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[ week one ➝ hannibal ]
[ The afternoon was honestly, a blur. He remembers talking to Ezio, curt and to the point and trying not to readily admit his reasons for this. He remembers putting together a sandwich and being annoyed that he ate something that Hannibal hadn't cooked for him. He remembers trying not to focus on Hannibal outside for a while before realizing that if he was going to do this, he'd need supplies.
So, there was a moment where Will left the hotel again on a straight shot to the General Store. He didn't look in the way of Hannibal and instead kept his eyes down and his stride direct. He wasn't sure what he would find there but he's thinking, vaguely, of Molly, which hurts in a way he doesn't quite want right now. He puts his frustrations into searching, thinking of what Molly enjoyed here. She liked candles and tea, of soft soaps and herbs that filled up their steamy bathroom and made even Will feel drowsy with contentment. He remembers sharing those times with her, of dozing with his nose pressed into her hair and soft music filling the room.
He doesn't quite realize he's back at the room until he's standing there with a pack of candles, some bath oils, and pockets full of herbs. It's not quite losing time but... but it's a near thing. He looks out the window to see Hannibal and Percy, talking to each other in the middle of their work.
Will is here though and he's committed and he's staying the -- well, he's not exactly staying the night but he is spending a while on Hannibal's couch without any urge to leave. He gets to work soon after, setting the bathroom up and going downstairs to put on some tea. It takes some effort and Will nearly abandons the venture altogether but in the end, everything is prepared just around the time Will spots Hannibal finishing and heading back to the hotel.
He hates this. He hates this. Why did he offer? What possessed him to do this?
When Hannibal finally gets there, the bathroom door is closed but even the outer room smells good from the bath, like lavender and herbal tea and warm milk. The tea Will picked is, of course, chamomile and Will sits on the couch, mug in hand and looking like he's been holding his breath much too long. He bites out immediately instead of a greeting -- ]
I changed rooms with Ezio for the night.
[ God damnit. ]
So, there was a moment where Will left the hotel again on a straight shot to the General Store. He didn't look in the way of Hannibal and instead kept his eyes down and his stride direct. He wasn't sure what he would find there but he's thinking, vaguely, of Molly, which hurts in a way he doesn't quite want right now. He puts his frustrations into searching, thinking of what Molly enjoyed here. She liked candles and tea, of soft soaps and herbs that filled up their steamy bathroom and made even Will feel drowsy with contentment. He remembers sharing those times with her, of dozing with his nose pressed into her hair and soft music filling the room.
He doesn't quite realize he's back at the room until he's standing there with a pack of candles, some bath oils, and pockets full of herbs. It's not quite losing time but... but it's a near thing. He looks out the window to see Hannibal and Percy, talking to each other in the middle of their work.
Will is here though and he's committed and he's staying the -- well, he's not exactly staying the night but he is spending a while on Hannibal's couch without any urge to leave. He gets to work soon after, setting the bathroom up and going downstairs to put on some tea. It takes some effort and Will nearly abandons the venture altogether but in the end, everything is prepared just around the time Will spots Hannibal finishing and heading back to the hotel.
He hates this. He hates this. Why did he offer? What possessed him to do this?
When Hannibal finally gets there, the bathroom door is closed but even the outer room smells good from the bath, like lavender and herbal tea and warm milk. The tea Will picked is, of course, chamomile and Will sits on the couch, mug in hand and looking like he's been holding his breath much too long. He bites out immediately instead of a greeting -- ]
I changed rooms with Ezio for the night.
[ God damnit. ]