Dr. Hannibal Lecter (poisonlittleboy) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-07-18 00:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | hannibal lecter, will graham |
Who: Hannibal and Will
What: Making up
When: July 10th
Where: Will's house
Rating/Warnings: Discussions of violence and cannibalism in dreams
Status: In progress
While he cannot exactly blame Will for being angry at him, Hannibal has never been able to leave well enough alone, has he? No. So he puts together a nice bundle of fruits and pastries (and treats for the dogs) and decides to go pay Will a visit. To see if he can make amends.
It's not necessarily that Will's mad at Hannibal. Yes, he's upset with him, and what WIll believes to be betrayal on Hannibal's dream part. But mostly Will's angry with himself. He knows he should have expected it. The story was different this time, but it was still leading toward the same thing, but Will's not sure what he was thinking by the end. Well. He's sure, but he's not sure if he wants to admit it.
Things got away from him, and that makes him angry. While there was, thankfully, no real damage done, the scar is there, and it throbs with a dull ache that Will hadn't experiences the first time he dreamt about it. At the sound of the door he grunts, because he knows who it is, but he answers all the same. "What."
"Hello, Will," he says with a small smile and an arched eyebrow. Having had the dreams himself, he can imagine, he thinks with great accuracy, what Will is feeling. But he has no physical scar, at least. "I won't stay long, if you don't wish me to, but I wanted to see how you were fairing."
"f you wanted to know, dreaming about getting gutted is actually worse the second time around." All the same, Will steps aside to let Hannibal in, closing the door behind him. He lingers awkwardly for a moment before grabbing the basket of goodies. "I didn't mean to be ... I'm calmer now than I was earlier," he admits. The food is carried to the kitchen where Will searches for something sweet to sink his teeth in to.
There are cookies, of coures, because Hannibal knows Will's tastes. As well as a few tarts and things, and some fresh fruit. Hannibal follows, naturally assuming that Will's 'calmer' mood means that he's invited.
"I did not enjoy doing it, either time."
"I'm pretty sure you enjoyed it the first time." There was a lot more meaning the second time, a lot more knowing one another. Will was invested in their relationship. Will chomps into a cookie, being polite and waiting until he swallows until he continues. "It - That wasn't what either of us had planned. I think."
"No." Hannibal reaches out to push his fingers tenderly through Will's hair, kissing his forehead. "I had wanted you to come with me. That was all I ever wanted, was for you to join me."
Without thinking much about it, Will leans forward, resting his head on Hannibal's shoulder. There's still a part of him that's saying to stay away and run, but whatever Hannibal did to him in his dreams is sticking in the waking world. "I was going to go with you. I think I was. I wanted to."
"I felt heartbroken. Betrayed. That version of myself does not know how to react to such things other than through violence." He wraps his arms around Will loosely, perching his chin on the top of Will's head.
"Maybe not committing a massacre in your house would have been better." He closes his eyes, which is a bad, because he sees everything very vividly. Everything is red. Will snaps his eyes open again. "Did you think it was gonna turn out like it did?"
Hannibal takes his time answering, his hand moving in slow sweeps up and down Will's back, as much to soothe himself as to soothe Will. "No. Until that phone call, I thought everything would go as I had planned it."