勇敢な少女

THEN HE JUST

Send ‘◎’ and I’ll generate a number from 1-10 for a situation where my muse blurts out ‘I love you’ to your muse. (Mixture of fluffy, nsfw and angsty)

In an argument

While kissing

Last words

While half asleep

During foreplay/sex

As a goodbye

While dreaming

While drunk

When reunited with your muse

“He had me fooled as well,” he admits, “for a very long time.” The feeling isn’t difficult to recall. The betrayal clings to him like morning dew to blades of grass. When he first met Hannibal Lecter, the man had been the friend he needed, a lighthouse in a sea of the morbidity and brutality that surrounded and so often attempted to drown him. They were.. friends. There had never been very many people Will considered as friends. Like everyone else, he’d been ignorant. Blind. Until Hannibal wanted him to see. 

His jaw clenches ever so slightly. The question do you know where he is? stands on the tip of his tongue and he struggles to bite it back, unsure whether or not Chiyoh would even tell him if she did. As expected, gauging exactly where she stands on the topic isn’t a simple task. 

“He hurt you,” she says, quiet. Not even in the physical sense, though that much is part of the public record, now—beneath that, there’s more. Much more. Recognizing hurt is part of what she does for a living, and she can see it in him. More than physical pain. More than disgust at the actions of a demonic killer. Sympathy washes over her face like the tide coming in at the shore. Hands move forward, slightly, but she doesn’t touch him.

“I want to stop him, as well.” So she can sleep at night. So her closest friend and surrogate mother can sleep at night. Because what he’s doing is wrong? Because he’s a monster? Sure. But that comes second to the fact that he could hurt her, or someone she loved.