Will Graham (killingthoughts) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-08-01 17:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, !nsfw, will graham, yelena belova |
WHO: Will and Yelena
WHEN: 8/1 evening
WHERE: Eventually docks.
STATUS: In Progress
WARNINGS: High. Sexual content. Trauma allusions.
The cloudy and rainy Scotland weather did not deter Will from taking his dogs out after their breakfasts. The pack trotting beside Will as the hint of chill in the cool weather brought about memories of simpler late summer days long after Louisiana and long before Jack Crawford came knocking. The scared buck had its transformation and rebirth many times over since that. It was only now that he found that Hannibal’s touch on his life had simultaneously destroyed his and Abigail’s life and put them back together. He had Abigail to protect now, but without Hannibal to carved his path forward he had relaxed into his new form while reaching back to his desire to take in Strays. There were a few more now that he realized he was forming his own dog pack with, beyond Abigail. Time moved strangely through the hotel. Fast and then slow. Loud and then whispers. The air prepared for the darker side of the year; for the time Will felt more comfortable in. No scars to be seen through a single layer of clothes. No nightmares becoming dreams; only nightmares in nightmares. Something he felt at ease with now, preferred to be in. Letting the dogs wander off the hotel halls on their own, Will headed back to his room on the fourth floor. The latch of the rudimentary extra lock on the door turned into the door frame to allow the dogs access without him having to hear the pawing. Stripping off his shirts, he headed into the bathroom for a quick shower before his intended return outside for some twilight fishing. |