I Do Not Wish To See

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Will is working on a case in which the killer seems to be the Chesapeake Ripper. But he is not.

Jack has a tantrum, because he really wants this killer to be the Ripper so, just for a change, he blames Will for all the wrongs in the world.

  Hannibal is upset for reasons,

so he throws a party. In order to do that he must kill a few people because, you know… Food is expensive.

  Not even Will can make all the blues go away

    And the result is

  In this orgy of killers and killed people, finally at least one killer is caught.

  And finally, Will falls in love.

For real.

Even if I’ve been joking about it so far, and I’ve not, I’m not joking anymore.

  A bonus of all the beautiful things in this episode.

Hannibal 3x13 - The Wrath of the Lamb

Send 💀 for your muse to find mine unconscious.

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Burning. That was the only thing Will could feel in his body. Some places of his body hurt more than others. Like his cheek. His cheek really stung, and even as he laid there on something… soft, he couldn’t pinpoint why he felt this way. Or why he was unable to move. It felt like an eternity before he felt something else like the subtle pressing on his chest, only he wanted to scream at that pressure to stop. The motion causing a sharp burning sensation in the back of his throat which seemed to meet his tongue before there was a bright light.

Will Graham jolted up, water and blood spewing from his mouth directly into the cold wet lap of Hannibal. If Will would have known where, or that he was even going to be faced with this situation, he would have turned, but all he could do now was stare forward, blue eyes searching that familiar face as his brain connected the dots. “We survived…”

A wavering glance caused Will to look unto the waves. The sea was supposed to be settling, at least that is how Will used to feel, but now he just felt the anxiety bubble in the pit of his stomach. His blue eyes quickly finding Hannibal’s face again. Even being soaking wet, the man looked warm. He looked inviting. “Are you pleased?” Will’s face contoured into one of pain. His brows matching with a pinch as a result of the burning sensation still in his throat. Was he himself pleased? Did he want to be alive after that harsh fall? “What if this isn’t real, Hannibal. What if you’re like Abigail?”

The words grated on him slightly, having survived the fall he had felt congratulatory given the height and their injuries sustained beforehand. His eyes had not left those blue irises, seeing the pain that contorted Will’s features. Reaching out, he let his hand cup the side of Will’s jaw. Thumb running over the stubble as he tilted his chin to make him look at him. 

“Does this feel real to you?” Asking, holding his gaze but not daring to move closer.

 I want exclusive rights to your story.

“I’ll keep your secret.”