![]() Will drops his eyes, clenches his hands into fists, then releases. His spine straightens without his permission and Hannibal leans back, fixing his unmoving boy with a blank stare that reflects a calmness that he no longer feels. Ridiculous boy, how could he-īlood, bones, and tar all turn to ice. “You are not dying.” He replies, sure as can be. Will stares with that same vacant mask he’s built, giving nothing away. ![]() Hannibal blinks, feeling blindsided, before a surge of relentless anger floods every corner of his body. ![]()
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