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@hawksired​  asked,   ‘   “   here ,   have  my  jacket .   ”   ’   𝙼.

     ‘   Thank  you,  Matthew.   ’   Informal  is  what  he  supplies,  supposing  that  the  purposefully  light  response  may  catch  interest-  playing  into  the  belly  of  another  predator.

     The  jacket  smells  like  his  co-conspirator,  the  windbreaker  fabric  sliding  over  his  shoulders  as  the  other  man’s  hands  cusp  the  outside  of  his  shoulders.  What  about  him  caught  Matthew  Brown’s  interest?  Through  their  exchanged  words,  he  hadn’t  quite  enough  to  gauge  him,  to  decide  where  his  civility  sat.  Some  men  were  great  beasts...  some  were  snakes.

@hawksired​ asked “What are you doing out this late?”||| MEME: Accepting

Sleep had not been Bright’s friend for quite a number of years. When insomniac tossing and turning had gotten to be too much, Malcolm had taken to the streets. A long walk tended to tire him out at some point, or at the very least gave him something to do until it was time to get ready for work. There was a good chance this was going to be another sleepless night. 

Steps took him directly down the center of the street, silent and empty. The tiredness wasn’t lost on him, just the ability to do anything substantial about it. Bright pulled his arms around himself as he shuffled along. Thoughts wandered to the warm overcoat he’d left hung up. The Harvard hoodie he was wearing didn’t feel warm enough for the brisk night even if there wasn’t snow at the moment. Lights crept up behind him, stretching closer until he’d noticed. With a turn of his head, Malcolm stepped over towards the curb to get out of the way. Instead of passing him, the car slowed beside him, probably to check on the guy walking alone at three in the morning. “What are you doing out this late?”  

@hawksired​ sent "I did something terrible." for Holden

Betrayal & Regret starters

Status: ACCEPTING

@hawksired said  :    “would you like company?”

     IT’S STRANGE,  SEEING MATTHEW OUTSIDE THE CONTEXT OF THE HOSPITAL.    akin to plucking a character from their novel and placing them outside the constraints of fiction  —   it sets will on edge,  like sinking his teeth into something intolerably cold.    finding him there,  stood on will’s front porch like some casual friend,  had brought a mingled flare of irritation and interest;  the baltimore state hospital for the criminally insane is a place in which he no longer wishes to linger.    and yet,  matthew had admired him.    had been willing to kill for him.    and that is the sort of allegiance will could use.

     it hadn’t taken long for matthew to settle into his home.    he strikes will as the sort to find root anywhere,  the kind of seed that germinates in even the crudest of soil.    there’s a resiliency about it that will respects,  a kind of defiance that he himself aspires to.    persisting for the sake of persisting,  flourishing in the name of spite.    he has had enough of ducking his head.    has had too many fingers fist willingly in his hair and force it down themselves.

     when the sun has long since dipped its head below the horizon,  the house a tiny beacon in an endless expanse of darkness,  will drains what’s left of his whiskey and sets his glass on the table.    it’s a definitive gesture,  and will leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees to punctuate it,  lacing his hands between them.    “ if you’ll excuse me, ”    he begins,  empty pleasantry at best,    “ i need to go pay a visit to a...  mutual friend of ours. ”

     is this not one of the reasons why he invited matthew inside in the first place?    was it not,  in an echo of a tune familiar to hannibal’s fingers,  an action taken for no purpose but to see what would happen?

     matthew closes his jaws around the hook,  and will feigns surprise.    he arches his brows and leans back,  as though the prospect has only just settled over his skin,  and he is finding it gentle and warm.    a shadow of a smile twitches upon his lips,  and he allows it to tug into something approaching indulgent.    there is something gratifying in making an assumption and having it proved right.    something powerful in pulling a string and seeing how it will make a thing move.

     “ what did you have in mind? ”

“I thought you two could use some privacy,” Hannibal remarks, looking up from his book. When he stepped out of the shower earlier, it was to the sight of Matthew and Will tangled together and kissing on their bed. Uncertain of when the pair last had an encounter with just the two of them, Hannibal had quietly dressed before departing to the living room to catch up on some reading.

But judging by the amount of time that’s passed and the glow Matthew seems to have about him, Hannibal is willing to wager they’re finished. Will, with his habit of post-coital dosing, is likely already asleep.

Hannibal marks his spot in his book, closing and setting it aside before standing. He takes Matthew’s hand once he reaches him. Slowly and steadily, they’ve become closer. “Are you certain I won’t be intruding?”

@bravery-sought banana fish sounds interesting :o

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The bar smells NOTHING like the one in his hometown. His brain is slightly muddled with buzz of alcohol  (  he’s not drunk  ,  yet  ).  He’s not particularly good at starting conversations but somehow the two of them managed to strike up a worth-while conversation  ,  mainly revolving around the topic of SHITTY childhoods. Alex blinks as if unsure that he heard that offer correctly and he re-situates himself on the bar-stool to face the man.   “  If you could grow wings and fly across the country  ,  that’d be quite something.  ”  He laughs dryly.

🔪     WED , BED , BEHEAD .Send my muse three names. You know the rest.