#destructiveempathy

Stop suggesting Hulu! They only air in the USA. Try for all of the others, though. We need Hannibal back, but we also need the views from the fans around the world.

Hulu have international plans and know the only way they can progress is to become international. Disney are currently in the process of purchasing Fox (a deal I don’t know the ins and outs of, it’s expected to take at least another year to go through) and Fox owns 60% of the shares of Hulu. This gives them so much more potential not only for expansion, but international expansion. So based on the news we have currently, for me they’re still a player and I would still recommend involving them in this.

When Abigail received a knock at her door that morning, she immediately felt her hackles raise. It had to be the FBI. It always was, and yet she could never shake the deep, nagging fear that Hannibal would be on the other side of that door. Even with him locked behind bars, and the Bureau’s assurance that he didn’t know she was even alive, she still fell into sickly spirals of terror.

With a deep, cleansing breath, she peered through the peephole, then calmed somewhat when she saw Jack Crawford on the other side. He wasn’t an uncommon visitor.

Slowly opening the door, she frowned as she looked up at him and cocked her head. “Yes? Were we supposed to have an appointment today?”

“Will’s here.”

All at once, the blood drained from Abigail’s face. “Why?” she hissed. “He’s not supposed to know about me! If he knows, then Hannibal-!”

“Will won’t testify. And as you know, we need his testimony if we’re ever going to sink Lecter permanently.”

“But you don’t need me to do it! You promised that I could live a life away from all this!”

Jack’s expression was somber. “I break promises when they suit the greater good, Miss Hobbs. Prepare yourself, because he’s coming in a moment -- he believes you’re just some random key witness. Undoubtedly, this will be a shock for the both of you.” Taking out his phone, he texted Will the all clear and took a step back. “He’s coming now.”

In a panic, Abigail turned away from the door, only showing her back as she held herself for support. It wasn’t that she’d ever trusted Jack per se, but now she knew all men were liars. Behind her, she could hear two men murmuring, and tears filled her eyes. It was becoming difficult to breathe...

Will could remember very little of what had occurred. After plunging into the cold, briny sea, he could only recall flashes of light and color. And the pain -- it had been excruciating. So much so that his body had fallen to its greatest defense, and had shut down in favor of healing. When he’d awoken a week later, Hannibal had informed him that he had been unconscious.

Despite their near-death experience, Hannibal merely seemed bruised when he relayed their situation. They had been reported dead -- enough of their DNA had been left behind to suggest Dolarhyde had thrown them into the sea before he, himself, had expired. Ever since then, Hannibal had been slowly reviving the two of them, moving from place to place to evade detection. Currently, they were in Table Rock, Nebraska. Will had stored that bit of information away for later. He needed to get away -- he needed to separate himself from Hannibal’s cancer before it was too late.

When night fell, Hannibal went out with the promise of fetching more medical supplies, and Will waited before limping out to a payphone. His cellphone had been ruined during the fall. It was undoubtedly a good thing, too, seeing how the FBI would have been able to track him.

After calling a cab, he hesitated before dialing a number that had long since been dead to him -- one that belonged to his twin brother, Liam. Following the death of their father, they had more or less become estranged. Will had never been as family-oriented as his twin -- hell, he’d never been as people-oriented as his brother, period, and that had only caused a deeper rift.

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GENERAL

Name: Abigail Elizabeth Hobbs Alias(es): Abby, puffin (by her father) Gender: Female Age: 19 (though I’ve written her as old as 23 in certain AUs)  Date of Birth: August 6 Place of Birth: Duluth, MN Hometown: Bloomington, MN  Spoken Languages: English, and a little Spanish (from school) Romantic Preference: (I honestly don’t know? There are so many terms that I get confused, but she’s only been in relationships with men.) Sexual Preference: Heterosexual Occupation: N/A. In my older verses, she’s a college student.

APPEARANCE

Eye Color: Deep ice blue Hair Color: Dark brown Height: 5′5″ Scars: Knife wound from her father on her throat; a pale, barely noticeable line on her shin from falling out of a tree; a scar beneath her elbow from breaking her arm (from the same tree accident). Burns: None. Overweight: No. Underweight: A little.

FAVORITE

Color: Earthy tones are her color of choice, so she doesn’t have a specific favorite, though if she had to choose, it would be green. Hair Color: No preference. Eye Color: No preference. Song: Human by Daughter Movie: The Princess Bride T.V. Show: Abigail used to enjoy procedural dramas, but that quickly dissipated. As a whole, she doesn’t really watch much TV. Food: Cowboy chili (a special recipe she used to make with her family). Drink: Shirley Temples Book: Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

HAVE YOU

Passed A Levels/APs: Yes. Passed University: In some verses. Had sex: In some verses. Had sex in public: No. Gotten pregnant: No. Kissed a male: Only a select few. Kissed a female: Once -- Marissa offered to show her how to kiss before they entered high school, so she took her up on it. Gotten tattoos: No. Gotten piercings: Her ears, though she rarely wears earrings. Had a broken heart: Over her family, absolutely. Friendships and romances weren’t a huge part of her childhood. Been in love: No. Stayed up for more than 24 hours: No.

ARE YOU

A Virgin: In some verses. A Cuddler: No. Post-trauma, cuddling can make her uncomfortable and panicky, depending on how in control she feels. A Kisser: Sometimes. Scared Easily: Not usually, but post-trauma she can easily be set off. Jealous Easily: No. Trustworthy: To those she is loyal toward, yes. Dominant: Sometimes. Submissive: Sometimes, though this is less common after her father’s death. She has a strong desire for control. In love: No. Single: Yes.

RANDOM QUESTIONS

Have you harmed yourself: Only once. It was after she first started luring with her father. In an effort at proving to herself that everything was real, she took a hunting blade and cut along her palm. Thought of suicide: Despite her self-loathing, she is afraid of death, so it doesn’t occur too often. She’s fought far too hard to lose her life. Attempted suicide: No. Wanted to kill someone: Despite loving her father, she occasionally wishes she had killed him herself. In survival AUs, she also wants to kill Hannibal. Drove a car: Yes. Have/had a job: Yes -- mostly summer jobs, like at amusement parks and restaurants. Have any fears: Far too many to name, but her biggest fear is becoming like her father.

FAMILY

When Abigail had awoken, she had been momentarily blinded by a pot of too-yellow flowers. Her head had ached, and amidst the dizzy disorientation of who and what she was, her memories had all come crashing back in a terrorizing, overwhelming whip of ice that had ripped up her spine.

Soon after, nurses and FBI agents had questioned her, and she’d fallen into an intentional vow of silence. She didn’t want to talk to any of these people. They didn’t understand her, nor did she think they ever would.

Becoming frustrated with her refusal to speak, the questions gradually lessened, and then she was ordered to attend therapy. 

On this day, however, someone new entered her bedroom. He had tired, oddly observant eyes, and disheveled hair... He looked very familiar. 

“You killed my dad,” Abigail whispered. It was a statement, not a question -- she remembered him now. While she’d bled out, she’d seen her panicked reflection in his glasses. Swallowing past the bandage on her throat, she unsteadily rose from her window seat, now nailing him in place with her icy, questioning eyes. “Are you going to interrogate me now, too?”

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