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“He’s not a real person, isn’t he? The master of the White Palace. He only made himself *look* like one to fool those weakling city bugs. He’s really a *thing*, right? Like the one we all ran away from.”
"He is your father."
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22 Oct 2025
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After their fall off a cliff, Will has trouble getting Hannibal to talk to him. He can't decipher why: is Hannibal angry with him? Has he done something wrong?
In other news, Hannibal has trouble speaking after Will shoves them off a cliff. He can't decipher why: was Will angry with him? Has he done something wrong?
Obviously, some complicated miscommunication ensues. Hannibal has to learn to speak again after traumatic memories reemerge. My submission for FFFX!
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16 Jul 2025
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the ocean changed hannibal. it's a brain injury, will knows that, but what it makes him – soft, easily submissive, and loving in a way any man with good sense would want – sows regret into will. regret and anger.
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23 Apr 2025
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The moments where Dwight bonds with his companions.
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14 Apr 2025
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“What do you see?” Hannibal asks, indulging his curiosity.
“A mirror,” Will says slowly. “Equilibrium. One might have been a god, but he could be brought down by the wiles of a human. A human who chose him above other admirers, because he recognized the connection between them that couldn’t form between him and any other. Hyacinthus made such a mark upon Apollo that we still feel it today."
Hannibal nods. “Hyacinths are poisonous. They often represent jealousy, a bitter emotion, as well as a longing for forgiveness. The flower of love and hate, if there ever was one.”
Will brushes aside a strand of hair from Hannibal’s forehead, his touch leaving a fire in its wake. “They were born from beauty. All poisons are beautiful to someone.” He’s smiling down at him with eyes more filled with clarity and acceptance and raw understanding than ever, and Hannibal stares hopelessly back, seeing himself reflected. Indeed, they are a mirror.
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it's sunday in the lecter-graham household. in which hannibal pines, services, and will gives him the reassurance he needs.
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11 Apr 2025