#devilswill

[il-mostrc]

"Listen here you little shit-"

"I say this same thing to your dogs. I suppose the saying is true, canines do take after their Masters."

[fbiartist]

@devilswill liked for a starter.

"I'm not done yet, I'll get an identification to you in a couple hours, but it takes time. I swear, if I keep-" Ziva looks up from the sketch book and away from the horribly mutilated body on the slab, her stare lands on the unfamiliar person at the door. "Ahhhhh-and there goes my foot in my mouth. I thought you were Agent Crawford, my bad."

[tacticalempathy]

@devilswill said : [ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about

Sparrow's lips quirked up beaming brighter than usual, rarely did she has the opportunity to teach horse anatomy.

❝ And this part we called the frog. It's a shock absorber, keeps blood pumping to the heart ❞ She adds, pointing with her rasp to the v shape formation in the mayor's hoof that vaguely resembles its namesake. Sophia hadn't trimmed a hoof in some time, but she remembered them like the back of her hand. She remembers everything she remembers everything that happened in this barn, growing up she spent her summers here, cleaning stuff stalls, brushing mayors, occasionally being allowed to ride her favorite down to the lake.

Those are some of the more peaceful memories of her childhood, ones she doesn't get to revisit often these days, with all her very adult responsibilities. Still, she made an honest effort to visit often, Is glad to have Will along this time. Growing restless the mayor snorts, shaking her head. Sophia quickly brings up a hand to the large animal's face to soothe them

❝ This is her second trim of the day. Normally we only do it every few weeks. but this girl needs extra attention ❞ That much was already clear by the creature's rather emaciated appearance. Sophia goes quiet for a moment, when she does speak again her voice is more subdued. ❝ She came from a kill pen that shut down in September ❞

ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE / Accepting!

[chaosfindsaway]

@devilswill Continued ask[x]

Tommy couldn't fault the man for requesting ID. If he were in his shoes, he'd do the same. Perhaps that was just the law enforcement in him. "Of course, yeah," he nodded, leaning forward to reach down into his back pocket. He pulled out his badge, handing it over to Will with no hesitation.

Leaning back into his seat, he watched the other in silence for a few seconds to give him time to examine the credentials. "I'll apologize ahead of time for all the questions, but I assume you know how it is."

[g0dforb1d]

"What if they find you first? What then?" @devilswill

Fragile hands reach out to pull the larger man close to her body, her sunken angelic features tensing as he speaks ever so slightly louder than she preferred.

The pair were hidden in the woods near Dawn’s family property but not deep enough for Dawn to feel comfortable speaking above a whisper. Her older brothers were closer to blood hounds and terriers than any form of healthy human being. Dawn herself couldn’t get easy traction with her cane so while one hand gripped ever so tightly around the personally customized pink jewel handle the other one tangled into Will’s shirt.

Will was nothing more than a twitching rabbit to her brothers collective, something to be hunted and ripped apart for winter. No one could be too sure why they picked up on his scent, be it from spending a little too long talking to Dawn or not using the tone they preferred. It doesn’t matter once the Winston clan decides who they want for dinner they usually get what they want.

Now the smallest of the clan is trying to sneak the fairly decent gentle man out and away, trying to get him far away so he can get on a bus or rent a hotel room.

“Then it’s like losin’ the game of hide and go seek,” Dawn lies, her voice barely registering at all to the point that it’s under a whisper.

If Dawn is found and more importantly found to be helping someone get away from their guns and large hunting knives she’ll have to go through punishment, will have her small already malnourished body deprived of important things she needs be it food, water or her cane. If they’re really upset she might even lose a limb.

“H’re, just keep quiet and folla me,” She tugs as she hobbles further out, closer and closer to the main backroads.

[withinkandquill]

"i'm trying to encourage you to be the best you can be."

“Well, stop!”

Anya stands before Will, a sudden storm of emotion. It had been so fast - the pathway from chastised, begrudging attention to anger. She had crossed her arms, rolled her eyes, groaned like a stubborn teenager, but now she faced him fully, eyes narrowed and fists clenched at her sides.

I’m trying to encourage you to be the best you can be.

I’m making you into something better, Anya. Something great. Something no one has ever witnessed before.

Her palms suddenly slap against her ears, blocking out any more words before they come - Will’s or the ghost of her father’s.

“I don’t need you to encourage me to be anything! I don’t need you to make me into something I’m not,” Anya’s voice rises louder the longer she speaks. “I’m not broken, Will! I’m not one of your strays, okay, and I don’t need fixing!”

Her eyes shine with furious tears she fights not to shed.

“I’m not broken.”

[evillivesheree]

" And what do I owe the wonderful pleasure of presents ? " Bedelia asked while pouring herself a glass of red wine with a hint of that's night kill's blood inside of it. A sigh then left her lips as she turned and faced Will Graham. Such a twitchy little man he was, someone who never seemed to sit still or knew how to.

There was always that question inside Bedelia's head; why did Hannibal keep this man around ? He seemed to be more of a liability than a helping hand. Either way she knew why Will was here, or at least she felt as if she knew.

" Hannibal isn't here right now. " Bedelia said softly. Even if he was there would she tell Will? Perhaps or perhaps not. It all depended on how she was feeling.

Moving her free hand to the back of her head, Bedelia started to undo her hair, allowing her long blonde curly locks fall to the sides of her shoulders. "Whatever it is you want can it wait until I have my milk bath?" She asked while making her way to the bathroom door. "You are cutting into my blood wine and milk bath at this moment and if you aren't going to join me than I suggest you leave."

-----> @devilswill <3

[screamqueenbarbie]

the ladies love him for his fat cheeks. // @devilswill

It seemed no matter how old she got, she was almost always one of the youngest in a group of people. The old pout that used to seem glued to her face has turned into a harsh grimace after a few years working in law, a practiced grimace that showed its face by age 29. Now it seems to have deepened since joining the FBI, plush lips ever so constantly pressed into a harsh line.

She had a thick stack of folders all sorted through and organized by something tedious that she’s already forgotten about, a task Jack asked of her but there currently seemed to be a line to get into his office and Tiffany decided something close to housekeeping wouldn’t be as important as whatever the others needed him for.

Tiffany was always the youngest no matter how old she got, the sad little girl watching time tick by. Her face scrunches slightly when Will’s breath hits the shell of her ear but then the words set in and she giggles. Everyone wants to see the sad little girl giggle and Will Graham seemed to have the stark dry humor that tickled Tiffany so well.

“I didn’t think Jack wore pants tight enough to tell,” She smirked ever so slightly, cheeks or not she had noticed the way a lot of the trainees flocked to the ‘guru’.

[burnmemories]

he  doesn't  know  what  god  was pranking  him,  but  he  knows  that  his  parole  officer  must  have  had  a  good  laugh  when  she  found  out  that  he  had  gotten  a  roommate  that  was  a  future  fbi  agent  (it  was  very  convenient  of  will  to  tell  diego  after  he  moved  in  what  his  profession  was) .  but  diego  couldn't really complain .  having  someone  to  share  space  with  sure as hell  beat  the  loneliness  he felt back in his  cell .

from  the  moment  they  first  met,  diego  knew  that  will  was  a  little...  odd,  to  say  the  least.  not  that  he  minded .  he  tended  to  gravitate  towards  the  anti  social  types  with  his  golden  retriever  like  personality  anyway .  so  when  will  jokes  that  diego  will  do  for  company,  he  grins,  impressed .  "oh,  i'll  do,  huh?  you  know  what...  i'll  take  that  as  a  compliment,  thank  you  very  much."

flopping  down  into  the  chair  next  to  the  couch,  diego  lets  out  a  quiet  laugh .  will  had  a  good  point.  in  the  few  times  will  would  tell  him  about  his  dreams,  weird  doesn't  even  begin  to  describe  them .  "well, for starters..."  diego  claps  and  rubs  his  hands  together .  "those  raccoons  living  out  back  —  y'know,  rocco?  yeah,  him  and  his  family  are  definitely  mutants .  he  was  road  kill  a  day  ago  and  now  he's  back  like  nothin'  happened .  caught  that  little  son  of  a  bitch  trying  to  steal  a  pack  of  cigs!"

Will didn't haunt dreams. He was haunted by them if the towels he kept nearby his bed was indication enough of how violently he'd wake in his own sweat on a bad night. Living alone was always an ideal situation but beggers couldn't be choosers. He grew up poor and was on the path of a higher education. College was expensive. There were worse situations to be in.

So a convict an FBI agent-in-training walk into a bar.. At the very least, Diego never had to reasonably fear being misunderstood. Not in his company.

"That's accurate. Can't sleep without my blanket, nightlight , and emotional support dog. In the absence of said dog I guess you'll do." The jest was returned; Will always had a dry sense of humor. He'd almost had though, nearly passed out on the couch when Diego'd finally came home. Diego was as affectionate as one. Legs were stretched first before pulling the rest of his body up, slowly blinking in efforts to wake himself up enough for the conversation. "Weirdest day and slash or night. Try me."

His limitations of what was 'weird' was thinning by the day.

[il-mostrc]

There were warnings given to tourists, and they were loud and clear with a hint of malice: 'Keep inside your lodgings at night,' and all will be well. Tourists were the main lifeblood in many of the regions. They were easily gullible and far too easy to manipulate on the streets. Will would have his first encounter with one of the unsavory meetings.

A swindler's sandals were slapping against the pavement as he casually crept closer to the man (@devilswill) who appeared to be inebriated. The dogs that lingered around him were waiting for any sort of scrap of food from his pockets. One look and Will screamed 'tourist' with his clean-shaven (though not particularly on this day) and fine-pressed clothing. For as much as Hannibal desired to blend in, he couldn't help but maintain his aesthetics. This, in turn, bled into Will's everyday life. Even in this country, he was sporting clothing that held a high price tag.

"Hola, ¿qué tienes en el bolso?" The man questioned, wearing white loose-fitting shorts and an open-collared shirt, the buttons unlatched, and full exposure of the man's lean chest could be seen. His steps slowed, hands slightly outreached with curled fingers. "¡¿Qué hay en la maldita bolsa?!" His voice was more demanding this time, his hand slipping into his pocket to procure a knife. It glinted in the low lighting of the streets, teeth gleaming as he peeled back to produce a sneer.

"Ustedes los turistas son jodidamente estúpidos." He spat, kicking away a dog that started to linger too close. With a swift lunge, he grabbed the paper bag, tearing away its cover. The glass flashed with the reflection of the knife and the thug saw his prize. "Entrégalo." Fingers curled in a motion for Will to hand over the bottle. "Entrégalo," he repeated, the knife still in hand and weaving from right to left.

It was five minutes past 9. Will always came home around nine if he wasn't back already. He'd been more lost in thought lately, his mind taking him to places he was sometimes willing to share and other things not. The smell of strays were always on his person. Sometimes with fish, sometimes not. A new scent was coming in lately after their little game with blind-folds - the smell of the drink. Will had lost track of time. He was laying against a sidewalk, prompt up on the side of a building with his new friends around him desperate for love - others hanging around outside of range, curious but untrusting. He pets the ones that will have him, ones familiar to him that he's given names to, and his free hand nurses a bottle in a bag. He'd found another old friend.

[fbiartist]

Are you Ziva’s Type?

“…are you asking me out on a date? Cause that’s like…two bingos. Unless you’re just a tease, cause I can deal with that too. You know that whole yearning from afar deal.” 

@devilswill​

[tacticalempathy]

"Aren't you afraid of being alone up here with a killer?"

She looks up at him with widened eyes like a deer caught in the headlights, he was pushing an issue she had been trying to avoid.

❝ Only slightly ❞

That came out more blunt and she meant it to. What happened with Garrett Hobbs was unfortunate, couldn't judge Mr. Graham too harshly for it, he was only doing his job. To protect and serve, it was her job too, though doesn't know if she'd have what it takes to pull that trigger, isn't sure which one of them that says more about.

❝ I can read people pretty well, but not you. It's off-putting ❞

Worried & Scared / Accepting!

[il-mostrc]

@devilswill

Hannibal (2013-2015)

1x01 || 3x13

[labrynthorange]

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[withinkandquill]

“you’re not alone, not anymore.” // Anya & Will // @devilswill

You’re not alone.

When was the last time Anya had heard those words? Seven years ago, maybe? When faceless people tried to convince her she could trust them, that she was safe, that people cared? It didn’t help. She had been scared. Terrified even. And no amount of words could instantly heal the wounds fourteen years in captivity, the abuse her father inflicted on her, and the atrocities she committed at his command had caused. She hadn’t believed it then. She wasn’t sure she believed it now.

After all, Anya regularly spoke to exactly two people - Dr. Lecter during their visits and over the phone when necessary or when Anya could find an excuse to call, and recently Will Graham. But Hannibal wasn’t a friend. He was her therapist and there were lines you weren’t supposed to cross with a therapist, right? She wasn’t sure what they were but she imagined Dr. Lecter guarding them well, always holding her just beyond them while she toed the line. And Will…he was kind…and friendly…but she hadn’t know him long. How long until he left her? How long until he realized she didn’t deserve his friendship?

Amber eyes glide up to Will’s face, searching for the lie she was so sure she’d be able to see in his eyes. It was so easy to imagine all the ways this could all go wrong. Eventually, she was sure, he would leave her. Either he would hurt her, or more likely, she would hurt him. Maybe emotionally. Maybe physically. Maybe fatally. It was what she did best. She was always her father’s best. A gift with horrible consequences.

Was she already letting him get too close?

Anya draws her knees up into her chest, wrapping her arms around them. Her nails press through black leggings to leave crescent moons in her skin where the pressure is the strongest. Protecting herself. Protecting him.

“Don’t…don’t say that,” she says and her voice is a strangled sort of whisper. “You barely even know me.”

He doesn’t really know her at all…

[agapewordchurch]

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