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These Days, (I seem to think a lot about the things that I forgot to do)

@drhanniballecter

The gaps in Garrett Jacob Hobbs’s form draw his eye.  Phone number, no address.  Oh, you overdid it, my man, he thinks, too damn neat.  A neat and tidy sonofabitch— and you knew it, didn’t you?  He asks the woman at the desk to sign off on the files as he slips the form back into it’s folder and tucks it under his arm.  The phone number sticks blue to the back of his eyelids.

Will doesn’t even blink, snatching the paper out of Hannibal’s hand.  “You say so, doctor.”

“She’s a friend with a shared interest.”  Hell if he’s going to let Hannibal send this to shit on him.  “She’s off-limits, Hannibal.”

"Who the fuck is Susan?"

“First of all: where in the hell is this coming from?  Second of all: she’s a friend.”

"Who the fuck is Susan?"

“First of all: where in the hell is this coming from?  Second of all: she’s a friend.”

// haha when u wanna save something as a draft so u hit ‘save draft’and then tUM BLR FUCKING POSTS IT

There’s a peculiar suspense to watching your fiercely held contempt slip away with a touch.  Somehow, beneath the swirl of emotion surrounding that hand on his shoulder, Will felt cheated.  He covered that hand with his own and gave it a light squeeze before gently sliding it off his shoulder and heading for the door.

"I'm sorry."

“Are you, now?”  Maybe another glass in he’d have been more ready; but they were doing this now.  He downed what he had in his glass.

Will nodded, eyes pinned where Hannibal had them.  “Thank you.”

"I'm sorry."

“Are you, now?”  Maybe another glass in he’d have been more ready; but they were doing this now.  He downed what he had in his glass.

Shit.  Will turned to take a look at Hannibal now, taking in the posture.  “I’m not done being mad.”  He said, “I don’t know when I will be.”

"I'm sorry."

“Are you, now?”  Maybe another glass in he’d have been more ready; but they were doing this now.  He downed what he had in his glass.

"I'm sorry."

“Are you, now?”  Maybe another glass in he’d have been more ready; but they were doing this now.  He downed what he had in his glass.

Do you want that chronologically or alphabetically?

Where did I go wrong?

IC WORD ASSOCIATION.

READ THE WORD THEN TYPE THE FIRST WORD THAT COMES TO YOUR CHARACTER’S MIND. (REPOST, DON’T REBLOG).

TAGGED BY: @drhanniballecter TAGGING: // idkk whoeverrrrr

ROUGH: Waves

HIDE: Away

FOOLISH: Mistake

SAD: Without

HATE: Burns

LIGHT: Find

DARK: Enclosed

MOTHER: Gone

FATHER: Motor

CHILD: Hope

MARRIAGE: Sweet

LOVE: Ideal

SOFT: Foam

PET: Dog

DREAM: Fleeting

DIVORCE: Loss

WATER: Power

LOUD: Shout

ANNOUNCEMENT:  Alert

POWER: Control

FIGHT: Kill

SMACK: Strike

WHITE: Noise

SICK: No

KISS: Nice

HUG: Trust

HURT: Betrayal

HAPPY: Maybe

Will had begun drinking at 8.  He’d left around 10.  So, about an hour he’d been out there, staring at the moon.  Well, in’t that some shit, he thought.

“If that’s what you call heavy.”  He tried to laugh, but he just sounded tired.  “Maybe.  Does a man always need a reason to drink?”

“It’s nearly 11:30, I was just about to head to bed myself when I spotted you outside.”  He watched Will drink, having not made himself a cup. He watched as Will’s adam’s apple moved with the hot fluid that ran down his throat, it made him feel at peace. 

“You’ve been drinking heavily.” Hannibal noted, “Any reason for the occasion?” 

Will curled his fingers into the blanket, the softness of it seeping through the numb in his skin.  He watched Hannibal’s back as his host got the coffee going.

He was beginning to feel bleary.  The whites in the kitchen were melding into blobs of light in his vision. “No.  What time is it?”  He took the coffee with a ‘thank you’ and took a sip.  Damn miraculous, that coffee.

Once inside, Hannibal found a throw blanket for Will and placed it around his shoulders before starting on coffee.

“Do you know how long you were standing out there for? Your hands look as though they were beginning to turn blue.”  He doesn’t ask Will how he takes his coffee, but took the liberty of adding a single teaspoon of sugar before handing it to him. 

Whiskey. "Coffee's fine." The cold bit as soon as mentioned; he puffed air out between his lips and could see his breath.

He let Hannibal lead him wherever. The hand on his shoulder gave him something to focus on for a while.

Will nodded and let his head hang down for a bit.  It’d be nice if the answer to that last question was on Will’s shoes, but it wasn’t.  He cleared his throat, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Not rightly.”  He had a smile cracking sheepish on his face, and it made him feel even more loony.  “Guess I felt like a visit.”

Will nodded and let his head hang down for a bit.  It’d be nice if the answer to that last question was on Will’s shoes, but it wasn’t.  He cleared his throat, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Not rightly.”  He had a smile cracking sheepish on his face, and it made him feel even more loony.  “Guess I felt like a visit.”

“You didn’t.” Okay, not sleep walking then. Hannibal took a deep breath in and smelled the very distinct scent of alcohol. At least there was a reasonable explanation. 

“Are you aware you’re standing outside my house? Do you know what brought you here?” 

Will was busy looking at the moon.  He’d had a few drinks in him by then, and he’d paid a cab to take him back to Quantico.  Plan was he’d just sleep off the spirits in his office. Somewhere along the line he must have changed his mind because now he was in his psychiatrist’s front yard and the cab was nowhere in sight.  Not even the faint smell of hot carbon emission was left.

He blinked, and the moon left a blue after-image on his eyelids.  “Oh.  Didn’t mean to wake you, Dr. Lecter.”

@drhanniballecter:  a fucking crescent moon emoji

@drhanniballecter:  a fucking crescent moon emoji

He watched the tie flutter and swirl down to the floor and he smiled.  Tit for tat, the old black magic.  It’s a game he knew well.  He spread his arms, palms out and inviting.

“Take it off for me.”  Be polite, though, “Please.”

Shit? Hannibal almost commented, but decided better of it. In very fluid movements he took off his tie and discarded it to the floor.

“Quid pro quo.” He said nearly in a whisper as he eyed Will’s shirt.

Once Hannibal was close enough, Will reached out slipped his finger behind the knot of his friend's tie. With a tug, he said: "Get this shit off you."

“Could be.  C'mere.”

“Could be.  C'mere.”

“That’s quite a line of questioning. Any theme you’re hoping for?”

“Any particular theme to these thoughts on me, in general?  That’s quite a look on your face.”

“You in general, yes.”

“So...me in general, then.”

“Are you asking me if I’m objectifying you? I’m not. Your whole is greater than the sum of your parts. Not that your parts don’t each have their merit… I’m sure.”

“Me.  In general, or is there some specific part of me you’re focused on?”

“You.”

@drhanniballecter

“…What are you thinking about?”

“I’m not sure either but I assume it has something to do with American Beauty.”

// ignoring the choco-sex thread sitting like a neglected child in my drafts for daayyyyysss // [runsonfear]: "Do you ever feel like a plastic bag?"

“I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean…” 

WikiFur doesn’t have a name on file so I guess they’re just called bug-furries (or exoskellie, a proposed name from this tumblr user over here) are u suggesting something

What’s the insect species equivalent to the term “furry”??

-laughs- "Bit off a little more than you could chew?"

-whistles- “Yeah, that is pretty bad. Christ, who did that number on you?”

"You got me there. It's hard not to enjoy this. What were you doing getting your ass beat with a metal bar by a man named Brad?"

-whistles- “Yeah, that is pretty bad. Christ, who did that number on you?”