Will Brings His Own Wine Glass To His Lips; An Unintentional Mirroring.  "What Kind Of Tricks?  Are

Shit.  Will turned to take a look at Hannibal now, taking in the posture.  “I’m not done being mad.”  He said, “I don’t know when I will be.”

"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 had begun drinking at 8.  He’d left around 10.  So, about an hour he’d been out there, staring at the moon.  Well, in’t that some shit, he thought.

“If that’s what you call heavy.”  He tried to laugh, but he just sounded tired.  “Maybe.  Does a man always need a reason to drink?”

“It’s nearly 11:30, I was just about to head to bed myself when I spotted you outside.”  He watched Will drink, having not made himself a cup. He watched as Will’s adam’s apple moved with the hot fluid that ran down his throat, it made him feel at peace. 

“You’ve been drinking heavily.” Hannibal noted, “Any reason for the occasion?” 

// y’know commonly an art show is depicted on screen as this fancy thing with champagne flutes and nice suits when in reality most art shows i’ve been to prominently featured gigantic paper maché chicken’s feet and the refreshments were all costco bulk desserts with cheap wine

drhanniballecter:

runsonfear:

drhanniballecter:

“Yo.”

Hannibal swagged his way over to his office door, made agape by one unfortunate visitor.

He was just in the middle of cookin up another crime scene, so whoever it was at the door was in a shitload of trouble.

“You dun goofed, mate.” Hannibal growled dangerously.

“No you.” Will was hip to all the happenings up in here.  He’d figured it out with his empathy or whatever.

“The jig is up, fam, I’m knowin on your game.”

“Listen, Sweaty” Hannibal smiled condescendingly. He wasn’t about to let some basic hoe step in up on his shit. He knew how to handle this tight sitch with some choice shade.

“You may think you’re playing the game, son,” hannibal started, with the heaviest amount of salt

“Butt sweaty pie, you’re actually tripping balls something fierce.” There was enough salt for a batch of Mcdonalds 99c menu fries.

Hannibal may be a salty hoe, but Will was ready for that shit.

“El-oh-el, you actually think I want to play your game?  Finna end the mother fucker.”  If they were in Sassyland living in Sassy City, the Capital of Sassyland, then Will would have been the mayor of Sassy City and he’d live in the sassiest building in Sassy City and, in his spare time, be the captain of the S.S. Sassy.

“Like, why are you so obsessed with me?  Your design isn’t even that great.” He snapped his fingers in a z-formation.  “Hashtag REKT.”

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I already knew what a- what did I do? Is this because I went fishing without you last weekend?

shoutout to margot verger for teaching will what a clitoris is— i am forever in your debt

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“And you find me interesting…attractive.”  ‘Aroused interest’ definitely describes it.  Will looks up from his silverware and meets Hannibal’s eyes again.

“Then I’m something you want, Dr. Lecter.”

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

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

Jesus.  Alright, how's this?: I'd like to know why you're so keen on fucking me.  Let's start there.

Alright then. What would you like to know?