possibly looking at tushanshu but not sure, considering test drive meme

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

[here, take this blanket will, you deserve it.]


If you think that I am enthused about seeing him there, you're wrong. [There's a small crack in his voice, hoarseness that implies perhaps some muted screaming has happened recently.]

I don't want to talk about this anymore. [Shaky hands run over his face with a sigh, and muffled:] I was open to a man I was told I could trust. I won't... [amendment]

I'm not going through that again. Pick someone else.

Comments

[fine_young]

My elder self?

SLIDES ON IN

[bonvivant]

And here I thought the prospect of a place where you're not known as a murderer would be appealing.

SCREAMS hi /fans self

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

Was that what made it an appealing prospect for you, Dr. Lecter? [There's a quiet but obvious slant to that.]

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

[Will furrows his eyebrows.] That would depend on who your elder self is.

[This whole mun-muse thing is still pretty weird for him, all things considered.]

[bonvivant]

I'm not considered a murderer by anyone alive or credible, so no.

I simply enjoy trying new things.

ouch and/or zing!

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

[Will lets out a small, uncomfortable laugh.] Well, I'm sure the dead could tell you I'm not either.

You enjoy your new things. I just want some peace.

[bonvivant]

It's a shame you can't call the dead as a witness. [Actually he doesn't think it's a shame at all. Rather convenient, really.]

Peace is so dull; it's a much more valuable skill to be able to remain calm despite the conditions around you.

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

I imagine that's easy for you to say. You do it so well. [Aggravatingly so, sometimes. Also comforting in some senses, but he's too upset right now to admit something like that readily.]

[fine_young]

Ah yes, forgive me. I am Hannibal Lecter.

Or a version of him, at least.

oh yes!

[relatable]

You might be coming?

abigail!! my feels when i saw the email

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

[Seeing her alive and knowing she's dead is a swift kick in the disjointed for him, but he knows that things are different here, so he breathes in and tries to gather himself.]

I'd like to say that I'm not, but unfortunately I am one of the people he feels most connected to at the moment.

<3

[relatable]

Hannibal's there. [As if he doesn't know.]

Things are different. [She doesn't know she dies.]

slides to the left, slides to the way right because aha will is no me gusta all the hannibals rn

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

[Not... really what he expected if he thought about it, but he nods slowly.]

**uwu**

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

My relationship with Dr. Lecter hasn't been... the most comfortable recently.

[He has no intention of saying anything, as it would probably scare her and she wouldn't like him very much for it if he did.] I'm not so sure I could adjust to different.

[relatable]

[She tilts her head.]

What happened?

:D Now we just need Hopkins, right?

[fine_young]

You trusted him, and it was a bad move?

It generally is. Not that I've had many people trust me yet.

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

[hoo, how to explain this...]

The simple explanation would be a conflict of interest. [but it's really not that simple.]

[relatable]

What are you going to do in Tu Vishan when things don't line up between you and Hannibal. [With her she means.]

[nightstag]

[that blanket looks delicious

hand it over]

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

I hadn't thought about it. My hopes were that I wouldn't have to see him... but not resolving anything doesn't set a good example, does it?

[Besides, he knows that she isn't his responsibility, despite feeling responsible for what happened.]

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

[dammit, not you again.

He could think of a few things he could do with this blanket. Like suffocate you.

you can't catch him, killer thoughts]

[nightstag]

[don't make him skewer winston

give the blanket over

be a bro]

[relatable]

I'll know something is up.

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

[jerk, what did winston ever do to you?

you know what? fine, he was starting to get all sweaty anyway.

He throws the blanket at the swiggity swag nightmare stag.]

[nightstag]

[he peed on his favorite tree to stalk by. rude.

but hey guess what? that blanket landed on the ground.

because he's not real.

poor will]

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

[nods] The last thing I want is to put you between he and I. You're perceptive and I--[he stops to breathe a moment, starting to fluster at all the thoughts racing through his head.]

I don't want to drag you into my mistakes, Abigail.

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

[deep sigh

he just keeps falling down the rabbit hole.]

[relatable]

I'm already involved. You can't save me from everything.

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

I know.

Full Hannibal set.

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

I'm sure you'll know the story eventually.

[fine_young]

I'd rather not wait 30 years, though.

How many of my secrets did you learn, when you found that his idea of friendship wasn't like yours?

[relatable]

It's going to come out then.

[seetoomuch_dontseeenough]

Then I can hope I'll have the sense to work it out there. I won't remember this, right?


[[ooc: i done goofed and forgot that will is/was Abigail's legal guardian after what happened. whoops.]]

[relatable]

No. None of us will.