𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝒶𝓂𝒷 ᵃᵘᵗᵒᵖˡᵃʸ

I was never who I thought I was. For so long I tried to figure out what was playing tricks with my mind. Then I understood. [Indie rp blog for Will Graham. Based on portrayal by Hugh Dancy on NBC series "Hannibal".] Theme by Octomoosey

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Sherlock gave a shrug, not really caring if the man was relieved he wasn’t a suspect or not. Well, not to him at least. The Yard would probably waste all sorts of time questioning the American man. While they did that, he would be tracking down the real killer. Like usual. Just another day working a case really.

“Yes, being a copper holds no interest for me. I’m a consulting detective, the only one in the world. I invented the job.” Sherlock was clearly proud of the fact, by the way he spoke and held himself with an air of confidence and even arrogance. “I’m far more interesting than some character from a book or show on the telly.” The mere thought seemed to offend him and he gave a slight huff at the thought.

A dismissive hand was waved. “Yes…yes, I already figured out you were American Mr. Graham.” At the moment, none of that information seemed helpful. Except for drinking whiskey. “Where did you get the drink from? Is it possible someone could have tampered with it?” Rohypnol maybe? The so called ‘date-rape drug’ was known for causing memory loss and of course rendering the victim unconscious.

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“Must have been necessary,” he commented, making sure not to say it too loud. He didn’t want to insult the police right now and he hadn’t been all serious anyway. But the police let the strange detective in, so he probably did a good job with the consulting. He nodded his head, not really in a mood for discussion whether he was interesting or not. He probably was and if Will had felt a bit more sure of his situation he would probably have started analyzing the other man straight away.

He was a bit surprised that he wasn’t asked further about who he was, but it eased him too much to question it. The worst about knowing about crime investigation was the knowledge of how a case should be handled. He probably didn’t do it the right way anyway. “I don’t know, it probably is. Bought the rest of a bottle from the bar at the hotel I’m staying at. It’s still in my room, I guess.” He should probably just have stayed at the bar while he had the drink, but it was too late to change it now. “I don’t see why anyone would gain by doing it. I only got here a few days ago.”

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Sherlock studied the stranger. Even before the other spoke, he had ascertained he was American. His sharp gaze continued to look over the bloodied male in front of him. “I don’t think you did it. The body is missing. So is the weapon. You were unconscious and likely just woke up judging by how disoriented you are. It obviously couldn’t have been you.” Lestrade seemed about to interrupt but he held up a hand which silenced the Detective Inspector with a small huff, which Sherlock ignored.

The Consulting Detective smirked at the question. “God no. What a dreadfully boring job that would be.” He wasn’t looking at Lestrade but he was certain the DI had just rolled his eyes at him. “They will probably want your clothes for evidence.” He made sure not to step in the blood as he moved closer still to the other. “I consult with them when the police are out of their depths…which is always.” He gave another smirk and small shrug.

“What is the last thing you remember?” Maybe if Sherlock could figure out where the man was from, he could connect another piece of the puzzle. Oh, he should probably ask for a name. John wasn’t there to remind him of his manners but he could still hear the doctor talking to him anyway. “Do you know your name?” Hopefully the other didn’t have amnesia. That would make things more complicated but it would make it more of challenge. Well, maybe that wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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Will nodded his head and leaned against the wall. He wanted to stand up, but he wasn’t sure if he would actually manage to do so yet. The confusion still had too strong a hold in him and in the state his mind was in it was probably a good idea to move as little as possible anyway. “I’m glad you say that,” he stated, trying to sound a bit more confident than he felt at the moment. He had sworn never to let a killer affect him like that again, but obviously it wasn’t something he could just control. Not even when he left the country to take some time off.

“Boring?” He scoffed and rubbed his eyes before looking at the man talking again. Then he looked down at himself again as he was told the police probably wanted his clothes. He knew the drill. “Never heard about that before,” he noted at the explanation of who this not-policeman was. “Not aside from those old crime stories.” He shook his head, not really familiar with a lot of crime fiction. But usually they were about someone helping the police, weren’t they?

It was hard for him to dig into his memory. “I remember going to bed,” he sighed. “Can’t even tell you what time it was.. Had a glass of whisky, fell asleep listening to the news..” Nothing had seemed out of place. Not until he woke up in this place. “Will Graham.. I’m from the states. Virginia.” He was used to those questions as well. Both from when he had been asking them himself and from back when he had occasionally been unsure of who he was. “I’m fine.. Except from all this.” He gave a nod against the blood on the floor.

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“I’m not making it up this time! There was someone there, I’m sure of it!”

“There is no one out there, Will…I checked. Twice.”

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Frederick listened to the shaky voice, his eyes on the rode but he could imagine how pathetic Will looked right now. He let out a sigh before nodding, “Then we caught it early…We can take care of this in no time. It’s better than letting it sit and grow worse.” He said before adding, “It won’t be like last time, Will…I promise you. We can keep this secret. You can stay at my hospital in a nice room and in a few weeks, it’ll all be better.”

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Forcing himself to move slowly Will let a hand move down across his face. “I can’t do it..” When he felt like this all he wanted to do was to isolate himself until he felt better. But it had been a long time since he had felt this paranoid. “I have to look after the dogs..” It was probably a weak defense and most definitely not a reason to ignore what was happening to him. But it was all he could come up with, part of him knowing that Chilton was perfectly right.

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For wrath is my sin // Nigel & Will

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There is always duality in him. Not many people saw those contrasting nature. To the outside world, most definitely in his profession and how he was perceived through had been violent and brutal gangster, a notorious drug lord who had been sadistic and wrathful. He had been adamant and obdurate. His sedulous labors in his profession had earned him the title and he wasn’t going to be brought down by a slender and smaller man. Now, his loving, caring and affectionate side, the characteristic only few people on the earth knew, had completely disappeared. Addled with animosity and bloodlust as he feels the sanguine fluid trickle down his cheek and lips, he doesn’t vacillate to throw more hard punches along Will’s chest. The other man’s nails claw his arm and he feels more prickling pain radiate through his body. He can almost feel that malicious aura that undulates like a consuming cloud. His eyes turning more expressive as they glint with sinister intents, his heart frantically beats as he feels his knuckles get covered with blood.

His visage doesn’t take on any expression. It is at his most composed and impassive, except that little twitch along his eyebrows. All he sees is his own blood dripping down to permeate Will’s shirt and his lover’s blood soaking it and pooling down against the other man’s face, smearing it all over as his onslaught continues. A devastating jab lands on his rips and he is sure that would leave a nasty bruise, or worse, the rib would be cracked. The punch winding him as he struggles to breath, his shoulder slouches forward as he places both of his hands down on Will’s shoulder, still tightly pressing the younger man down. Watching Will’s mouth spill blood as he turns his face sideways, he spits the amalgamation of his own blood and saliva. The torn skin inside his mouth emits annoying tingling pain. His biceps flexing as he prevents Will from rolling his hips around, his hand reaches for Will’s exposed neck, tightening his hold.  

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Even without looking at Nigel he can feel how his wrath seeps in through his skin. Every electrical spark of rage rips through him. It is what is keeping him conscious. The wrath and the instinctive strive against survival. The one attacking him isn’t his lover. Not right now. It’s an enemy. A beast. And he can kill it if he wants to. Even though his vision blackens and his breath starts getting rasping, he is certain that he can turn this into his favor.  If he has to die he won’t allow being the only one dead in the room. He will take the beast with him and they’ll be found covered in each other’s blood. Every move desperate, he tries to push Nigel off of him, but without success.

He tries to aim his punches at Nigel’s face but from his angle it’s not really possible. Instead he feels his knuckles hit the strong muscles of his shoulders and the side of his neck. Trying to get a hold of him he finds himself pressed further against the floor. An aggressive growl makes it through his lips as he gives rolling away another attempt. Instead he just pushes his hips against Nigel’s, feeling how his instinct’s rage is mixed with his body’s lust for the other man. Before he knows Nigel’s hand had hold in his neck and he heaves for air. His feet pushes against the floor, desperately trying to let him get away. His movement gets frantic, rapid. All the while he can feel how his body shifts between warm and cold, as the fear of dying is slowly replaced with the erotic excitement that shouldn’t even be there. He looks Nigel in the eye, letting him know just how he feels that way, while his hands tightens around his arms, trying to make Nigel let go of him.

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Sherlock was bored. It seemed to be a common problem with no one like Moriarty or Magnussen to bother him. John and Mary were busy with their child and respective lives. They seemed to visit less and less these days. A sigh escaped him He was laying on the couch in his robe, staring up at the ceiling. His gaze shifted to his mobile when it went off. It was a text from Lestrade. A case maybe? Finally? He opened it and read it with a scowl. Why would he want to go to a crime scene he knew nothing about? Well, he was a bit lonely and desperate at the moment. Fine.

Instead of having Lestrade pick him up, Sherlock took a cab. He preferred taking those rather than riding in police car. He got there before the Detective Inspector, probably because he knew the streets of London far better than most people and had the cabbie make a few turns that otherwise would not have been taken. He paid the driver and then got out, his sharp gaze looked around outside first. There could be clues out there too and he would rather take the first look before those crime scene idiots trampled through everything.

Once he was satisfied nothing outside was pertinent to the case he began to head inside, by then he Lestrade and the rest of the Yard showed up. He ignored Donavon’s snide remarks. Even after he had been cleared, she still didn’t like him. It didn’t take long for Sherlock to notice the bloodied man and he raised his eyebrows. Curious. There did not seem to be any weapon and the man seemed truly confused. It seemed unlikely he was the killer and there was far too much blood for that man to be the victim. Well, a victim of some sort maybe but since he was still breathing they were looking for another body but that one would be dead. He tilt his head to the side. “You have no idea what happened do you?” He ignored whatever the Detective Inspector said and moved towards the man in glasses.

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At first the one he thought to be the chief detective was moving toward him and Will tried to ready himself for answering any questions, but then the man without uniform got to him first. It made his already confused mind tremble and he had to take a deep breath to avoid panicking. This is a crime scene. You’re not the criminal. He had to keep reminding himself that he didn’t know anything about what was going on. He didn’t. His empathic self just made him feel like he had been part of it.  He looked down at his hands, feeling sick from the stickiness of the blood.

It took long for him to react to the other man’s words. Clearly he had heard them, but he hesitated before looking up again. “I don’t.. No.. I just woke up here.” He shook his head and took another deep breath. “I know how this looks.. I really do.” This was far from the first crime scene he had ever seen. And it wasn’t the first one he had felt responsible for either. But he had never tried anything like this. Waking up in the middle of the scene. Certain that it wasn’t him. He hadn’t been sleepwalking. He couldn’t have.

As he tried to stop thinking about the possibility of him being out of his mind he focused on the man in front of him. “You’re not with the police, are you?” Of course he could see that the police allowed him in, but something about this man just didn’t add up with police detective. He didn’t seem like the type. And as far as Will could see he wasn’t wearing a badge either. Even in this state he felt like he had to be cautious.

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🔫 reverse //oops meant to send this one =p

(Trigger warning. Send me a  ‘ 🔫 reverse’ for my muse’s reactions to yours being shot)

It was silent. Will felt the click of the gun and saw the bullet move through the air as if it was in slow-motion. Every bit of sound was swallowed by the silence and instead of hearing the bullet hit Nigel’s body he just saw it happen. He was shaking and sweating, but he was awake. He had been sure it was just another nightmare until he could see the blood.

Nigel’s blood.

Instantly he dropped the gun as a jolt of panic went through him. He couldn’t move at first, but then he rushed toward Nigel. “No,” he whispered without even knowing if the shot had been fatal. With unsteady hands he grabbed the other man’s head. “It wasn’t.. I didn’t…”

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Before he completely gets pulled under, Nigel hears a soft voice from a distance. It feels like somewhere he cannot reach and he wants to lift his arm, but all the lines going through his veins in his arm feels too heavy, too drugged to lift them up. A flutter of low hum rumbles deep inside his chest as his bandaged chest heaves. Feeling a dull throbbing pain radiate heat slowly from the core, he can feel the heat creep upwards to his face. Nothing he cannot endure, as he is already on morphine to the max. “Don’t fucking make me then, you make me to worry about you. If you were well off without giving me fucking headache and heartache, then I’ll fucking stop feeling anxious.” His heavy eyelids close and he wants to drift off, but his body deceives him. “So you have been up all this fucking time?” Beads of sweat begins to form on his forehead and temple as they trickle down his defined cheekbone and soaks the pillow. 

“So those fucking pills don’t work, and I’ve already built some resistance through doing angel powder, great…. Now I am burning up like a fucking candle melting from the middle. Can’t….. really… sleep.” His matte ashen hair beginning to damp with perspiration, his head rolls limply against Will’s shoulder. His breath becoming more erratic, warm and moist. Feeling like a viral fever is ripping through his body, his free hand clutches hard against Will’s hand. His palm clammy as his fingers entwine against his lover’s. “I don’t think I can sleep like this.” His voice is reduced down to a whimper, as his eyes remain closed, but a slight tremor continues to shake his body. He figures his weakened body’s immune system is trying to fight some virus that tries to attack his bloodstream. His back slightly arching as he begins to writhe, his fingernails dig against Will’s hand. “H-hold me. Will you?” 

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“I’m fine, Nigel,” he repeats. The last thing his lover needs right now is to worry about him. Will knows he makes it hard, but he can’t change it. If only medication could make him sleep properly he would have been going for that solution years ago. But he doesn’t like the thought of some drug pulling him under and he is way too stressed about what happened to close any of constant streams of thoughts off. “I’ve been resting. Don’t worry.” It’s such an easy thing to say. No matter how many times those words are said it probably won’t make a different. If it’s so hard for Will to push the worry away, then why should Nigel be able to? He knows that’s not how they work.

Will can feel how Nigel feels warm against him. Warmer than he should. “I’m here,” he assures him even though it might be obvious, but it the only thing he can do. Even though he wants to with all of his heart, he can’t take the pain away. He can’t make the medicin work. He shifts in the bed to lie on his side, letting Nigel’s fingers entwine with his own. His own drowsiness has been pushed away by the concern and the need to be there for his lover. “Just try.. I’ll be right here and I can call the nurse if you need me to.” He has to fight not to sound too worried, or too scared and guilty. As Nigel’s nails start digging into his hand he holds his lovers hand against his chest in an attempt of comforting him. Just a bit. He has to. “Of course I will,” he answers without hesitation and shifts in the bed again. This time to get closer to he can tangle his other arm around Nigel, still holding his hand with the other. “Just.. Just try to get some rest.. I know it must be hard, but you have to try..”

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Absence update

Damn.. This absence has been so much longer and much more total than I had expected. I’ve just had this streak of bad luck and then I’ve been busy doing a bunch of things (and the new job), so I haven’t really had much energy.

But I will try to get back from tomorrow (have I said that before? Probably.. I’m positive that I mean it this time!) I might/might not get a reply or two done tonight, but it’s 1AM and I’m tired, so nothing is for sure!

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Absence update

I should be able to come back soon. Still low on muse, but things are totally working out for me these days! Just got a job (part time, but combined with my other part time job it’s perfect!). So soon I’ll actually be able to save some money for traveling and stuff like that (that’s awesome!). Hopefully I’ll just need a couple of days to adjust to the double up on working hours, but then I’ll be back :)

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someone alike (closed with lionessamiele)

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That smile he gave her felt like the swift soft swell of pride. It had felt like it had been too long since she felt that sort of confidence radiate off someone for her. It felt good and she didn’t want to let go, but she knew she had to, because it could never last and could never compare to her father. Clarice dropped her head and looked away out the window to think.

“No, sir,” Starling responded precisely. She had no idea what constituted a perfect kill to his hunter of women. She paused what she thought was a respectable amount of time before she so boldly asked her important question. She had heard tell of what he could do. Place himself in the mindset of the killer and understand why he went on this hunt.

“But you could look couldn’t you?” Looking up and catching his eyes briefly with her own. “You would know if you looked at those girls with his eyes couldn’t you?” She stopped and looked at the too many picture of dead women on the screen. “You would know what would attract his eye…What would satisfy his instincts as the ultimate piece of worthy game…”

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Slowly he inhaled, knowing what would come next. From the second he had agreed to join forces with Clarice he knew that he would have to get out of his vulnerable comfort zone. Nobody seemed to understand the impact his abilities had on him. But worst of all was, that he actually liked it. Not the insecurity of course, or the instability he had suffered from when he was in the field. But the power of getting to know a stranger that well. He imagined it as being equal to a fix.

“I could,” he said as the air finally slipped him in a sigh. That fix wasn’t really that wanted after all. But maybe it was needed. Not just for the impending victims, but also for himself. “I would know every thought running through his head as he killed them,” he added, staring at the screen with dead eyes. He took a deep breath again.

“We should get a print of this and get to the latest crime scene.” It was easier to connect to a killer when he was in the same place as the murder took place. There was a reason he would usually get to see the scene before any forensics came to mess it up. At least that was procedure before he had to stop working in the field again.

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Absence Update

Okay.. So let’s say that a broken computer wasn’t enough. When we added a terrible replacement laptop it wasn’t quite enough either. Oh, and what about the mad mood because of current political events? Yeah.. not enough. Okay, this wasn’t a negativity post. What I’m trying to say is, that I’m terrible at lifting boxes, so now I look like this:

It’s a pain in the ass to write right now, but the doctor said it should get better quickly.

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Deadly sins meme- all of them!

7 Deadly Sins headcanons

LUST: Both romantically and sexually Will needs to be confirmed that he’s good enough. Not necessarily by words. He just has this craving of recognition and he would probably never say it out loud.GREED: The obvious answer would be stray dogs, but the reason Will is taking them in has nothing to do with greed. What he does collect is antique books. He has loads of old books and has actually read a good part of them, although some of them are duplicates or different versions of the same book. SLOTH: Will hates answering questions. Especially if they’re about himself. He doesn’t want to be honest, but he is more often than not too lazy to actually come up with proper lies and there for just tries to avoid these situations. He also hates cleaning with a passion, but knows that it’s something he has to do every once in a while.PRIDE: Although Will sees his empathic condition as a curse, he also knows it makes him one hell of an investigator. He knows he’s good and he knows he’s intelligent. (And he knows he did a damn good job with Randall Tier)GLUTTONY: In general he likes big and fancy meals, or he’s grown to like them after getting to know Hannibal (not a big fan of the whole cannibal thing though). Besides that he is always good for fried eggs.WRATH: Some would say Will had handled anger quite well in the past. He’s had situations were he was (literally) almost ready to kill someone where he’s managed to keep it to a snarky comment. Lately he’s become worse with these situations though as he’s experienced much more anger.ENVY: Will is jealous of every human being without an empathic condition like his own and he envies everyone who hasn’t gotten themselves involved with a reckless serial killer. So basically he’s jealous of the majority of the world’s population.

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I’m not gone, I swear! The replacement laptop is just terrible (and it’s a windows one, which I’ve never had before, so I’m a confused little puppy). I’ve struggled a bit too much with it to really have any muse, but I’ll give it another shot tomorrow!

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7 Deadly Sin Headcanons

Lust: a headcanon about your character's romantic and/or sexual life

Greed: a headcanon about something your character hordes or collects

Sloth: a headcanon about something your character hates to do or simply hates in general

Pride: a headcanon about something your character is a bit cocky about

Gluttony: a headcanon about food or obsessions

Wrath: a headcanon about your character and their anger management

Envy: a headcanon about your character's secret desires and jealousies

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Oh no.. The update is bullying me again...

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Slowly waves of pain and dizziness got weaker. One breath at the time he became more conscious until he could finally open his eyes. A thick, white fog covered his vision and it was painful for him to keep them open. This wasn’t where he was supposed to be. It wasn’t where the hotel room he had booked a few days ago when he arrived to London. For a while he just lay there, trying to get his head to work again, as it felt like part of him was still half asleep.

The first thing Will noticed when he finally won the battle against the exhaustion was the sticky substance covering his hands. He knew that feeling. Knew that smell filling the air. With a gasp he got up and almost fell to the floor again as he saw the blood on his hands. His shirt was colored dark red and he could feel how it clinged to his chest. Only just he managed to get to the wall before collapsing against it, desperately fumbling to get his phone out of his pocket to call the police.

He wasn’t sure how much time passed. As he waited he just kept sitting up against the wall, looking at the apartment, imagening how he had walked inside, holding a gun against the victims head. He saw himself throwing the gun aside, using a knife to take the victim’s life. But there was no body lying on the floor and he couldn’t see neither the gun or the knife.. And he was sure he hadn’t done anything. Still he felt the anxiety run through him as the door was opened by the police. Quickly he noticed that one of them wasn’t in uniform.

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Okay.. So my computer just died. I don’t know what the fuck happened, but it’s completely dead… I’ll be on my iPad, but I won’t be able to do replies…

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Okay, so I won’t be getting a replacement laptop until friday, but my roomie is a darling so he’s letting me borrow his laptop whenever he doesn’t need it himself! Yay!

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Okay.. So my computer just died. I don’t know what the fuck happened, but it’s completely dead... I’ll be on my iPad, but I won’t be able to do replies...