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[ week five ➝ hannibal ]
[ So, today happened. Will's been swinging back and forth between righteous fury, empty desperation, and a resigned heartache and none of it was coming from him. A lot of pairs were fractured today, a lot of love lost and through all of it -- there was Hannibal, by his side and quite happy to be there. Will's stopped caring about what he hides and doesn't hide, not really. He wouldn't expose Hannibal but the population here tends to be so stupid that he doesn't care anymore. They ask him what he can do, and he'll tell them. He reads their secrets like a beaming flash of neon light and there is nothing they can do about it.
There is nothing he can do about it.
So, when he left, he had full intention of following Hannibal back to their room but he was waylaid by Ash and instead took a while to come back. When he finally returns, he's not really bothered by the experience either way but he does seem a little determined as he enters the room. When he closes it and toes off his shoes, he takes a breath before making a straight beeline for Hannibal. He doesn't even say hi.
When he gets to him, he takes hold of his face with both hands and pulls hims close to kiss, demanding and needy with tongue and teeth. If he's on the bed, Will moves to push him back and straddle him, fingers moving to curl into his hair and thumbs brushing against the side of his face. He'll stay like that for a long while, at least a solid ten minutes or so of just pure kissing, before he murmurs against Hannibal's mouth -- ]
When I die, how will you kill for me?
[ Not an if. A when. A how. Will knows Hannibal entirely. ]
There is nothing he can do about it.
So, when he left, he had full intention of following Hannibal back to their room but he was waylaid by Ash and instead took a while to come back. When he finally returns, he's not really bothered by the experience either way but he does seem a little determined as he enters the room. When he closes it and toes off his shoes, he takes a breath before making a straight beeline for Hannibal. He doesn't even say hi.
When he gets to him, he takes hold of his face with both hands and pulls hims close to kiss, demanding and needy with tongue and teeth. If he's on the bed, Will moves to push him back and straddle him, fingers moving to curl into his hair and thumbs brushing against the side of his face. He'll stay like that for a long while, at least a solid ten minutes or so of just pure kissing, before he murmurs against Hannibal's mouth -- ]
When I die, how will you kill for me?
[ Not an if. A when. A how. Will knows Hannibal entirely. ]