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“It’s more...this is Hallmark movie levels of strange and I think my brain is going to implode,” Will sank down into the chair across from Clarice, removing his glasses and rubbing a hand down his face.

“I’m gonna need you to pretend to be my fiance for my cousin’s wedding.”

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apuresociopath:

Hannibal watched Will closely as he moved, a certain restless energy within his movements as he paced. Watching Will Graham at work was like watching a piece of beautiful, moving, breathing art. Hannibal took a step back, his heels brushing the wall as he watched, silently taking note of Will’s physical symptoms of stress; fidgeting hands, palms rubbing together.

“I agree with you Will. The question then becomes; where is the other body?” Hannibal did not know this killer, he did not recognise this scene, there were no particular hallmarks, no calling cards left behind that would allude to their identity.

“The secondary question is; why was this other body removed?”

Will could feel Hannibal’s eyes on him - a burning, learning stare he longed to shrink away from, but only for a brief moment. When that moment passed, it was like a fire set beneath his skin, just under the surface, burning with a white hot intensity that would make an average man flush. Will Graham was, however, no average man despite appearances.

His paces halted, almost abruptly, at the waistline of the body before them. Will bent, before crouching carefully, like a caged animal ready to lunge, though his motions stilled to almost statuesque.

“You, sir,” he spoke to the body rather than Hannibal, “don’t have the right legs...” A brief pause before his eyes flicked around the room.

“Where have they run off to?”

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writinghannibal:

Hannibal popped the button of his suit and sat down, crossing his legs at the knee. He didn’t reach for the sketchbook with Will’s name on it, instead resting his arms along the arms of the chair itself.

“Do you have any indication of what is happening during these periods of lost time? Is it simply the stress that is triggering them, or something else?” he asked, curious about Will’s perception of what was happening to him – about what the man would and would not remember.

Will ran a hand back through his hair, the seemingly well manicured curls falling in disarray. Scattered from their place in something that still resembled put-together, if teetering on the line of disheveled bedhead he, for a moment, stilled almost completely. There was a catch in his breath that betrayed the façade of a confident man, of a man that knew exactly what he was doing. For a fraction of a moment, he was vulnerable. He was the prey before the hunter, bearing his throat to the bow with reckless abandon. Once that moment passed, he steeled himself. The doctor's words rang in his head like a discordant chorus of fallen angels.

"I think it's just stress?" His voice sounded distant in his own ears, like he was talking into a glass, or from the bottom of a barrel. Will cleared his throat, an idle sound that set his hands into motion on reflex, fiddling with the end of his sleeve for a moment before they settled back onto the arms of the chair in a posture of feigned relaxation.

"The recent cases have been pretty cut and dry, but it feels..." he paused, a rise of anxiety setting his heart rate into overdrive for a moment, that familiar fight or flight kicking into his gut like a dropped bomb. "It feels like there's something big coming. And I can't shake it."

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