Well, For One Thing, I Barely Even Know You.

-laughs- "Bit off a little more than you could chew?"

-whistles- “Yeah, that is pretty bad. Christ, who did that number on you?”

[text]: I counted it, like a normal, sober human.

[text]: "Maybe" ??

[text]: Haha, no.

// i s2g this website is shit for sending asks and if i've just sent this to you multiple times i am so sorry // [runsonfear]: ⁇

“⁇” for a drunk text.

[text] Willl

[text] Wil

[text] Wiilll

[text] Willlllll

[text] It is impo ssible to count how many ls are in your name if i accidentally use more than 2

[text] Willllll

[text] How many wasa that?

[text] we don’t know.

Will was busy looking at the moon.  He’d had a few drinks in him by then, and he’d paid a cab to take him back to Quantico.  Plan was he’d just sleep off the spirits in his office. Somewhere along the line he must have changed his mind because now he was in his psychiatrist’s front yard and the cab was nowhere in sight.  Not even the faint smell of hot carbon emission was left.

He blinked, and the moon left a blue after-image on his eyelids.  “Oh.  Didn’t mean to wake you, Dr. Lecter.”

@drhanniballecter:  a fucking crescent moon emoji

Will nodded, eyes pinned where Hannibal had them.  “Thank you.”

"I'm sorry."

“Are you, now?”  Maybe another glass in he’d have been more ready; but they were doing this now.  He downed what he had in his glass.

Will allowed Hannibal to do this; let his hand be guided down and to the undoing of that top button.  He pressed his nail into the skin, feeling the dusting of chest hair there catch as he scratched his way down.  He let himself be guided back to the bowl, hands braced against Hannibal’s shoulders for balance.

“Then I’ll give you me.”  Will said, and felt the warmth of chocolate and Hannibal’s lips against his own.  He licked around and in Hannibal’s mouth, scraping his teeth against lips and tongue.  He brought a hand up to cup Hannibal’s neck and adjust the angle; he wanted to taste as much of this man as possible.  With his free hand, he undid the rest of the shirt buttons and ran his fingers through Hannibal’s chest hair, sometimes scratching down to feel that rhythmic catching of hair against nails.

Pulling away, breathing a bit labored, Will wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.  His fingers lifted the hem of his shirt slightly, just enough to reveal some of his skin.  He paused and his mouth twitched into a smirk:

“What’s the magic word?”

// if u wanna // [runsonfear]: "I assume this is a food."

“You’re not hesitating are you? I assure you, it’s delicious.”

Today i learned about the spanish moon moth, they're so pretty + look like stained glass windows

ahh youre right, the patterns on the wings are really intricate and striking 

theyre not the only ones though ! the other luna moths in the actias genus are also the same pale green/yellow color with gorgeous wing patterns, like the chinese moon moth

the american luna moth

the malaysian moon moth

and the madagascar moon moth, also called the comet moth !

That’s a lie; Hannibal Lecter is a punk bitch

Heard that Hannibal Lecter has an 8pack

That Hannibal Lecter is shredded.

So sex

@runsonfear this is how Hannibal French kisses