EMPATHE , i.

BLOGROLL : @bluntache , @midruin

shoulders roll as tension builds underneath plaid sleeves, attempting to dispel it without success. ❛❛ i'm not sure i follow . ❜❜ a delicate balance of irritation and understanding push him towards speech though silence may be more preferred by both parties.

I ACHE , a pain from deep within : devouring my blooming guilt , it builds alters inside me . YEARNING FOR THE BLADE of regret between my ribs once more , I ACHE : but not for absolution . my gaze sharpened against your knife ; empathy is not regression . it is a new weapon , to know thine enemy as you know yourself. I ACHE to change you just as you ache to devour me. / @baitlure , ind. will graham of nbc hannibal .

a tricky question , it requires him to look closely : risking seeing more than he would like . ❛❛ ah , ( a moment reprieve from the weight of indecision —— then eyes raise . ) very professional . ❜❜ it sounds disapproving , a sense of regret rising in his chest immediately after . ❛❛ but that's not out of the ordinary for you . ( nervousness settles somewhere in his throat , akin to a insect that won't stop buzzing ) are you asking if i approve ? then yes , you look well . expensive , put together ... ❜❜ his gaze raises a hint too much and the feeling of thinly veiled violence begins to ruminate in his gut , aching along the smile line hannibal gave him . ❛❛ you look like a god among men . as you think , so shall you be . ❜❜ he says the last part , softly , an inside joke between them . will is a devotee for now , but soon , he will become more as well .

❛❛ what do YOU think about —— ( he gestures upwards , at the painting : smiles & gives himself a mental reminder that he was speaking & to continue ) —— that sort of art . do you find it stimulating or vulgar? ❜❜

desperately strange in his yearning , he walks into the cemetery . trying to find something in his excursion to help drown the aching he feels with hannibal being away from him —— unwilling to be with him, more aptly . ❛❛ sorry . ❜❜ a quick word , awkward : pushing the air from his lungs outwards into the cold air . the fog arises , slightly blocking his features . eyes avoiding the other , as he tries to go a different route , unwilling to speak to any other strange figure in the graveyard . he can't be sure that the person even exists . he struggles enough with his mind these days , he doesn't need to add any confusion . ❛❛ i'm just trying to get over here. ❜❜ he doesn't question why another man might need to be here at 2 am . it's not his business or in his wheel house to care .

❛❛ quiet? ( he rotates his shoulder , trying to rid himself of the ache their last crime scene has left him with . ) that implies intent to speak . have i ever been one to wax poetic? ( the ache in his shoulder worsens with the cool virginia air : crisp with the promise of snow coming . ) i think my mind is busy enough with your killers , isn't much room for my own thoughts these days . ❜❜