“Your memory palace is building. It’s full of new things.” The hands in his lap shake, but he assumes Will is too tired to notice.
He notices. Will Graham notices everything about him, and that’s the problem.
Hannibal continues, "It shares some rooms with my own. I’ve discovered you there. Victorious.”
“Victorious. Right–” His jaw feathers in sheer annoyance as he puts an abrupt end to this discussion. Not that it could be considered a discussion when neither of them is in a logical situation. Everything about the two of them was chaotically disordered. If there were rules, then they sure as fuck weren’t following them.
- prologue & chapter one are LIVE!! for this fic i’ll be updating every few days (as often as my work schedule will allow. ideally an update every 2 weeks.
