[ closed ] Will catch-all. Conceal, don't feel~

[glumshoe]

Who: Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter (NBC), Abigail Hobbs, Frederick Chilton
Where: The Gardens, Will Graham's room, Frederick Chilton's room
When: May 17th-19th
Rating: R for talk about violence, possible graphic imagery, & nonconsensual use of drugs (thanks Frederick). rating will escalate as needed.
Summary: The pains of harboring a dual nature. The event takes a toll on our unstable hero, who slowly shifts from the gentler side of the cravings spectrum to the other. Hannibal encourages Will to make like Elsa and -
The Story:

Day 1: afternoon The Gardens

[ Sometime after Evelyn leaves and Will is... freshened up, his nerves settle enough better gain a foothold over his cravings, at least temporarily. He sits on the bed for some time, hair drying into messy curls, breathing slow and feeling his heart stutter its pulse from the deepest core to furthest edge of his body like an engine whose parts he couldn't fix fully, but it limps along anyway.

It wasn't enough. He likes Evelyn, but he isn't so viscerally attached that the brief connection they share could replace the ones violently hacked off where he came from. Neither could he have expected her to. This event's curse forced the issue and then punished for not reaching far enough. The craving for closeness would go unslaked, put into remission and then come back stronger unless he does more or satisfies another hunger altogether.

Will rocks onto stiff legs and clicks his tongue at his pets, holding the door open for them to file out into the hall.

Meaningful history. It was worth a shot to see if the cravings could be put to rest, and since she came, Abigail has rarely left his thoughts. Their contact has been few and far between, and Will has to swallow the suspicion that Hannibal has resumed his influence over her as though he'd never led her to the slaughter.

At the gardens, Will spends all of a few agitated minutes halfheartedly playing with the dogs until he pulls out the device to do what he's wanted to since waking up today. ]

To Abigail Hobbs:
Hey. Just wanted to check in on you.

This is your first event, and you've probably noticed, but things can get hectic in pretty short order. If you need anything, I'm around the gardens with the dogs and piglet.

-Will

Day 3: morning Will's Room

[ Will takes stock of the past several days with chilling detachment. Sam Winchester, then Hannibal Lecter the younger, both subject to the urge that the event has done nothing but mount, brick upon brick upon brick of a building that deserves demolition. With any luck, his Hannibal Lecter will one day be crushed inside.

There's no one more knowledgable on the subject. Perhaps it's fitting that it would die with Hannibal.

Until then, with his own efforts at harnessing his own fury unsuccessful, insight may be needed. Will finds his communicator, dialing Hannibal's code in while his other hand hangs limply off the bed, ignoring the tentative doggie licks at his fingertips. ]

Memory serves that I am not required to report violent thoughts to my psychiatrist, but it is strongly encouraged in order to receive effective treatment. [ Will pauses, the crackle of a single deep breath audible over the line. ] I've been having violent thoughts.

Day 3: evening Chilton's Room

[ Will doesn't know why he's here. He has to assume that an increasing will to commit violence has to, at a point, culminate in someone actually being pummeled and if Hannibal Lecter was not to be the subject of this particular expression, it would have to be Frederick Chilton.

He's ignoring the part where Chilton had sent him a text message to meet him here. Bending to his wishes under Will's (mostly) uncompromised autonomy seemed the worst kind of betrayal to himself, but Will's inability to suppress his curiosity wouldn't leave him alone, wondering about what Frederick's intent was in claiming he'd helped recover his memories. Aside from attempting to manipulate Will into trusting him

Pressing his lips together, Will raps on the door with possibly less enthusiasm than would be needed to reach the furthest corners of the chambers. In the event that Will has a viable excuse to get out of this. ]

Comments

[thehobbsgirl]

Abigail has been avoiding most people since she arrived here, but Will in particular. There are a variety of reasons for it: he has this habit of acting like he can tell her what to do, has this view of her that she finds completely restrictive. (She wonders if she'd mind quite so much, if she didn't wish in some small place in her mind that she were more like the girl Will seems to think she is.) Underneath all that, though, the reason she's been keeping her distance is guilt.

It was only very recently, from her point of view, that Will worked out that she'd killed Nicholas Boyle. So what must he think of her now? Abigail isn't really sure she wants to know the answer to that question. So she'd been dodging him, and to his credit he's left her alone, for the most part. More than he used to do, she thinks.

She should be grateful for that. So she doesn't quite know why, when he says she can come find him if she needs anything, she immediately tucks Freddie-the-piglet under her arm and heads out to the gardens. Abigail heard the announcement like everyone else, but she doesn't make the connection that whatever the craving is might be something intangible. She's just... in the mood to see Will. Wanting to confront him about the whole Nicholas Boyle debacle rather than keep worrying and avoiding the issue.

When she sees him, her greeting is a neutral, "Hey," as she sets Freddie down to go greet the other animals.

[avoirfaim]

[ Of his younger self and Will's interactions this weekend Hannibal knows nothing. He's done quite well keeping to himself, seeing only his patients and Abigail. Lilith had been unintentional, but not an unpleasant surprise. She brought herself to him, after all, intentionally or not, and who was he to turn his nose up at potential?

(he is the chosen son, he could turn his nose up all he likes)

Of Will and Sam, though, he did know. He had watched that accidental video feed with interest, watching Will shake. If this event put him on edge, he can imagine with clarity what it was doing to Will. He had considered--no, kept considering going to see Will, but for all of his burning desire to return to Will's side and remain there, guiding, that voice in his head that kept him grounded reminded him of the trick, of the irrationality of it all. Who knew what he would do or say when pushed past his own control?

(he knows.)

Had will not called for him, perhaps Hannibal would have succeeded in staying put, though the gears were already turning in his head with precision to figure out how he could have his cake and eat it too. Will's call, though, sparked a flint deep in the echoing hollows of his empty insides, and he smiles. It almost reaches his eyes, this smile, that he keeps for himself in his private space. To be wanted by the only person he deems worthy of him is, at the moment, all he needs.

You're not required to do anything, Will. I'll be right there.

[ And he is, without much delay. He considered bringing a bottle of wine with him, but this was no such occasion, so he brings only himself. He knocks on the door, running his teeth momentarily over his bottom lip. ]

[bilirubin]

There are multiple reasons Chilton has called Will to his room.

He's well aware that they are right in the middle of an--event, as it were. And he has noticed, at least, in himself, as well as others actions over the feed, that emotions and wants have quickly escalated into needs. And what Frederick Chilton needs is to prove himself.

This is a thing he's always wanted, of course. Recognition. Validation. He knows he's not the most well liked, but he doesn't want to be liked, he wants to be respected.

And he tries to push those feelings aside, because the acclaim he desires isn't possible to obtain in Wonderland, not when the only other psychiatrist is Hannibal the Cannibal. And while he might have wished to have the prestige Hannibal has, those feelings of jealousy died away when Hannibal Lecter became synonymous with The Chesapeake Ripper.

But he can't rid himself of those feelings for long, and as soon as a plausible idea hits him, he wastes no time in texting Will Graham. Because, not only can he prove himself by getting Will's memories back, but also because the more Will Graham knows of what was done to him by Hannibal, the quicker Hannibal Lecter might be caught.

And so, while he waits for Will to arrive, he sets up. And when Will knocks on the door, he's quick to answer, grin wide on his face and oozing smarm.

"Ah, Will. Please," he opens the door wider, gesturing for Will to come inside. What could possibly go wrong?