That thing Will Graham does when he’s looking down but glances up sharply, then looks down, and then looks up sharply again and keeps his gaze on you. It’s such a dichotomy. When he’s not looking at you, you’d think he was shy or nervous. The truth is—he’s not interested in you. But then something interests him, or something ticks him off. There’s something suspicious, or something dangerous, or something he’s curious about. Something he has found and is now slowly and keenly peeling back to look underneath. The worst part is he WILL find it. He will discover you and then you’re done for. I just know Hannibal, whose every gesture is measured, is so insanely judgemental, gets mental whiplash everytime he’s under Will “he’s just my prey I drug him and fuck with him” Graham’s scrutiny
When you first see Hannibal, he is unapproachable. But then he manipulates you into believing he’s approachable. At some point you’re like “oh it’s just Hannibal”. “Just” Hannibal is cooking you 100 ways in his thoughts and laughing at how silly you are
The concept of Hannibal touching Will reverently—the silk of his hair; the curve of his waist; the raw sensitivity of his skin—and Will, who’s not used to a lover as obsessive as him. This is excessive, mentally and physically, but Will develops a taste for being touched like this, for being loved so intensely.
The idea that Hannibal looks away when Will points a gun at him but maintains eye contact when he has a knife at his throat 🤌🤌🤌🤌 like YES stab me, you motherfucjer, but don’t you dare put a bullet between us
