough to let her be in control, to be here in the first place. someone like him, she had assumed to herself early on, wouldn’t be keen on getting close to many other people nor allowing them to know them completely. will was so complicated in his work, in his life, as who he is—but, clarice saw the person who was underneath & she wanted to know that version of him. in its entirety. that had to count for something, didn’t it ? lips had pressed themselves against the underside of his jaw when he speaks. speaks in a tone that was softer than the usual one he used on cases, with hannibal, or even with jack. there was no tension to it or need for seriousness. was this what it sounded like when will was in the moment & no where else ?

@stagstalked said, " I'LL BE GOOD, I PROMISE. "

gently, but with a firm grasp, clarice grasps will’s chin. her other palm presses into his bed beside his head, blue eyes peering down into his own that often see so much. for a moment she wondered what he saw in hers. ❛ will you ? ❜ she asks, ❛ only good boys get rewarded will. are you gonna be-a good boy for me ? ❜ slowly, as if to give him the smallest taste, clarice moves her hips against him agonizingly slow. even as she does so, she betrays herself & allows a quiet sigh of satisfaction roll out of her chest. she moves her hips again, waiting his answer.