*THIS IS MY DESIGN

touch meme . send one to do to my muse .

001.   grab their hand .

002.   kiss their cheek .

003.   give massage .

004.   kiss hand .

005.   high five .

006.   cuddle .

007.   cry on . 

008.   shoulder hug .

009.   bear hug .

010.   kiss them .

011.   pinkie promise .

012.   piggy back ride . 

013.  give them food . 

014.   from behind hug . 

“It always comes back to this with you, doesn’t it?”

“Why can’t you just learn to let the fuck go.”

“Did it over occur to you that I never wanted this to begin with?”

“Why can’t you just look at me for one god damn second!”

“Let go of my hand.”

“I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

“Why are you — saying all these things —”

“You know what? I was wrong. You never really meant anything to me. You’re broken, you’re beyond fixing, you’re not something I want to take the time to handle. Simple as that.”

“You’re a god damn mistake, that’s what you are.”

“I never wanted anything to do with you to begin with.”

“This, us, was a fucking mistake and I should have known the second things went further than planned.”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”

“If anything, you were a fucking waste of time.”

“I just don’t feel anything anymore.”

“Looking at you I see nothing but something I need to put an end to.”

“Oh? Really? You thought we had a future? What gave you that idea.”

“Is this even going anywhere?”

“Why can’t we just talk about it —”

“Does it ever occur to you that I am done talking? That I am done with reflecting upon my words and action? Can’t you just take a fucking hint that I’m done with you? I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”

“We’re through. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“You were broken to begin with.”

“How am I supposed to ‘love you’ when I never had feelings to being with.”

“Haha, I don’t know who gave you THAT idea, but we’re not an item. We never were.”

“I’d like for you to leave now.”

“Just get out. Get out and leave me alone.”

“Why are you — saying all these things??? Where did they come from???”

“If you never were happy to begin with, how come you never told me?! I would have listened, I would have helped —”

“I don’t need, or want help, what I want is for you to get the fuck away from me.”

“You’re damaged goods and I can’t find the patience to take on you as a project.”

“You’re the kind of crazy I don’t want to deal with.”

“Lately you’ve become a burden, and I can’t handle it anymore.”

“If you’d just leave me alone, that’d be great.”

“Oh come on, the second we got to know each other, the due date were already set on us. We were never meant to last forever. Our relationship had a deadline, and now we’re at it; so, what you gonna do?”

“This is all on you.”

whether  to  claw  his  way  out  or  accept  the  him  as  master,    Hannibal  has  yet  to  see.    In  his  actual  palace,  only  an  hour  from  Wolftrap  and  mere  twenty-some minutes  from  the  Baltimore  Courthouse,  Hannibal  Lecter  opens  his  door  to  the,  newly,  freed  Will Graham.          

but  this  is  not  the  Will  of  the  before ,    he  comes  to  Hannibal  fresh  from  the  chrysalis  and  still  wet  behind  the  ears;    the  salmon  button  down  that  adorns  his  body  is  freshly  pressed,  seams  still  burnt  from  their  pressing.  Hannibal  lifts  his  nose  as  Will  saunters  past,  hair  slightly  slicked  and  under  that  —  under  it  all?      Hannibal  wonders  if  he’s  changed  his  cologne  or  perhaps  his  pheromones'  were  the  culprit   for  this  new,   sharper  Will  Graham  presented  to  him.  the  breeze  of  his  entry  the fireplace  dances  and  sends  morbid  shadows  across  the  wall.

He’d failed to see it before, but he saw it now---the way Hannibal had always been pulling the strings. This game of chess, the board he hadn’t even known he was on. But he knew better now, knows a lot more than Hannibal thinks too. Because now, Will knew he was playing. 

And anger was surely dangerous, sharpened like a dagger, just on the precipice of what could easily be something else. Because anger took passion too, a certain dedication. And Will knows just what the other wants, but it was his turn to pull now.

Will wants control and Hannibal was unlikely to relinquish it, unlikely to allow him that desire. And so perhaps this would simply become a cycle of wanting things they could never have. Or maybe finally understanding what they truly did. 

He walks into the office of Dr. Lecter, different than he once was, but seemingly still welcomed all the same. There was intent behind every detail, maybe more than he’d even like to admit. He’d always been good with detail ( and it was admittedly something Hannibal had his own special way of sharpening inside his mind too. )

He smiles, an expression perfectly bordering on polite and amused, despite it’s tight lipped display. He chuckles, ❝I don’t thinks ours is an affair of ROMANCE, Dr. Lecter.❞ But it certainly was one of PASSION nonetheless, wasn’t it?

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