21 Jan 2018
It was fourteen months since the fall, and Hannibal was bored. The mundanity of life undisturbed by FBI investigations, or of the absence of criminal alerts broadcast across the country, was proving to be far too little stimulus. Paris had its beauties, yes, but it had been a long time since he’d allowed himself a thrill in any form.
Maybe that’s why, upon seeing Will Graham’s face again, it felt as though it was the first time he’d been able to breathe clearly in decades.
Oh, how did Hannibal get so lucky?
19 Jan 2018
He couldn’t deny it, having a classical-music loving, gentlemanly maybe-therapist around never got old. But the one damn thing Will hated was how Hannibal managed to upstage him in all of his attempts at romantic gestures, ever!
He was going to go one better, and beat that handsome smirk right off his face. Sure, Will didn’t know the first thing about romantic gestures or ‘theatrical declarations of love’, but hey -
Mama didn’t raise no quitter.
Maybe the real issue here was how they weren’t actually dating. Or that Will had rebuked all advances to date. Eh. He could work with it.
Or: Hannibal attempts to woo Will with gifts and gestures, completely oblivious to Will’s own feeble attempts to reciprocate and start a relationship like a normal, heathy human being. Dang.