Hugh Dancy as Will Graham in HANNIBAL Season 2
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Hugh Dancy as Will Graham in HANNIBAL Season 2

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there’s a M E T H O D to her madness and certainly ( or at least, at present ) a need to keep with the path of it all. she’d like to be free, wander around aimlessly doing as most demons do but she also wasn’t born yesterday; idiocy got people dead and believe it or not ( no matter how easy death had been in comparison ), she liked being ALIVE. the perks of humanity were but a bonus — one of the few. “ no offence... ” they’d hummed, needing to insinuate the importance of the task at hand. “ I have a job to do and this — isn’t helping. ”
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she’d always been susceptible to B R I E F instances, where the cogs of humanity would find themselves aflame ( she liked to deem it ghosts of a past version of herself, one who had sold their soul for magic ). times change and she’d moved on — maybe not far enough or sometimes too far. truthfully she knew where her issues laid: she cared TOO much about the wrong things and not enough about the right ones but that seemed to fall into deep water and drown. it was ALWAYS the innocent ones that reminded her of her issues; people who basked in the light and didn’t seem to care to judge or bat an eye at who or what you were ( yes, she had been aware she was evasive on those subjects ). she’d stab herself later for it, probably want to gauge out her eyes for the words that she’d allow to leave her vessel but alas...not everything had to be something more than a passing kindness. “ hey, ” they chuckle, it’s almost genuine until she’s internally spitting venom at herself ( she’s blaming it on him; her vessel and his kindness ). “ nice to see you didn’t become an icicle. ” it’s probably too soon to make remarks like that but given her lapse into momentary kindness, she doesn’t care; screw the rules.
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she’d been used to daggers; that S E E M E D to be the norm because demons only did loyalty for so long ( until it either faded or another high bidder came along to continue the violent circle ). if anything death was easy and living was the hard part, not simply by slight defective tendencies alone but rather because what good was a world filled with people willing to kill or betray you. it’s amusing, the self-centered nature of how she worked; that’s how he’d been roped into the bigger picture before. vessel or not, she had to give him points; without him, she never would’ve succeeded but even in the VAST desire of bigons being bigons...some secrets needed to remain ( it wasn’t anything person ) and maybe there was an amusing narrative to just how much she enjoyed being this vessel: how much she liked to feed off of people’s assumption of good intention because of nothing more than a smile and a badge — or maybe it was the power. on principle, she did take a moment to vastly enjoy the maturity that had come with a decade. although he hadn’t changed much at all ( certainly not in any physical way ). and then they beam, offer a smile which speaks for to the joyous buddy cop narrative than anything more...questionable.
plenty of bodies had been showing up, all of which she’d guarantee were deaths linked to the darker supernatural folk in the town and lucky for her...the department weren’t trying to act oblivious. “ they’re getting reckless, ” their tone is serious, less so is the internal amusement but that seems to be something she’ll enjoy later. “ all these deaths are had to cover up; people aren’t as susceptible to embracing ignorance as they used to be... ” a groan, it’s only slightly frustrating and maybe it would be more so if she’d not been certain she’d had her fair share in the bodies listed.
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a cop? it’s not a presence that necessarily bothers her, per say, but she imagines there might be some people that would beg to disagree ( the ones looking into this as an opportunity to drink themselves under the table ). “ relax. i’m not troubled enough to break through with the underage drinking. ” which, in context, might actually be a little bit sad. who knows? maybe joining all the wrinkly alcoholics rounded up at the bar would do her some favors ; deal with the stress and all of that.
she’d be a liar if she was to claim that the power aspect of her vessel’s job, didn’t make her the S L I G H T E S T bit happy. if anything there was some kick to it that she wasn’t presently able to funnel through demonic acts ( or certainly not the ones she’d like ). “ presently, we’re all troubled enough... ” they state with some certainty; it wasn’t hard to feel the chill, to wonder if the heating had simply stopped working or if knowing meant imagining the worst-case scenario. so that the mind would bring it to life. she’d chuckle but she finds it...—UNNEEDED. in this scenario at the very least. there’s a warm smile, something that speaks more buddy cop than bitch playing a cop and it’s convincing ( she likes to say that his face is one far friendlier than she’d typically give herself ). “ couldn’t blame you for it; I'm sure, we all have the ways we like to cope. ” not wrong, granted some were profusely annoying. “ take that guy over there, who looks like he hasn’t showered in a year — he’s been humming the same tune for the past half hour. ”
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he decides straight away that he likes them. they’re funny, have a glint in their eye that sparks familiar, and they haven’t tried to interject any questions about morality, or consequence of action, upon hearing his comments. so he smiles, nods his head in their direction. “ i’m more of a — ” he paraphrases their words. “ quick and dirty kind of guy. ” one snap, or a sinking of his fangs into their carotid artery, and it’s GAME OVER. ( he’s not against playing with his food but he’s not known for being patient either. ) “ — but what’s life without a little variety ? we’ll be here for awhile. might as well have a little F U N while we’re at it. ” he’d played good for so many years, tried to deny the person that he really was down deep, and in truth ? IT FEELS GOOD EMBRACING YOUR INNER DEMONS AND NOT TRYING TO BE THE BETTER MAN PEOPLE THINK YOU CAN BE. “ suggest away. ” his eyes light up, elbows braced against the bartop as he slides a glass of bourbon over to them.
she’s not often I N T R I G U E D though she’d guess, given the chill in the air and the ominous vibe of panic and disorder...—it was NATURAL. something she enjoyed about anyone tiptoeing the line of darkness or certainly those that had dove headfirst into the chaos was the very nature in which they approached things; she’d like to imagine she’d be able to do the same. that perhaps she had fewer emotions than what presented but her own was merely a construct that TYPICALLY made all the chaotic parts far more fun ( the dog wouldn’t chase the rabbit if he didn’t feel hungry ). “ of course you are, ” they found themselves amused by that notion, if only because most men tended to be the same: in and out, the job is done without the need to play around. Sure, in some situations that was the best methodical approach but it always left room for more. why kill someone fast when you could make them suffer? “ things are always a lot more satisfying when they last longer BUT you do you. ” they aired a simple smile, no lie to it but merely the preface of intention in that moment. she’d argue she’d played this game in her head a vast number of times, always imagining a different scenario; whether to make them scream or to make them WISH they could. “ compulsion is the lazy option — make them so scared, they don’t scream...” probably unsurprising that they spoke in a tone that made it all sound like a random afternoon discussion. “ remove parts: bones, organs until they’re almost begging for death. ”