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With free time, I could finally add a couple verses to my { carrd. }. Including Star Wars verse, and DC as well.

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Dorothea Lasky, from "What if I lost all those things," in Thunderbird

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🐝  *  ―  𝑬𝑷𝑰𝑪: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

Troy Saga ❛  do what i say and you'll see them again.  ❜ ❛  what do you live for? what do you try for?  ❜ ❛  say no more, i know tat i'm ready.  ❜ ❛  the blood on your hands is something you won't lose.  ❜ ❛  is the price i pay endless pain?  ❜ ❛  something feels off here, i see fire but there's no smoke.  ❜ ❛  we should try to find a way no one ends up dead.  ❜ ❛  why should we take when we could give?  ❜ ❛  i see in your face, there's so much guilt inside your heart.  ❜ ❛  have you forgotten the lessons i taught you?  ❜

The Cyclops Saga ❛  it's almost too perfect, too god to be true.  ❜ ❛  what gives you the right to deal a pain so deep?  ❜ ❛  your life now is in my hand.  ❜ ❛  remember them, we're the ones who carry on.  ❜ ❛  what good would killing do when mercy is a skill more of this world could learn to use?  ❜ ❛  i am your darkest moment.  ❜ ❛  i don't know where i went wrong but i warned ya', and you failed the test.  ❜ ❛  that's just like you, why should i be surprised?  ❜ ❛  unlike you, every time someone dies i'm left to deal with the strain.  ❜ ❛  i'll remind you i saw you as a friend but now we're done.  ❜

The Ocean Saga ❛  at this rate, we won't make it out alive.  ❜ ❛  please don't tell me you're about to do what i think you'll do.  ❜ ❛  yes, but how much longer til your luck runs out?  ❜ ❛  you rely on wit, and people die on it.  ❜ ❛  you're like the brother i could never do without.  ❜ ❛  and suddenly you doubt that i could figure this out?  ❜ ❛  keep your friends close and your enemies closer, never really know who you can trust.  ❜ ❛  'cause the end always justifies the means.  ❜ ❛  do you know who i am?  ❜ ❛  you are the worst kind of good 'cause you're not even great.  ❜

The Circe Saga ❛  whatever you need to say can wait some more.  ❜ ❛  there's no length i wouldn't go if it was you i had to save.  ❜ ❛  wouldn't you like a taste of the power?  ❜ ❛  don't thank me friend, you very well may die.  ❜ ❛  did you do something to them?  ❜ ❛  if you make one wrong move, then you're done for.  ❜ ❛  you and i are now evenly matched.  ❜ ❛  you've given me no reason to bestow you with my trust.  ❜ ❛  who's to say, with the mistakes i've made that they will be the last mistakes i ever make?  ❜ ❛  this is the price we pay to love.  ❜

The Underworld Saga ❛  all i hear are screams, every time i dare to close my eyes.  ❜ ❛  i no longer dream, only nigtmares of those who've died.  ❜ ❛  when does a man become a monster?  ❜ ❛  now you tell us our effort's are for nothing?  ❜ ❛  how has everything been turned against us?  ❜ ❛  do i need to change?  ❜ ❛  i'm the only one whose line i haven't crossed.  ❜ ❛  what if i'm the problem that's been hiding all along?  ❜ ❛  what if i've been far too kind to foes but a monster to ourselves?  ❜ ❛  if i became the monster and threw that guilt away would that make us stronger?  ❜

The Thunder Saga ❛  you wouldn't have spared me. i made a mistake like this, it almost cost my life.  ❜ ❛  i've got a secret i can no longer keep.  ❜ ❛  you know that we are the same.  ❜ ❛  we must do what it takes to survive.  ❜ ❛  tell me you did not know that would happen.  ❜ ❛  if you want all the power, you must carry all the blame.  ❜ ❛  how are we supposed to trust you now?  ❜ ❛  how much longer must i suffer now?  ❜ ❛  someone's gotta die today and you have got the final say.  ❜ ❛  please don't make me do this.  ❜

The Wisdom Saga ❛  you've made your worst mistake here.  ❜ ❛  this cruel world doesn't give out presents just for being good.  ❜ ❛  you're my friend, i couldn't ask for more.  ❜ ❛  did you know you talk in your sleep?  ❜ ❛  i'm what you want here, i'm what you need here.  ❜ ❛  you don't know what i've gone through.  ❜ ❛  i know your life's been hard, i'll stay inside your heart.  ❜ ❛  life would be so much worse if you had died.  ❜ ❛  you dare to defy me, to make me feel shame?  ❜ ❛  no one beats me, no one wins my game.  ❜

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I ♥️ your encephalitis

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He glanced out over the waters for a moment longer, perhaps it wouldn’t be the best to take sail today, even though he was certain he could manage. “What makes you so sure tomorrow will be any different?” There was a time when Hannibal had been behind glass walls, in Will’s state of a false comfortable life- looking at the weather came naturally. Would it be a good day to do certain activities? What should they prepare for that night? Would they need wood? That life seemed so far away despite being only a week or two ago. No, he wasn’t losing track of time, it was simply time that didn’t matter anymore when he would be leaving permanently. Perhaps after they left and were out of reach of the FBI, then time would matter again. The starting day of a new life, in a new place, but until then, it didn’t matter.    Will nodded before he headed towards the boat he had in mind, he had already done the honors when Hannibal had been out cold to test if the keys worked, let alone the boat itself. Luck seemed to be favoring them for now. “It’s what’s referred to as a cabin cruiser,” he pointed ahead, “It’s a glorified motorboat or a mobile home on the water. Underneath is a cabin, I’ve already checked, and the condition isn’t bad at all. Despite our hermit being a fisherman, he liked his sleeping quarters clean.” He stepped on board, “It’s able to travel at any time of day, depending on if you have a preference or not.” He briefly walked over, placing the key in the ignition to start it up before stepping back, “Motor is in great condition.” He stepped away to lead him to the cabin below, “Beds for the trip. It has a bathroom, fridge, the basics.”     Turning back, he headed back turning the key to shut off the engine and placing it back in his pockets. “And that will conclude the grand tour.” He carefully stepped off the boat back to the dock, glancing towards Gav who rushed over, tail wagging, he smiled for a moment and kneeled to ruffle his neck and ears before pausing. A scoff soon followed “He doesn’t smell that bad.” Well, it’s what he said before the mix of wet dog, sea salt, and something else caught a whiff. “But I’ll do it anyway.” Standing back up, he began to head back from where they came, he wanted to make sure they had everything they would need for a trip like this, and also be sure their furry companion was cleaned properly before sharing an enclosed space. 

He continued to move onwards, his eyes moved between Gav and the pier that neared. Part of him could picture himself as a boy, approaching as his father was elbow-deep in a boat, calling him over for help. Despite the disassociation of that time in his life, the things he learned seemed to stay with him and even carried on into his adulthood, and it came into play at this exact moment. No one would have imagined he would be fixing up a boat to leave the country. Scratch that, fixed a boat. It had been a gut feeling when he had awakened on the sands that they would no longer be staying here, capture, arrest, Will had experienced it, as had Hannibal. They weren’t meant to be behind bars or glass.     He paused near one of the boats that had caught his attention from day one, a wave pressed against the docks, spraying ice-cold waters at him. He shivered before he turned to answer, “Yes, I figured staying here was off limits, airlines would be… complicated. This seemed more fitting.” Will paused, “Cuba?” He repeated, almost seeming lost in thought for a moment. When Jack Crawford came to him about the Tooth Fairy he should have known the life he was trying to live, to play pretend was going to fade away. He hadn’t expected it to come this far, the involvement of Hannibal- the means to leave behind everything.     Should he have been angry, or devastated? Yet, there was an emptiness but past it, relief? Molly would be better off without him, the career he would continue if he stayed here would put her and Wally.    His arms crossed over his chest in an attempt to warm himself from the spray of the ocean, “Cuba it is, I’m assuming you want to leave… soon? Now?” There was a sense of wanting to get out of dodge. “Either way, we might want to grab some supplies from the cabin. I'm not leaving my fish behind.” 

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The beauty of Will Graham.

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@lemonmancer

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Hannibal: You ever get so tired that you start seeing spiders? Will: Me after I take 17 Advil and start seeing the Ravenstag. Hannibal: THE WHAT? Will: Oh is this not a safe space suddenly?

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He continued to move onwards, his eyes moved between Gav and the pier that neared. Part of him could picture himself as a boy, approaching as his father was elbow-deep in a boat, calling him over for help. Despite the disassociation of that time in his life, the things he learned seemed to stay with him and even carried on into his adulthood, and it came into play at this exact moment. No one would have imagined he would be fixing up a boat to leave the country. Scratch that, fixed a boat. It had been a gut feeling when he had awakened on the sands that they would no longer be staying here, capture, arrest, Will had experienced it, as had Hannibal. They weren’t meant to be behind bars or glass.     He paused near one of the boats that had caught his attention from day one, a wave pressed against the docks, spraying ice-cold waters at him. He shivered before he turned to answer, “Yes, I figured staying here was off limits, airlines would be… complicated. This seemed more fitting.” Will paused, “Cuba?” He repeated, almost seeming lost in thought for a moment. When Jack Crawford came to him about the Tooth Fairy he should have known the life he was trying to live, to play pretend was going to fade away. He hadn’t expected it to come this far, the involvement of Hannibal- the means to leave behind everything.     Should he have been angry, or devastated? Yet, there was an emptiness but past it, relief? Molly would be better off without him, the career he would continue if he stayed here would put her and Wally.    His arms crossed over his chest in an attempt to warm himself from the spray of the ocean, “Cuba it is, I’m assuming you want to leave… soon? Now?” There was a sense of wanting to get out of dodge. “Either way, we might want to grab some supplies from the cabin. I'm not leaving my fish behind.” 

Another slice of the bitter cold air, winter still claimed her prize with an iron fist on this side of the world. Upon rounding the bend, complete with massive trunks of tree bark, now stripped as it lay upon the sand dunes--smooth from the battering of the ocean, he saw the houseboats as they slowly bobbed along their piers.

"To save resources, I'll trust your mechanical instincts." While Hannibal had proven that he could nearly do anything with perfection, he didn't dabble in the detailed work of grease and oil, parts and pistons. This was Will's category of hobbies. A bark brought his attention to the dog and the sound of the clipping nails, a sharp, rhythmic sound, as he ran across the boards. … another hobby of his: the collector of strays. He wonders if he's one of those now. Who collected who?

"You worked on this while I was… indisposed?" Will's mind was already connecting routes to their grand escape plan. It was good to know they were on the same page. Provisions would be their next step. ".. I have some credentials in Cuba. I placed them in a hotel wall." While he didn't have any for Will, there would be time once he managed to create a new identity for himself.

A darting glance around. Whoever saw to their quick escape would meet an untimely end. There was no room for error or evidence, for that matter.

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Love language 4: Acts of service

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I can’t stop drawing Will Graham

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The silk crimson blindfold is secured, and he gives it another tug around Will's head before moving soundlessly to his front. "Before you are a few dishes with paired wine. I'll serve spoonfuls and I want you to tell me what they are based on flavor, texture, and smell."

Be gone Burger King days.

Behind the silk his eyes were closed, fluttering at the sensation of something so gently pressed against them. Will's lips formed a thin line for a moment as he listened closely, it was strange to think if anyone else had blindfolded him he would have felt threatened, yet there was a sense of trust when it came to Hannibal. As strange as that may be. His tongue glided across his bottom lip before he breathed out slowly, "Okay," his brows furrowed a moment,  "But my palette isn't quite as good as yours." If at all.

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Behind Convent Walls (1978), Walerian Borowczyk

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Hannibal and Will smiling at each other (1/2)

Hannibal 1.01 Apéritif | 1.02 Amuse-bouche | 2.10 Naka-choko | 3.06 Dolce | 3.13 The Wrath of the Lamb

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When Hannibal’s movement indicated he was following, Will turned to step outside, leaving the door open. The smell of salt waters immediately engulfed his senses and for a second he closed his eyes relishing in memories he created in these waters, though the hint of his childhood always tried to creep upon him he was quick to push it back and opened his eyes once more. That part of his life he always kept locked away, he preferred not to think of it unless asked, and even then- he still preferred not to think about it too much, let alone talk about it. He sighed before stepping down to begin leading the way to the boat once he was certain Hannibal was outside, the door closing would indicate that for him. 

Meanwhile, Gav seemed to have a rush of energy from being outside once again, his tail wagged as he’d lightly job and occasionally stop to hop into a playful stance before starting over again. It made Will wonder how long the dog had been alone for, what kind of owner he had before well, whatever happened to the previous owner of their temporary settlement. He didn’t seem too malnourished if at all, which meant not for long, or there was a food supply outside for him.  

He dismissed the thought, he wasn’t here to investigate a dog, let alone investigate anything for that matter. 

Upon hearing his name, he glanced over his shoulder, and a brow rose, “Really? I thought it would be an interesting show of determination across the sea.” He shook his head, “That won’t be necessary, our hermit has a decent-sized boat house, with a few outside and inside. I’ve been checking them out, and one is in running condition. Well, now it is.”  

As they continued down a path, the boat house came into view he turned, briefly walking backward, careful of his footing and to make sure he didn’t step on Gav, “You’re more than welcome to look and give it a ride too. See if it’s to your non-scooping standards.” 

Hannibal took a moment to reflect on the atmosphere here. The outside air was heavy with the chill of the impending gloomy weather-- a concept he had gotten used to being on this side of the coast. It wasn't his beloved Florence, where the Mediterranean Sea accounted for much of the climate. This was Will's ideal element, where the winter chill still seeped through bones, and fish were plenty on the clear streams that he fly-fished. Would he ache for this lifestyle?

At this moment, he held that boyish charm again, almost an eagerness to show his hobbies to a man whose primary recreation was to butcher. Even having some form of a connection to this dog was a feat all its own. He heaved a sigh, knowing that this mutt would only be the start of a horde. Despite the ache in his bones that would flare up against the weather when he stepped outside, he found his shoes and slipped into them, grabbing a coat to brace against the shrill wind outside.

The door shut behind him, and he narrowed his eyes to the growing gusts and ocean spray, which was not too off from where they had washed ashore. He observed the surroundings first, listening to the lull of the waves and the lazy caws of the birds. It was difficult to imagine he was out for a few days; it all felt like it had happened mere hours before. A tentative involuntary reaction of reaching for his bullet wound, feeling the layers of bandages underneath the sweater. He'd have to take a closer look later.

For the moment, he braced himself for what his Dog Charmer would show him. If this boat washed up from a wreckage….

"Will.." he said, catching up to him with the dog in tow. "I don't want to be scooping water in a bucket so we don't go under."

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PROMPTS FOR TOUCH-STARVED MUSES *  adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of action prompts

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

could you... do that again?

please come back.

hold me again.

i need to feel you close.

we could share the same bed.

could we try holding hands?

right there. just like that.

i want to know how it feels.

i like it when you're nearby.

if you could just... stay here for a while.

lean into me. it's okay.

i like your hugs.

i want you here.

please touch me.

your arms feel so safe.

stay close to me.

the bed feels so cold.

come into my arms.

let me hold you.

cling to me.

you can keep doing that.

you don't have to let go.

i feel safe when you're near me.

that feels so good.

that was... really nice.

i like it when you play with my fingers.

could you come a little closer?

you can play with my hair if you want.

you don't have to sit so far away.

would you sleep here with me?

you feel like home to me.

if you keep doing that, i can't promise i'll behave.

can i lay on you?

would you touch me again?

don't let go of me.

stay like this.

don't go.

ACTION PROMPTS

[ reach ] sender hesitantly reaches for receiver's hand, unsure if the action will be reciprocated

[ instinct ] sender takes receiver's hand on instinct in reaction to a startling sight or event, not even realizing they did it

[ cling ] sender wraps both of their arms around one of receiver's arms and clings

[ rest ] sender sits next to receiver and rests their head on receiver's shoulder

[ doze ] sender falls asleep with their head on receiver's shoulder

[ play ] sender clings to receiver's hand and begins absentmindedly playing with their fingers

[ reassure ] sender reassures receiver by rubbing their arm up and down, hoping to ease their stress

[ heart ] sender guides receiver's hand to their heart

[ quiver ] sender and receiver's hands brush with slight contact, causing receiver to shiver on instinct

[ come back ] receiver took their hand away, so sender reaches for it a second time, taking it back and refusing to let go

[ first hug ] sender pulls receiver into their first hug

[ lasting ] sender and receiver's innocent hug lasts a little longer than they both expected

[ trace ] sender lightly traces the shape of sender's face, exploring every part of their complexion with tender fingertips

[ comb ] sender takes their time brushing receiver's hair

[ refuse ] when receiver insists they break their hug, sender refuses and only tightens their grip around them

[ cuddle ] sender moves closer to receiver as they sleep and snuggles down beside them, finding comfort in their presence

[ pull back ] sender pulls receiver back into bed with them

[ nuzzle ] sender nuzzles into receiver's cheek with their nose

[ cheek ] sender caresses receiver's cheek

[ nose ] sender lightly taps the tip of receiver's nose

[ lips ] sender caresses receiver's lips with their fingertip

[ chest ] sender smooths a hand over receiver's chest

[ legs ] sender starts to drag a hand back and forth over receiver's legs

[ inner thigh ] as sender caresses receiver's thigh, they gently slip their hand between receiver's legs

[ distance ] unable to touch or embrace receiver, sender self-soothes by wrapping their arms around themselves

[ pinky ] sender and receiver hold hands by their pinky fingers

[ smooth ] sender takes their time caressing over every part of receiver's body

[ blanket ] sender wraps a blanket around their body and receiver's body, hudding close together

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He remained perfectly still as needle and line began to weave into his flesh, his eyes closed for a moment to picture a young Hannibal, scapple in hand with a life in front of him, the choice in whether this man or woman lived, was solely in his hands, that power- the ability to play God on the unknown. The thought alone was almost intoxicating. He wondered if that sensation past, grew old as time went on with such power. It feels good because God has power. If one does what God does enough times, one will become as God is. The answer lay in a previous conversation with Hannibal. He wasn’t playing God, in his eyes he was God.   

It was awe-inspiring how much work Hannibal had put into what he was doing, learning surgical skills profoundly, but stepping away to draw less attention to himself. Did Hannibal learn these little things through small errors, and quickly fix those errors for less disturbances down the line? Part of him believed most of it was thought out, but there were small errors like Miriam Lass, who were taken, but not killed.    

He waited until Hannibal had finished his stitch work before lifting a hand, his fingers grazing the top of where the fishing line closed his skin together. The image of Dolarhyde rushing him, the edge of a small blade digging through his cheek, the strength behind the man who wields the blade- lifting him off the ground. The thought would have made him nauseous if it wasn’t for the beautiful outcome of it all.  

A hint of a grin pulled to his lips before he shook his head, “I wouldn’t choose something that wasn’t discreet, Hannibal. It’s a little difficult to make calls out here, as you could imagine.” It was half a joke, he pushed himself off the counter and headed towards the door. “Come on, I’ll show you. I’ve been working on it since we washed up here.” Will turned his head enough to whistle, Gav was quick on his feet running towards the door, squeezing past the entrance as it was cracked open.  

Will's laugh always brought one image to mind, the one he had told Will he would forever see if ever stuck in his memory palace. There are more doors now; he constructed another area in the grand estate. While Hannibal's emotions were always met with small micro expressions at times, Will's facial structure exaggerated his feelings. Perhaps it was part of his empathy that he shared, how he connected with others.

How he connected with Hannibal.

Hannibal lifts his chin and steadies himself, his hand holding just underneath Will's jaw as he readies the needle. There was only a split second where he shifted his eyes to focus on Will's. The disinfectant wipes brushed across the wound before the needle was sliced into the open skin. "The human body fascinated me and I had the ability to draw intricate details of cadavers. The overall the power I felt... I could end a life or decide to preserve it." Will knew Hannibal now; there was no use holding together the person suit. Those stitches were unraveled many years ago to this man before him.

Another weaving of the fish line into flesh. "If I was to go about my work, my true work.." the work of exterminating the rude, ".. I could not be in the same field when the bodies turned up with near-surgical precision. Too suspicious. If you recall, I gave you the excuse that I extinguished one too many on the slab.. half-truth of it all." With a small smile, his eyes focused on his work until it was finished. He cut the remaining line, tying it in a knot.

He regarded Will's statement, momentarily pursing his lips as the needle was placed back into the kit. "Not every chapter, not every turn." Out of all the manipulations he had made, Will was always the unpredictable one. Betrayal after counter-betrayal. They inflicted a terrible dance upon one another.

He chose to lift his eyes to him again then. "Transportation in a discreet way will be crucial."