Hannibal 1x1 [Russian God & Nerdygeekflower]

[Russian God]

A Hannibal [NBC] 1x1 with Will Graham [Nerdygeekflower] and Hannibal Lecter [Russian God]

 

[ChampionOfTheMorningStar]

Will was dreaming again, and the stag was there. Garrett Jacob Hobbs was ridding atop it with his cold dead eyes, leading him away down the road. His feat were bear and his hands were cold. It wasn't winter in Minnesota yet but it was cold, just on the edge of fall about to fall into winter's icy depths. Far too cold to be walking in just a pair of boxers and a T-shirt stained with cold sweat. The air was closing in tightly and his vision tunneled, Garrett Jacob Hobbs was behind a door


"See, See, See,"


With a jolt Will woke, he was standing on Hannibal's door, he had no idea what time it was. He shivered and pulled his arms close. A gentle snow began to fall, it was the first of the season, the kind of snow that eased Autumn's passing. But it just made Will cold and wet. He took the ornate brass knocker in his fist and knocked three times


Bang

bang



BANG



He leaned his head against the door and waited. This was rude. Very Rude.


Would Hannibal mind will showing up.


Hannibal hated rude..

 

[Russian God]

Bang.





Hannibal started out of his slumber, his dark red irises opening wide in the dark. There was almost no light joining him in his bedroom, save for the angry red clouds that always signaled immanent snowfall. He had thought he heard a knock - a knock that was almost unbearably loud in the middle of this haunting quiet of the night. He sat up; slowly, deliberately - hoping that the noise was just a figment of his imagination. Will wasn't the only one who's imagination blurred into reality - Hannibal was just better at controlling it.


Bang.





No, this was definitely not some sort of dream - induced hallucination. Hannibal was awake, and there seemed to be someone knocking on his door. Slowly, he put his weight on his feet, which rested beside his bed on the hardwood floor beneath. His dirty blonde hair was disheveled with sleep, yet he looked as dashing as ever - a dark prince amongst angels. A storm cloud that laid on the horizon of a beautiful day.


B A N G!


Someone seemed to be in a hurry. Now that he was more awake than before, Hannibal stood and gracefully floated through his room and into the foyer, which led him down twelve evenly spaced steps, which he counted every time he walked down. Reaching the bottom of the stairs brought him right to his front door, which he stepped towards in three easily measured steps. He did that a lot - measured his activities and accomplished them with a sort of measured determination; lest he slip and someone should see something they shouldn't.


He took a peek out of his peephole and was a bit taken aback to see William standing on his porch in nothing but a t-shirt and white boxers. Quickly, the therapist swung open the door and gestured for his companion to come inside. It was much too cold for him to meander any longer outside - Will looked a mess, and Hannibal wanted to help patch him up.


"Good evening, Will." He spoke with a soft Lithuanian accent, his voice as smooth as satin to the other, more flustered character.

 

[ChampionOfTheMorningStar]

Will looked around the immediate vicinity and upon not seeing a chair sat down rather forcefully on the floor. He did not live close to Hannibal's home and his legs were tired. He pulled his aching limbs closer and tried to to shiver. "Cold. Walked. Woke up here, sorry." Will said, with his knees tucked under his chin like a child. Hannibal looked unperturbed by the annalist showing up at his door in his underwear. Will often entertained the idea that Hannibal was psychic and knew everything which is why he never seemed surprised by anything. He certainly looked psychic. Will closed his eyes and leaned his forehead on his knees. "what time is it?" he said after a deep breath, He was trying So Hard, not to shake, and he was So Cold.


"Could you drive me home?" 
(This is my last post before I go to sleep! Night I will reply ASAP tomrow)

 

[Russian God]

Will had... walked? Well that would explain the bitter cold that laced its fingers into Will's skin. It didn't even bother Hannibal when Will went straight for the floor in order to sit down. Hannibal supposed he would get a blanket for him - Will didn't seem to have come in anything but his pajamas.





"What time is it?"


Hannibal brought his arm up and to his face, gazing at the face of his rather expensive watch. "Three-fifteen. In the morning." His eyes flicked up to meet Will's stunned blue hues. His dark curls were damp with sweat, and they pressed down rather nicely to frame William's face. Hannibal liked it when Will's hair possessed some sort of order.. Ah, yes. A blanket. Hannibal waltzed over to his living room and grabbed a comforter. Quietly, he turned and walked back to his friend, taking the large blanket and wrapping it around Will's shoulders. "Will, I think it would be in your best interest to stay here until morning. But I will drive you home, yes." He proceeded to try and help Will to his feet, holding most of his weight so that the smaller man could stand safely. "Here, I have a guest room. You can rest there."

 

[ChampionOfTheMorningStar]

Will pulled away from Hannibal as soon as he was manhandled to his feet. Hannibal was only trying to help, "Please- Don't - Don't touch me." Will pulled the blanket around his shoulders, "Okay, right, yeah.... Thank you for the blanket...." Will knew that he should probably stay here for the night, he just didn't like the feeling of not being on his own. He felt like a child who had wandered into his parents bedroom after a bad dream on a rainy night. Of course Will had never done that growing up, he had grown up with a single father and four older brothers it wasn't that his father wouldn't have been kind if he had come in to his room in the night, his father wasn't a cruel man, just strict at times.


Will began to rub at his shoulders, he was freezing even now that he was in Hannibal's warm house. Part of him wanted to run and hide, and another, smaller part of him wanted to collapse onto Hannibal and have him never let go. Will shook off the thoughts by blinking and shaking his head to the side sharply like a dog.

 

[Russian God]

Hannibal has almost forgotten about Will's aversion to physical contact. He remembered just as soon as Will began to pull away from him, and let him go, stepping back a few inches. He still remained close, though, for fear that Will's legs would give out once more. "My apologies - I just dont want you to fall and hit your head." Hannibal glanced up the flight of stairs warily, offering the tiniest of smiles to Will, as if to say, 'you understand my point, right?' Of course, Will could watch out for himself - he didn't want anyone doing it for him.


"You're welcome. The blanket should hold you over until you get to the guest room." Hannibal began to shepherd the smaller man up the flight of stairs, walking behind him so that Will wouldn't feel inclined to stop. Keeping the blood pumping through a cold body was the most immediate of tasks, to which Hannibal intended to do almost perfectly. When he was faced with the doorway to the guest bedroom, Hannibal entered first, gesturing for Will to follow. He then gestured for Will to sit on the bed, while he himself gathered three hand towels from the linen collection that was located within the empty closet of the bedroom.


"Rub your fingers and toes to try and warm them up. I will be right back."

 

[ChampionOfTheMorningStar]

Will was shepherded very efficiently into the upstairs guest room. Sometimes it was easy to forget the Hannibal used to be a surgeon. Will said nothing and began to rub his fingers obediently. All he really wanted to do was curl up and be alone, totally alone. That way if he fell asleep no one would feel like they had to come to the rescue. He didn't need someone to come to his rescue. There was nothing to rescue, you couldn't rescue a person form their own head while they were sleeping.


Will had never realized how nice Hannibal's home was, sure he knew it was filled with high quality furniture and other expensive things, but his house was actually nice to be in. Everything looked deep and warm and big, but also detached. The sofas were large and plush, but pristine and UN-loved. It was homey, but it was a calculated sort of homey, but nice. Very Hannibal.

 

[Russian God]

Hannibal ghosted toward the upstairs restroom, which was located a bit down the hall and to the left of the guest bedroom. He entered the bathroom and set the towels on the sink, reaching out with his right hand and turning the 'hot' faucet all the way. He then turned the 'cold' faucet only one-third of the way around, and proceeded to wait. While he waited, he pondered about Will and how the man was fairing. He must have just woken from a fever dream - one that caused him to sleepwalk all the way to Hannibal's house. This wasn't the first time Will had been caught sleepwalking, so Hannibal was used to that tidbit of information. But, William had never gone all the way from Wolf Trap to Hannibal's house. Especially not on foot.


When there was a sufficient amount of steam rising from the sink, Hannibal took a folded hand towel, and placed it under the running water. When it was soggy enough, he pulled the towel out and wrung all the loose water from it until it dripped no longer. He repeat this routine three other times with the rest of the towels he brought in. Soon, he had finished, and walked back to the guest bedroom.


"Place these on your hands and feet," he said, holding the towels out to Will. "And when they become useless, just put them on one of the night stands."

 

[ChampionOfTheMorningStar]

Will took the towels from Hannibal and scooted back so he was sitting against the headboard. He stared at Hannibal across the bed, he wasn't going to sleep for the rest of the night, he knew this, and he had a feeling that Hannibal did as well. He did as he was told with the towels.


"What now?" He said coldly and without emotion, at the moment he didn't have very much emotion to share. He could simply care less what happened from now on until morning.


But he thought he had an idea.


Hannibal would be careful probably make him breakfast and give him some sort of advise that he would think about following and eventually ignore. Then Jack would call, having first called Will and then Alana and then Hannibal in an attempt to get Will into work for whatever the new case was. Hannibal would frown and Will would go to work. Hannibal wouldn't talk about this with anyone until he had spoken with Will in their next session. Then he would tell Jack.


Because that was the way things went. Sometimes Will hated being a profiler. He couldn't stop profiling all the people around him. It's why he was almost never close to anyone.

 

[Russian God]

[Christ, sorry about that. Weekends are usually busy for me because I work then. From monday to now was just friends suddenly wanting to hang out all day.]


"Well, what are you planning to do once I leave the room?" Hannibal was almost certain Will would just stay up for the rest of the night, despite being warmed up and in a bed all his own. "If you dont think you can sleep, I can make tea and we can stay up." He was willing to do that; it sounded rather relaxing to him. He only had himself in this house, and to have company that wasn't over only for dinner was a big plus for him. Hannibal was able to function without sleep - but Will, on the other hand, was usually deprived all the time. So, at some point, Hannibal would have to force Will to go to sleep. But, until then, Hannibal was willing to chat.


Unlike Will, Hannibal couldn't necessarily feel the emotions of another person - but he was able to piece everything together by some brief observation. By Will's lack of eye contact and the constant jerking of his adam's apple, Hannibal could guess that Will was feeling a bit of trepidation in being here. Usually Will made eye contact with Hannibal - which was very special to the man. Hannibal supposed it was because he had always hid emotions very well - and his maroon eyes were always fairly emotionless. Nothing to show, therefore, nothing to hide.


Patiently, Hannibal waited for his friend's reply.

 

[ChampionOfTheMorningStar]

((it's fine hun ;3 BTW I hope you don't feel like I am making you carry the whole plot, I can't find good places to get Will to act yet, It will happen I am trying ))


Will looked Hannibal dead in the eyes "Oh. So you know I'm not going to sleep so you want me to feel comfortable? I don't feel, comfortable, It doesn't happen." Will put lots enunciation into his words moving his lips in the way he often did, over exaggerated and almost feral. Holding on to the word 'feel' for a very long time, as if tasting it before spitting it back. Hannibal knew that Will was rarely comfortable in his own skin. His mind was a mix of everyone around hims. There was often so little of Will actually in his mind that it almost hurt. He hatted it. All Will wanted sometimes it to have the acute sense of self some others did. Like Hannibal, Hannibal always seemed so acutely in touch with himself, every thing about Hannibal was pristine and sharp like a knife, cool and calculating.


((


What I described is a thing Hugh does when he's playing Will a lot with his mouth. I love it but I don't think I did that great a job describing:


example 1


example 2


example 3


YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN THIS SHOW IS SO GREAT THE ACTING IS PERF))

 

[ChampionOfTheMorningStar]

(Pokes with stick)


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[Russian God]

"I dont simply expect you to be comfortable, Will; but I am trying to make your discomfort a little less prominent. Hopefully then you could sleep." Hannibal fiddled with the cuffs of his sleeves, which hung loosely around his arms, and sutured them so they wouldn't billow outwards as they seemed wan to do. His maroon eyes were half lidded, seemingly indifferent towards his surroundings. "And if you would prefer me to leave, I can certainly accommodate your needs." Hannibal, though calmly stating he would leave if asked, stayed where he was, having now stopped fiddling with his sleeve in favor of watching Will with the calculated eyes of a snake watching their prey. It was obvious Hannibal was a predator of some sort - a man who lured people close and then struck them at their most vulnerable. He was aware of this, too, and utilized that perception to his advantage. Perhaps that was why Will distrusted him so; he had caught a glimpse of the mask Hannibal dawned in order to keep some semblance of normalcy in his daily life, and realized that Hannibal was a cunning creature, and couldn't be trusted with anything.

 

[ChampionOfTheMorningStar]

Will chose to ignore these sentiments. "I'm cold." He said instead looking down at his fingers. He sighed deeply and clenched them to fists. Working the kinks from his frozen joints. He knew Hannibal was just trying to help, like the stag, the stag only ever wanted to help him lead him away from the horror, and from Hobbs. He turned to face Hannibal, and his horns. No they weren't antlers. Not like the stags, anyways, they were a Celtic devil like design, and there were wings. Large wings, feathers in scales and fur, Hannibal's naturally red eyes added to the illusion and glittered in the moonlight, and his tail, flicked behind him


I can certainly accommodate your needs.


The words floated from his mouth and curled like chains at Will's ankle and wrist, binding him to Hannibal. He flailed to break from the chains, scuttling to the other side of the bed.