In another life, I dream that they are happy. Will Graham is back up to seven dogs, and he hunts with Hannibal. In the winter, Will doesn’t leave Hannibal’s side, and lets Hannibal feed him from time to time too. They cook together, they smile together, they share glances that—
there is a sobering disappointment that comes when you lift the veil and begin to truly recognize reality. (when your childhood dreams lay crushed, when you are embarrassed by your own naivety.)
��stop romanticizing (the problematic thing)” sorry that i was cursed with the ability to see beauty in rot, a fondness for the grotesque and chosen by the muses to find holiness in what should horrify as if that’s my fault
I am now the most banned author in the United States--87 books. May I suggest you pick up one of them and see what all the pissing & moaning is about? Self-righteous book banners don't always get to have their way. This is still America, dammit.
"If you’re going to 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙚, Will, do it with feeling."
"I don’t need to feel 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜."
"Ah, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤."
A gun between them, a choice already made.
𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩?
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"𝙄 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪."
"But you won’t."
"Why?"
"𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙."
Love, betrayal, or something far more 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨?
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the lamb loves its wolf. the wolf turns all white and starts quivering out of love of the lamb. the lamb loves the wolf's fragility, and the wolf loves the frail one's force. love blackens the lamb.
As much as I know they survived the fall, a part of me wants one of them to die.
One would think Hannibal bearing the worst injuries, would be the one to die but he actually survives whereas Will doesn’t.