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the 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔 have just fallen from m…
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β€”- ❛ 7:16 ᴘᴍ. I’M IN π˜‰π˜ˆπ˜“π˜›π˜π˜”π˜–π˜™π˜Œ, π˜”π˜ˆπ˜™π˜ π˜“π˜ˆπ˜•π˜‹. MY NAME IS πš†π™Έπ™»π™» π™Άπšπ™°π™·π™°π™Ό. written by # amalthea.
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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.
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, β€”
hannibal allows the silence to stretch, not empty but attentive. his head tilts slightly, eyes never leaving will’s face. β€œsmall boats,” he repeats softly, hands resting patiently in his lap. β€œthey are not designed [….]
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it feels like sand has been cast into them. β€œyou 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 β€”
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a spot on hannibal’s cheekbone. β€œit 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.”
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pink tongue peeks between lips as if to wet them. will’s eyes seek the ceiling again. he inhales, and speaks through a sigh. β€œI am fairing … the way small boats fair on harsher waters.” hands come together as if in prayer. he’ll β€”β€”
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. [….]
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press fingertips to mouth. β€œfloating 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 β€”β€”
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he licked my blood off his fingers. he loves me, i thought. he completely and totally loves me.
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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. π’ƒπ’†π’π’Šπ’†π’—π’†. they believe they are being guided. at hannibal’s question, β€”
hannibal’s gaze settles fully on will now, attentive in the way a surgeon studies a delicate incision. β€œmy patients feel safe because they believe they are being guided,” ── .✦
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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 β€”
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again into the half smile. β€œjust making conversation,” is murmured. finally, he makes his way to his seat and settles across from hannibal.
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should the reader need mr. graham today, they’d find him leaned over into the engine of his truck, tinkering.
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β€œdo 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, β€”
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. β€œdo sit,” he murmured. β€œi find conversations flow best when one feels π˜΄π‘Žπ˜§π‘’.”
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settling on a spot just short of the doctor’s face, close enough to π’‚π’π’Žπ’π’”π’• mimic eye contact. β€œor just … interviewed?”
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β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β € α΅€α΄΄α΄± chesapeake ripper. β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €
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. . . ⠀𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 ⠀𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔 β €π’Žπ’†.
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