The only way Will could destroy Hannibal is if he destroys himself. In that moment, the part of him that’s always fighting against the darkness thinks that, not only is it the only way but it’s better that he goes too. “I should kill us both”, he thinks, so that is what he does.

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“Our first date has to be in a forest. So I can carve our names into a tree because it’s the most romantic way to show you I have a knife.“ — Hannibal to Will.

Christmas was never something Will was too fond of as a kid. He therefore didn’t see the point of decorating his home as an adult, especially considering he lives alone. However Alana, a friend and once ex-lover, convinced him that dwelling on the ‘Christmas spirit’ could be -

good for him. Will, who didn’t want to disappoint her irrefutable desire to save the damaged man from the depth of his mind - a place she knew was a very dark place - gave in. Not for his sake but hers and went out on a late Christmas-decoration scavenger hunt the day before -

Christmas. Will decided against a tree. That would require effort he didn’t have. He instead chose the smallest and least eye-catching items he could find; nothing too vibrant that could blend into the dark walls of his home. What he couldn’t resist though were the plush Santa -

dog toys. Winston would love these, as would his other six dogs. He therefore bought seven of them.

I think that matches, the layout I mean. God, that icon took ages.

Still not 100% content with my un.

Hm, okay and now I’m content.

“Is that what you want, to feel threatening?” x.com/fake_demcn/sta…

Cracking out from his safe zone, like a baby bird hatching from its egg, into the world of self-indicated social interaction with absolute strangers. Talk about character development or what?

Sunday 24th December. While contemplating what Christmas inspired meal I was going to cook tonight Hannibal entered my mind, but not without regret. What meal would he have prepared for me, what was he dining on tonight?

— Will writing in his journal after Hannibal ran away without him.

Constantly looking for people to unleash my Will Graham muse with so, hit me up if you want to write.

Does anyone know who’s covering this song? I want to listen to it but I can’t find it.

You and I are just alike.

You’re right. We are just alike. You are as alone as I am. And we’re both alone without each other. — Will to Hannibal

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You don’t want me to have anything in my life that’s not you. — Will to Hannibal