@unstcbleempathy​ 

He’s unable to find his own opinion on what exactly he’s become. He has…mixed feelings on the topic. There were two sides of him that rarely got along with one another. One loved the concept of being able to kill, while the other was still HORRIFIED by the idea. Dual opposites of his of own self constantly fought in conflict, and yet, Graham seemed to embrace whatever darkness he had evolved into. New opportunities were opened for him and he was able to peek into the new darker universe that was offered to him. He would be able to fully step past the curtain that separated him from what rested beyond.

“Apart of me doesn’t agree with the concept of what I am,” his slouched seated position gave off an easy nature. “I feel both comfortable and uncomfortable in my own skin.”

When an unexpected visitor knocked on the door, Dexter opened it with surprise to see Will Graham. His immediate reaction to inform Will Hannibal wasn’t in at the moment, met with Dexter’s surprise to Will confirming he wasn’t here for him. ...Okay, then. It is mentionably less rare for the two of them to interact now, but never without Hannibal.

So he let Will inside. Why else would he be here unless he needed to discuss something. What’s weird though is that Will is seeking out Dexter, and not Hannibal. There has to be a reason for that.

The sheer curiosity of why had him leading them into the living room, lounging on opposite sides of the couch with beers in hands. 

Dexter is listening to Will, but he sucks at this. His own emotions are shallow surface level when they exist at all. Muted. But he’s come to like Will, in his own way Dexter is capable of, so he wants to try.

“...I think the problem’s your empathy. You have these urges, they even make you feel good. Until, uh... I don’t know. I’m assuming it starts to go south for you once you realize what you’ve done.” 

He pauses for a moment, trying to be thoughtful, but comes up with nothing. He opts for the truth, “I don’t experience empathy. Ever. Got the brain scans to prove it. I don’t care about how people feel, or the consequence of my actions. You do. But you also slip into a rich violent fantasy world." It’s up to Will which path he wants to take. Dexter leaves that hanging in the air without say.

Dexter theorizes Hannibal Lecter can experience empathy as well, but with the ability to switch it on and off at will. He doesn’t mention it, because Will doesn’t need to hear it. Dexter’s a monster same as Hannibal, but Will Graham is still on that path where he doesn’t have to become one himself.

Hannibal delights in what Hannibal is. Dexter feels no remorse for what Dexter is, but the thought that he could have saved himself from this occurs often enough.

It is Will’s darkness that draws Hannibal to Will.  Inexplicably, Dexter wants to nurture and expand the light which exists in Graham.

He hates himself for what’s about to come out of his damn mouth. Above most else, he prides himself on being loyal. Fuck, if this ever gets back to Hannibal. “...You need to be careful with Hannibal. He cherishes you, but that won’t protect you if you cross him. Maybe especially not. And, uh... Well. Since we’re on the topic-- Graham, I like you; but fucking over Hannibal won’t protect you from me, either.”

@unstcbleempathy

@scalpelsxx

“...It makes the heart race, doesn’t it?” 

They see each other, and understand. Dexter knows it shouldn’t make a difference. Hannibal should be on his table, not in his bed. The Code is clear about that. But Dexter doesn’t care. “I know what this might look like.” A twisted sense of justice, or some sort of moral high-ground. “It’s really not that.”

this wasn’t a friendly visit in the slightest, the pounding on his fist on the door was evidence enough. the moment the door swung open, his hand found itself on the stile pulling wider so he could force himself inside. he was too angry to make any attempt at politeness. 

“—you wanna know why my black ass is here? cause you thought it was wise to dodge my calls. i got voicemail so i know your phone isn’t off. why were you fucking dodging my calls cause as far as i can see you aren’t dead? “ 

“Uh-?”

What the fuck? Dexter makes no attempt to stop Robin’s barging inside. He just closes the door behind him. He looks at Robin, perplexed despite trying to mask it. Dexter never knows how to react when people flip out. Would it be weird if I just left? My own apartment? I hate this.

“I was at a crime scene,” he lies easily, gesturing to the black messenger bag hanging just beneath his hip, the strap over his shoulder. 

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indie rp account for Dexter Morgan of Showtime’s Dexter                 blood spatter analyst. husband. father. serial killer.

“You give me the fucking creeps. You know that, Dexter?”                     “Yeah, I know. Sorry about that.”

show based, set in seasons 1-5, and following the events of season 8.

multi-verse and multi-ship.

cross over, au, and oc friendly.

The fact he hasn’t properly met Will Graham until tonight was deliberate on Dexter’s part. He’s made sure to conveniently work late, or 'lose track of time’ at the gym every time he’s known Will’s due for an appearance. 

It’s nothing against Graham personally. The guy really is cute, in a moody sad-sack sort of way, and Dexter’s actually glad Hannibal’s met another person he connects with. How rare that is for people like them. It’s special. He has no intention to stand in the way of it, but his ‘Totally-Normal-100%-Real-Human-Person’ routine is shoddy in comparison to Hannibal’s flawless presentation. Dexter’s concerned Graham will see right through his bullshit and shoot him, like, ten times on the spot.

Ugh, I really hope not. But apparently taking the risk of death by clearly unhinged dog man is an example of what Dexter’s willing to do for his husband. I’m still not sure why that is. Dexter thinks he managed to get through dinner without raising any Total Freak Show red-flags, and now he’s in the kitchen, taking as long as he can get away with to wash the dishes. Everything’s fine. I was a little quiet, but shy people exist. I can’t be the first slightly odd forensics nerd Will’s encountered.

He’s not sure why Hannibal insisted Dexter finally have real interaction with Will. Maybe it’s to prove to Will that whatever’s going on between them really isn’t happening behind Dexter’s back, or maybe it’s because Hannibal’s a dick that gets his kicks from watching Dexter squirm. It’s probably both, and probably more. Hannibal’s ulterior motives have ulterior motives. 

And now he’s out of dishes; everything clean, dry, and put away. I wish dispatch would call. His cell phone, however, does not ring. Maybe that’s for the best. Dexter’s not jealous, but he is protective. Seems Hannibal’s emotions—which he does seem to genuinely have, unlike Dexter—have the potential to think for him with this Will Graham guy. Could be trouble ahead. It’s my job to subtly let him know I’ll personally remove his spinal cord if he hurts Hannibal in any capacity.

@scalpelsxx

Holy shit.

Hannibal beneath him; naked, hard, and begging is enough to make his head swim. It’s a goddamn miracle Dexter doesn’t come immediately. He’s been fucking Hannibal knuckle deep with two fingers. Hannibal’s been ready for him, but Dexter’s continued to tease, though he’s never been great at it. Impatient, Dexter always ends up the frustrated one.

“Yeah?” Dexter doesn’t have to be told twice. He’s coating himself generously with lubrication now, then settles between his legs. Perhaps missionary is considered blasé to some, but it’s Dexter’s favorite position when he’s topping. He can easily kiss Hannibal, see his face. Look into his eyes. Dexter struggles with expressing affection, but making love to Hannibal comes as naturally as instinct.

His forehead pressed against Hannibal’s, Dexter guides himself into him. “I’m right here.” A full body shudder as his hips roll forward to go deeper, electricity buzzing beneath his skin. He cups Hannibal’s face in both hands, pressing words low and breathless against his lips, “Do you feel me?” He kisses Hannibal before he can respond, strong arms holding him close.