#personsuited

          It’s the first time he’s ever asked someone about Hell and has gotten a response other than comparing it to a pit of fire and ramification. It’s kind of nice, to hear a different answer.     ❛❛  I suppose it would be complete loneliness for me. A vast expanse of solitary darkness.  ❜❜    Ash muses, fingers twiddling with a stray string from his sleeve,    &   it takes him a moment to look up and offer a tired smile. 

E - EXTRA INFO (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

// For a vampire, blood is pretty much always going to come into the equation somewhere so I suppose under those circumstances, it would be considered the norm and is no longer really a fetish, as intrinsically linked to sensuality as it is for them. 

Another thing that he really enjoys (although he doesn’t really let on that he does) is definitely praise, comfort, and encouragement in the bedroom. He’s had such a rough, painful life that sweet talk and reassurances of love and loyalty definitely go a long way for him -- he likes to feel taken care of for once, and when someone has the patience to put up with his unpredictability, there’s a great reward for them in the end. I suppose feeding into this would be something quite minimal, but being grabbed and held onto tightly by the person he loves is very soothing for him. That pressure and the sense of being so needed and wanted are all factors that are very reassuring for him. 

His eyes were shut gingerly against the blistering wind that whipped past his face. The sound of footsteps in the snow didn’t alarm him. He saw through his mind’s eye, focusing in on what was before him and tracking back to before it’d happened. Replaying the acts as if he were the one committing them. Will flinched, feeling someone stop at his side before opening his eyes. It took him a moment to speak.

  @personsuited​​ asked: “someone’s always abandoning you. “ {accepting}

     Clarice tensed. It was like he had stabbed her in the gut, each word driving the knife deeper. Up until now, she had done her best not to show any real feelings. But now her fists clenched ever so slightly as she watched him, quietly choosing her words as she thought of her answer.

      “ No one has ever abandoned me, Doctor. “ It was a lie, one she hoped he would believe.

Will’s aware of Hannibal’s presence behind him, likely very much awake. They have a habit of waking up together-- a detail Will had forgotten in the time of not sharing a bed.

He should say something. He can feel the tension in the room, Hannibal’s quiet anxiety hanging around them. Serves him right. Will basks in it, biding his time as he considers how, when given the space to come to Hannibal, slowly but surely he’d found his way back to him.

Will rolls over, affection coursing through him when he tucks his face against the solid warmth of Hannibal’s chest. He would drift back to sleep if it didn’t mean missing out on his company. A pleased murmur, “Hey, you.”