I miss them. I miss their dynamic, the way they reached a point where they could practically finish one another’s sentences. I miss the corruption of it all, the yearning laid bare, the sacrifices made without hesitation. Hannigram, you are something truly, terribly special.

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If my body is walking around without my permission, you’d say that’s a loss of control?

This kind of first-and-last embrace just kills me every single time I watch it because Will initiated it, and he made Hannibal hold his waist, and he's leaning onto Hannibal, almost like drowning himself in Hannibal with his head dipped into his shoulder, and then there is fucking Hannibal the ControlFreak Lecter who has his eyes shut without a single care in the world for what might happen to him because he has his dearest Will in his arms and the world can end right there and then for all he cares, if that is his dearest Will's design for them.

on waiting / on saving yourself