reckoning.

      This building was not just any building—-       as it boasted one of the largest collections       of silence in the world. Empty of nearly all       furniture, one could freely encounter, perhaps,       the desperate silence of one forced into        quiet or, possibly,  the hopeful peace of              morning.                     But—- to the matter at hand.       “Allow me to repeat myself.        Do you think that travel into        the fourth dimension is                                                    ————-possible?”        

                ' i don't really know what you're talking about. '

                 ‘ they’re all magnificent babes,              i can feel my heart soaring in their presence. ‘    ( it might seem like he’s coming on a bit strong, but his heart is pure on this matter! he truly does adore dogs with all of his heart, perhaps it’s simply due to a more canine portion of his mind views them as kin, it could be due to the fact that he had a close familial bond with a dog for years. but it could also be due to the fact that dogs simply are the superior race. who knows.     crouching down, he makes sure to greet each and every one of these marvelous dogs with loving pats, keeping his attention fair, even to the straggler coming to join in one the fun, his own tail swaying happily. (it’s the wind, clearly.)    his attention to them grows more idle when he looks up at their owner, feeling the love in the air between owner and dogs. they have a good home, he can tell. )       ‘ you’re such a lucky man !               i can tell they love you a lot.                         do you work for an animal shelter or are you just a dog enthusiast too ? ‘

' i'm will, ' he introduces himself, voice low.

When Hannibal isn’t home feat. Will and Beverly

        ‘ are those all your dogs ???                    they’re so adorable !!! ‘   ( said the boy with canine attachments above his head and on his lower back area.       and if they’re not all his dogs, then john may have just mentally adopted all of them in a split, yet executive decision. )

        lazily, he strokes the top of winston's head as the         dog hangs back, always cautious when it comes         to meeting new people while the rest of the pack         goes tumbling towards the boy. as far as will is         concerned, those ears and that tail are fake. so         he doesn't think much of them. a slight smile flick-         ers across his lips when winston finally, finally         bounds over to join the others.

         the constant trickle of water does well to her nerves. the flames in her eyes are doused out with each inhale she takes, and she tucks long hair behind both ears to get a better look at the clear water. when she looks up, alana catches the mischievous twinkle in will’s eyes— and squints accusingly. but when he laughs, the doctor decides to look it over with a shake of her head.             ”i can tell— you look like you’re having fun.”            watching will do what he loves is more fascinating than alana had thought it would be. there’s a difference between doing what you’re good at versus doing what makes you happy— and maybe saving lives was something worth sacrificing happiness for, but alana felt as though will was the one person in this world who really deserved happiness.             she doesn’t mind the silence. it’s comforting, to know you’re safe with someone you can trust with your life with, to know that you care for each other. when she’s back to dry land, she helps with carrying the rod while will takes care of the fish and gear. she falls into step with him so naturally, it scares her a little— how perfect it all seems.              the dogs are anxious to greet them when they return to will’s house: they’re practically climbing over each other at the door to bark at the two, and alana lets out a little laugh. “thank goodness you don’t owe a collection of cats,” she jokes, reaching up to take the hat off her head to loosen her ponytail into her signature mess of curls before heading inside.

and he shuts the shower off, grabbing a towel from the rack and wrapping it around his waist before he steps out.

                            “Ah. Company— do tell.                              Is travel into the fourth                              dimension possible?”

           that's certainly that last thing he expected to be            greeted with.

I have become rather fearful I suppose.  (via unseenmockingjay)

Will Graham & Alana Bloom | 1x11 (Rôti)

        "You know my kitchen is always open to you, Will," he replies around the rim of his glass before inhaling through the nose. On the hinge of floral aftertaste, he nods his head and resumes, "Though I feel I must ask, as your psychiatrist and your friend, do you recall what you were dreaming?"

a chiseled jaw sets, will turning his eyes back up to the doctor briefly and staring. eyes search doctor lecter's face for the next few moments before tearing themselves away to look at the wall just over lecter's shoulder. clearly, talking about his dreams makes him uncomfortable.

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               She could only muster a breathy whispered reply,               “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

' don't-- don't worry about it. '