there was BLOOD on will graham’s face. some of it was his, some of it was hannibal’s. he could no longer tell the DIFFERENCE. the crimson drops slipping from the doctor’s lips to land on the other man’s cheek blended so well with his friend’s ( his BEST friend’s ) own. it carried the same SHADE , the same WEIGHT , the same PAIN as if it was his own. hannibal hovered over will graham’s mangled body & forgot for a short moment WHO WAS WHO. the lines dividing them both had BLURRED beyond the psychiatrist’s predictions. under all that blood will graham looked an awful like lecter’s REFLECTION … & vice versa.
how had it come to this ? to the point in which hannibal thirsted to DESTROY the only piece of himself that grew independently & detached from his body ? will graham was FAMILY. they had had a DAUGHTER together. but her upbringing had been DOOMED from the start due to her UNCONVENTIONAL rebirth. nowadays hannibal both thirsted to PLEASE will &TORTURE him. to aid him in his GROWTH & in his SELF-DESTRUCTION. this was L O V E … in its’ own special way. UNSTABLE enough to encourage hannibal to CRUSH his favorite patient’s bone structure but wrapped in such raw TENDERNESS that it kept hannibal from KILLING him.
two large hands still stained with the other’s blood now clasped the skull of the man laying beneath him. it wasn’t a harsh gesture, ON THE CONTRARY , it was quite careful. DELICATE even; as if holding the most precious of NEWBORNS between his palms. they had been doing nothing but breathing erratically for the last few minutes , exhausted from the FEROCIOUS fight which had just erupted within his kitchen. LECTER HAD HIM. he could SHATTER that boy’s cranium between his jaws & no one would know it. one bite & it would be all over, his disguise covered, will’s misery FINISHED at last … but what would be the FUN in that?WHO else could fully appreciate hannibal & his doings if not will graham ?
❛ rest. ❜ will grunted & moved, one last attempt at getting up that was quickly DENIED by the doctor’s unforgiving grip on the other’s hips. he slammed them back down, putting all of his weight onto the gesture. he watched will wince in PAIN. he looked HOLY in that moment ; a MARTYR with the bloodied shades of a CARAVAGGIO. ❛ some heroic acts are better left in dreams ____ rest now, will. and this too shall pass. ❜
there’s the WICKEDNESS OF THE MURDERS, & then there’s the psychological torture. the CHESAPEAKE RIPPER wields both with the skill of an artist… & will graham was his MASTERPIECE. masks have FINALLY FALLEN, veils of camouflaged identity dropped for his DREADFUL REALIZATION. how blind he was, how tolerant… all in the name of FRIENDSHIP. & how blind the others remain in the face of INNOCENT GALLANTRY. let the ripper invite them to his parties. let them devour his food. let them unknowingly take part in HIS LATEST KILL’Sdisposal. they’ll learn to LIVE WITH THE TRUTH like he does ––––––––––he’s still waiting for the APPROPRIATE REPULSION to strike. body motionless when he stares back at the visitor; oblivious of the cold bars that yet STAND BETWEEN THEM: defiance pouring from his every breath. ❛ ––––––––––doctor lecter. you really didn’t have to come. ❜
❛ if we’re talking FULL - ON nights’ rest… ❜ eyelids resolutely forced OPEN; he’s been keeping himself awake to AVOID THE DRENCHING TERROR, the sentiment of fear in its most BASIC, in its PUREST FORM. why dream when the nightmares VISIT HIM during the day? plague his every thought, TEAR HIS MIND APART? ❛ –––––––––––i’ve l o s t count. ❜
he doesn’t HOLD GRUDGES. not anymore. not now. not in hell. with DECAYED HUMANITY on the verge of self-decimation, the few unscathed need to rely on SOLIDARITY. self-defence is as relevant a tool as ever; perhaps MORE, even. muddy fingers dab at the burning temple from where her BLOW STRUCK, free hand held up in silent SURRENDER. the modern version of a white flag. ❛ ––––––––––i preferred the dead when they were… ACTUALLY DEAD.you know? ❜
❛ kid, if you have a STRONG STOMACH& would like to make a dollar… ❜ they’ve never needed OUTSIDE ASSISTANCE.jack crawford always sees to that. but special occurrences require he MAKES AN EXCEPTION& goes behind jack’s back. details matter. they do tho him, at least. ❛ ––––––––––i’d like to BORROW you & your camera. it won’t be long. ––––– for a CRIME SCENE. ❜
FOREWORD. hi, i’m nannie (she/her) and i live in paris (gmt+1). i have been roleplaying for four years solely on tumblr. this is an independent roleplay blog for the character will graham solely based on the nbc characterization, as portrayed by actor hugh dancy.
DISCLAIMER. this blog has been created purely out of fun purposes, as i am in no way affiliated with hannibal, nbc or hugh dancy.
MATURE CONTENT. be warned, dark and mature themes such as death, murder and other gory elements will be heavily addressed on this blog. bearing that in mind, i generally tag everything triggering.
ROLEPLAYING. to avoid being buried under an endless pile of drafts, i am selective with the blogs i follow and interact with. i only write with blogs i am in a mutual follow with and do not reply to memes that are sent by blogs i am not following.
PERSONAL INTAKE. i am currently in the process of watching the show's third season. but my preferred setting will be set in season one canon.
NO-NO. although i never watermark them, i do make all my icons. graphics, edits and writing posted on this blog are my own. nothing is for public use. do not steal anything from this blog, use your creativity.
THUMBS UP. send in a sentence from a meme before reblogging it. or don't, really, it's entirely up to you. repost a meme i’ve replied to though, memes are a great way to develop interactions.
ACTIVITY. activity may be regular to sporadic, depending on my mood, energy and real life. i will disappear from time to time to probably work on my other blogs but i generally log on tumblr every other days.