‘ 𝖚𝖓𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 / 𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 .

just ⠀ keep ⠀ it ⠀ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍.

[‘ 𝖚𝖓𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 / 𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 . @potentempath]

—- ❛ 7:16 ᴘᴍ. I’M IN 𝘉𝘈𝘓𝘛𝘐𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌, 𝘔𝘈𝘙𝘠𝘓𝘈𝘕𝘋. MY NAME IS 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙷𝙰𝙼.

written by # amalthea.

[‘ 𝖚𝖓𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 / 𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 . @potentempath]

stumbling down the streets of baltimore. how did will graham get here? where are his shoes? and why does he look pale as a sheet?

he knocks against the reader, seemingly unaware of them.

[‘ 𝖚𝖓𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 / 𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 . @potentempath]

https://t.co/PNU4NY2lGK i have missed writing this fella sooo bad

[‘ 𝖚𝖓𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 / 𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 . @potentempath]

a spot on hannibal’s cheekbone. “it isn’t as simple as that. not when … not when time is of the essence. not when every moment counts in stopping someone from being killed.”

[‘ 𝖚𝖓𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 / 𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 . @potentempath]

graham’s eyes close. a mistake, he finds, because it is the first time he’s allowed his eyes to shut for more than several blinks in what feels like days, and he feels the weight of his eyelids heavily.

when he opens them again, —

[﹑ ‍ ៶៸﹒ ‍ 𝒹r. 𝙻͟𝙴͟𝙲͟𝚃͟𝙴͟𝚁͟, @opulentripper]

hannibal allows the silence to stretch, not empty but attentive. his head tilts slightly, eyes never leaving will’s face. “small boats,” he repeats softly,

hands resting patiently in his lap. “they are not designed [….]

[‘ 𝖚𝖓𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 / 𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 . @potentempath]

it feels like sand has been cast into them.

“you sound scolding,” he replies, his voice lighter now, though still a soft murmur.

will sinks back into his chair. fingers idly run over a seam in the arm of it. his eyes again seek —

[‘ 𝖚𝖓𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 / 𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 . @potentempath]

rock and jolt in the water?

“I think I’m just tired.”

[‘ 𝖚𝖓𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 / 𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 . @potentempath]

pink tongue peeks between lips as if to wet them. will’s eyes seek the ceiling again. he inhales, and speaks through a sigh.

“I am fairing … the way small boats fair on harsher waters.” hands come together as if in prayer. he’ll ——

[﹑ ‍ ៶៸﹒ ‍ 𝒹r. 𝙻͟𝙴͟𝙲͟𝚃͟𝙴͟𝚁͟, @opulentripper]

hannibal watches the small gestures with rapt attention. the glance toward the curtains, the half shrug, the twitch of will’s mouth. the restless flicker of his eyes. he does not interrupt. [….]

[‘ 𝖚𝖓𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 / 𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 . @potentempath]

press fingertips to mouth. “floating still yet, just … beaten.”

how long could such a vessel withstand? how long before the waves knocked him over? how long before he capsized?

would a boat like his ever really flip, or would it just ——

[darling、 dearest . @rebloomng]

he licked my blood off his fingers. he loves me, i thought. he completely and totally loves me.

[‘ 𝖚𝖓𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 / 𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 . @potentempath]

again into the half smile. “just making conversation,” is murmured.

finally, he makes his way to his seat and settles across from hannibal.

[‘ 𝖚𝖓𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 / 𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 . @potentempath]

will graham listens without interruption as hannibal speaks. is it a twitch of a lip, or a wry smile that ghosts over the profiler’s face? he seems amused.

𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆. they believe they are being guided.

at hannibal’s question, —

[﹑ ‍ ៶៸﹒ ‍ 𝒹r. 𝙻͟𝙴͟𝙲͟𝚃͟𝙴͟𝚁͟, @opulentripper]

hannibal’s gaze settles fully on will now, attentive in the way a surgeon studies a delicate incision. “my patients feel safe because they believe they are being guided,” ── .✦

[‘ 𝖚𝖓𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 / 𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 . @potentempath]

will’s smile fades and his eyes flicker to the long curtains at the windows. his gaze goes side to side, as if searching for his answer amongst the folds of the drapes.

his shoulders lift in a half shrug. his lip twitches —

[‘ 𝖚𝖓𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 / 𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 . @potentempath]

should the reader need mr. graham today, they’d find him leaned over into the engine of his truck, tinkering.

[‘ 𝖚𝖓𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 / 𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 . @potentempath]

settling on a spot just short of the doctor’s face, close enough to 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 mimic eye contact. “or just … interviewed?”

[‘ 𝖚𝖓𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 / 𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 . @potentempath]

“do you suppose your patients feel safe sitting in here with you?” will ignores the offer of a seat. his eyes are elsewhere: gazing up at hannibal’s impossibly tall ceiling. his hands are shoved into his coat pockets. his gaze wanders, —

[﹑ ‍ ៶៸﹒ ‍ 𝒹r. 𝙻͟𝙴͟𝙲͟𝚃͟𝙴͟𝚁͟, @opulentripper]

𝒽annibal sat in his leather chair, legs crossed and a glass of deep red wine turning lazily in his hand. eyes gazed upon the reader with quiet interest. “do sit,” he murmured. “i find conversations flow best when one feels 𝘴𝑎𝘧𝑒.”

[‘ 𝖚𝖓𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 / 𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 . @potentempath]

it seems he’s dozed off at his desk this morning.

[﹑ ‍ ៶៸﹒ ‍ 𝒹r. 𝙻͟𝙴͟𝙲͟𝚃͟𝙴͟𝚁͟, @opulentripper]

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[‘ 𝖚𝖓𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 / 𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 . @potentempath]

https://t.co/PNU4NY2Twi hannibal rewatch has me feeling a type of way