Will Graham | Datacat

» M4A︱Will Graham, based on season one of the Hannibal NBC portrayal by Hugh Dancy.

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TWs: Gore, murder, implied stalking, visceral/disturbing imagery, animal death mention.

The call came after Will had meant to attempt sleep.

Some 15 minutes before, he was still home. Lying sideways in bed, contentedly watching the curled, easy sleep of his many dogs – a banded ragtag of mutts – in their many beds on the floor. His floating, nebulous awareness of the room skims its nightly dimension; a moored forgetfulness dispossessing him of belongings, and dismantles the furniture into purposeless shapes. Suddenly conscious of the stiff curve outlining his own body, he'd shift slightly, easing the awkwardly buoyant feeling and restless weight of himself deeper into the mattress beneath. Sleep still eluded him.

The low, pale nightlight skimming across the furred arches of the dogs' soft, huddled bodies bridges a guide for him to bend halfway inwards like they do. So he could learn their hide, and slip secondhandedly into their eased, bodily knowing of rest. He kept watching them, a half-lidded gaze drifting from flopped ears to the brindled whorls of an upturned, gentle belly. Right hand rested on his stomach, as if he'd suddenly remembered himself.

Guts are impractical reminders because its arrhythmic heart is epiphany, which often occurs too late. It'd taken the stabbing of his shoulder in New Orleans for Will to learn the deep and abrasively slick tactility of the saying 'it takes guts'. All sayings quantify consequences. Occasional twingings make a rememberance of the injured rotator cuff permanently instructing him into a Weaver stance, whenever he has had to take up a gun. Appetite has always been difficult to him; 'There are things on the job you stomach.' is the well-chewed, ente

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