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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.
thea.xn--6ii i have missed writing this fella sooo bad
grahamβs eyes close. a mistake, he finds, because it is the first time heβs 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
it feels like sand has been cast into them.
βyou sound scolding,β 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
pink tongue peeks between lips as if to wet them. willβs eyes seek the ceiling again. he inhales, and speaks through a sigh.
βI am fairing β¦ the way small boats fair on harsher waters.β hands come together as if in prayer. heβll ββ
press fingertips to mouth. βfloating still yet, just β¦ beaten.β
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 ββ
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he licked my blood off his fingers. he loves me, i thought. he completely and totally loves me.
will graham listens without interruption as hannibal speaks. is it a twitch of a lip, or a wry smile that ghosts over the profilerβs face? he seems amused.
πππππππ. they believe they are being guided.
at hannibalβs question, β
willβs 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
should the reader need mr. graham today, theyβd find him leaned over into the engine of his truck, tinkering.
βdo you suppose your patients feel safe sitting in here with you?β will ignores the offer of a seat. his eyes are elsewhere: gazing up at hannibalβs impossibly tall ceiling. his hands are shoved into his coat pockets. his gaze wanders, β
thea.xn--6ii hannibal rewatch has me feeling a type of way










