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@whateverwillwedo-willgraham
"I fear that what you think you are close to may very well end up breaking you. Let me take you away, everything will still be here when you return."
More people will die. It's a risk I'll have to take... One for the greater good.
"Someplace with warm days but cool nights. This way you wouldn’t have to abandon the sheets that you cling to during the evening. We wouldn’t have to leave the confines of our hotel if that would suit you best but I do believe that maybe even a change in the walls and ceilings you glue your eyes to may do you good. I’ve already looked into hiring someone to care for and walk your army of dogs while we are away. You would only have to agree and we could leave at any time."
Judging by the description, you're taking me to an unidentified desert. Regardless, I can't leave now. I'm too close. I don't know how unsaturate myself.
"This may be true but if I take you away from here than Jack would have less of a likelihood to force guilt onto you that isn’t yours to hold."
Where would you take me? I hardly think I'm the vacation type considering what little I do with my days off. I'm suspended motion. Mind whirring, body unmoving.
And the cat is out of the bag // hannigram
”I see you started the massacre without me.” Hannibal shuts the door behind him and he smiles at Jack even though the other man is scowling openly. Will looks like he’s taken a beating already and he lets his eyes scan over him twice before returning to Jack who was speaking,
“You should have your license taken away, do you know that? I wouldn’t have taken you for the type to use your power over someone in this way. It’s disgraceful, Dr. Lecter.”
Hannibal smirks before speaking,
“Are you afraid that this will damage the image of yourself and the FBI, Jack? Becuase you and I both know this isn’t about the welfare of anyone in the room, yourself excluded of course.”
Jack smacks his fist on the desk, “Dammit, I’m not listening to this again, Hannibal.”
"You can't have his license taken away as I never signed as a patient of Dr. Lecter's care." He states simply, "I was to remain hidden, and never out of reach by the FBI. Something broiling and contained underneath the surface. Consider Dr. Lecter my former guardian, but he was never a psychiatrist to me." He spoke sharp and sudden; his eyes are still closed and his mind is filtering through the images of Jack's office.
They are in a temporary one, as the carpet of his previous had been soaked through, ceiling to wall to floors a deep red and slick with the heat of a mans' innards. Flesh striped from the ribcage, something tender to take with him.. like a gift. Or something of use. The file folders, all electronic still, ruined and Will shifted in his seat.
"Listen to what?" He muses, his eyes flick open and he wants to see the angel of a man, strewn up and papered over prettily, but he doesn't. His design is gone.
"You can’t honestly tell me that you would be opposed to that, now can you?"
It's either I can't sleep here or I can't sleep there. Moving continents doesn't give me a reprive from my guilt.
"Somewhere that requires a passport to get to, I think."
You mean some place Jack Crawford can't easily get to.
"I do believe that a vacation should be in order sometime in the foreseeable future."
Some place far, far away?
"I hate to disagree with you but you are far from nothing, William."
If anyone speaks from a place of bias, Dr. Lecter...
I feel completely full and empty, guided and lost, sleepless and rested. Everything cancels out, and what's left is nothing.
He can smell the distress off Will almost as easily as he could smell the sweat and it makes him eye the man across from him once more, “I figured you could use comfort and casual food more than fancy linens and extra forks. You never do ends up using the proper forks, anyway.” He takes a bite from his on plate and motions for Will to do the same.
It is comforting; it's warm and heavy on his tongue, and it provides an odd solidity. He takes two bites and keeps his elbows off the table. Will might have been a fast eater, but he wasn't completely ignorant to table manners. He murmurs softly, "Thanks... tastes like.. lying down at the end of a day."
Sometimes simplicity can make a dish worthwhile. Frittata tonight. Just call me a minimalist on this fine evening.
Being in Hannibal's kitchen is much like the feeling after a warm shower. It could be that he has just had a warm shower. His curls are moist against his head and he is wearing a fresh flannel shirt. The frittata in front of him is a perfect square of egg and he murmurs softly, "Breakfast for dinner? Seems casual for you."
Do you love him?
Love feels... impossible to fathom.
"Now, should I expect you at my dinner table tonight? I’ll be sure to cook something special for us."
I would like that. I sleep better next to you.
You shouldn't trust Hannibal
And who would you suggest I trust in favor of my boyfriend?
"Everything will be known to you in due time. You’ll just have to trust me until then."
Haven't I always?
"There is no need to miss me, mylimasis. I’m sure you’ll find that I’m usually not too far away from you."
Should I be concerned that I don't know what mylimasis means?
