#amputadoed

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                    ❛   hey   ,   kiddo   !   ❜    rosalina   calls   out   as   she   exits   her   car   and   is   greeted   by   not   only   aly’s   smiling   face   ,   but   also   a   stampede   of   dogs .     leaning   down   ,   she   makes   sure   to   pet   them   all   before   making   her   way   towards   the   girl   ,    ❛   i   wanted   to   come   by   ...   see   how   you’re   doing .     it’s   been   a   while   since   i   came   over .   ❜

     Of two things Will Graham was absolutely, inconsolably certain. One: Hannibal Lecter was the Chesapeake Ripper. Two: Aly staying with Hannibal meant that she was in danger of a fate arguably worse than death. If he had been playing mad scientist with the melting remains Will's head, he loathed to imagine what he could be doing with Aly's. She had been through so much already. They had all suffered the loss of Abigail, whom he had considered a second daughter. Aly was his flesh and blood, his pride and joy, and he was chomping at the bit to save her. He could not lose ANOTHER member of his crumbling family.      That was why when he was finally released from the BHSCI, Will insisted that she return home as soon as possible. Her TRUE home. Even if it would take a while to regain rightful custody. He had to know she was safe.      He had fully expected Hannibal to drop her off personally. And he did. Watching the two of them exit the shiny black Bentley made his fingertips twitch. He clenched his teeth behind a smile while his blood came to a boil. Will could not wait to meet her at the porch. He approached the driveway while Hannibal walked Aly toward the house with a hand on her shoulder. Will even thanked Hannibal quietly, as he had an appearance to maintain; they were so alike it almost hurt. As soon as he was close enough, and confirmed she had not been harmed, he choked out a pitiful laugh. Will threw his arms around Aly and lifted her into the air, spinning her around in a crushing hug.

          ➥  [ sent: Aly ]     dude you gotta get like an alarm system or                                         something

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