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To say she was unnerved was an understatement, at first when he first showed up Molly tried to stand her ground, to rush him away but the words that left her mouth held no real conviction.

Now, he’d been in the house like black mold spreading.

His calmness is what made her sweat run cold, his demeanor was too calm.

The boy was at a friend’s house, a sleep over to celebrate summer… This was the only reason she allowed Will inside, this is why her will to fight against his requests to come inside faltered so easily.

“Will?” She called back, the confusion could be heard before it was ever seen. One hand resting on the small bump she had called him about, the child that would keep them together forever even if she tried to keep her distance.

She wasn’t sure what she wanted, she missed him or the concept of the man she was married to once upon a time but was that didn’t feel like the man on the phone.

What was she supposed to do? Molly thought it was be decent enough to just tell him, let him know to have some kind of closure that everything’s just fine. That his family lived on even if he had to rot in hotel rooms in mental purgatory.

“Will… We know how I feel and we know what we need to do,” Molly whispered softly, there’s a sense of defeat in her voice, she lost, game over.

“Call me,” It felt almost evil including that, keeping the door ajar so he can peek through but not fit as much as a foot in.

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“Sounds like a day dream, princess… Or bad lyrics from a psychedelic record…”

" my love is so mystical, magical. "

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She wasn’t sure what she wanted, she missed him or the concept of the man she was married to once upon a time but was that didn’t feel like the man on the phone.

What was she supposed to do? Molly thought it was be decent enough to just tell him, let him know to have some kind of closure that everything’s just fine. That his family lived on even if he had to rot in hotel rooms in mental purgatory.

“Will… We know how I feel and we know what we need to do,” Molly whispered softly, there’s a sense of defeat in her voice, she lost, game over.

“Call me,” It felt almost evil including that, keeping the door ajar so he can peek through but not fit as much as a foot in.

Molly loved Will. Molly also had a young son and now an unborn baby to think of, to put above everything especially herself, her romantic life. Nothing mattered more than the babies full of innocent and precious life.

A silence as he spoke, reminded her that the man who wanted to tear her apart for being sweet to Will was never found dead. Technically, even with all the love in her heart she didn’t need Will to be around, didn’t need him in her life even if she missed him so much it felt like there was a hole in her chest.

“I never said to come back,” Molly speaks smoothly, honestly, “I love you enough to let you know about the baby but never once did I ask for you to come back…”

It’s true. This wasn’t a conversation about reunion, it was news she decided he needed to hear. Molly was doing him a favor out of love not opening a door to a family she had to protect.

The sourness and the yearning pooled together in the pit of her stomach causing bile to climb the back of her throat. This conversation seemed to be going on for way too long.

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is that the shirt you were wearing last time?

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Iggy blinked slow and long before looking at him, it was the shirt she were most times when she got off stage and it smelt like it too. Bloodied and dry rotted, it felt secure after stomping around in elaborate bikinis all night. She was laid awkwardly, contorted almost like a corpse thrown and left on the loveseat of the green room as she waited for the managers to get the vans in order to leave once again.

She lazily kicked her feet, chunky heavy boots cutting through air and violently catching gravity.

“Does it matter?” She asked simply, there was a twitch to her eye that seemed so incredibly misplaced, “I don’t question you…and whatever you have..going on..”

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Molly loved Will. Molly also had a young son and now an unborn baby to think of, to put above everything especially herself, her romantic life. Nothing mattered more than the babies full of innocent and precious life.

A silence as he spoke, reminded her that the man who wanted to tear her apart for being sweet to Will was never found dead. Technically, even with all the love in her heart she didn’t need Will to be around, didn’t need him in her life even if she missed him so much it felt like there was a hole in her chest.

“I never said to come back,” Molly speaks smoothly, honestly, “I love you enough to let you know about the baby but never once did I ask for you to come back…”

It’s true. This wasn’t a conversation about reunion, it was news she decided he needed to hear. Molly was doing him a favor out of love not opening a door to a family she had to protect.

The sourness and the yearning pooled together in the pit of her stomach causing bile to climb the back of her throat. This conversation seemed to be going on for way too long.

She wants to scream, she wants to scream and cry and be hateful but it isn’t in her. Those cold, cold words chill her to the point that her blood runs cold.

‘Grow up.’

As if the idea of another child be it that bastard’s bastard or otherwise was a naive notion, like she wasn’t thinking like a grown woman who had to separate because she barely survive the outburst of…that man.

In the midst of anger and swallowed bitter sobs she’s struck where she stood. Did she do it on purpose?

The logic of why he would ask that question but the fact that he asked her still made her trip up. It made her mind run with a lot more questions, did he think she would act so maliciously to get him back home, did he lose all hope in her that she would he nasty just like the others that dug deep into him.

“No…we both know our habits… We both know what we wanted before this happened, knew that I stopped birth control, that you had a habit of doing…that,” Molly’s voice has that motherly tone, that softness that she hasn’t had to use with Will since they first met however this time it feels hollowed almost like a chore.

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She wants to scream, she wants to scream and cry and be hateful but it isn’t in her. Those cold, cold words chill her to the point that her blood runs cold.

‘Grow up.’

As if the idea of another child be it that bastard’s bastard or otherwise was a naive notion, like she wasn’t thinking like a grown woman who had to separate because she barely survive the outburst of…that man.

In the midst of anger and swallowed bitter sobs she’s struck where she stood. Did she do it on purpose?

The logic of why he would ask that question but the fact that he asked her still made her trip up. It made her mind run with a lot more questions, did he think she would act so maliciously to get him back home, did he lose all hope in her that she would he nasty just like the others that dug deep into him.

“No…we both know our habits… We both know what we wanted before this happened, knew that I stopped birth control, that you had a habit of doing…that,” Molly’s voice has that motherly tone, that softness that she hasn’t had to use with Will since they first met however this time it feels hollowed almost like a chore.

Her hand rested on the bump…or rather where the bump would be, her fingers splayed out over her stomach. There was a flutter, one she didn’t want to admit.

They weren’t supposed to be speaking. The silly little night between the sheets was ego and need, she didn’t think it would grow anything, literal or otherwise. It was some kind of greed, the deep seeded yearning to have her husband, to have him connected to her in every way imaginable even if it felt like challenging Satan himself.

“Well… I-I’m keeping it,” She whispered, “I think it would be sweet for Wally to have someone to grow up with, there wasn’t anything wrong with what we did that night,”

Not technically but it did dig that need in deeper, made Molly want to be careless. She wanted her man, she wanted her loyal mutt and deep down she wanted to throw a tantrum about it but sometimes it wasn’t about what she wanted…

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do you remember what i told you last time?

have you been doing well since i saw you?

that's not what you told me back then.

when was the last time i saw you?

you were shorter then.

i'm picking the restaurant this time.

we've known each other since we were children.

always knew i could count on you.

that time was different. this is worse.

you're not going to let me live that down, are you?

i seem to remember a conversation we had back then.

so you changed your mind about it?

do you remember our encounter in paris?

you should know me by now.

am i the only one that knows the truth?

we had a lot of help back then.

your mom told me to look out for you.

you just love bringing that back up to annoy me.

maybe don't mention my past indescretions?

this was never going to work out between us.

i told you not to get attached.

i know more about you than you think.

i was there, remember?

i'm not about to forget all the shit you put me through.

you told me you were going to try and make this work.

remember what i said to you?

the last time i saw you, things were good between us.

you never mentioned this before.

that was the longest flight of my life, and you made it worse.

can i still trust you after all that?

at least we tried to make something work.

we never discussed what happened between us.

okay, but i'm driving the car this time.

i haven't forgotten what you said last week.

i'm still thinking about your comment.

i didn't realize it was you when i first saw you.

you seem to make a lot of enemies around here.

there's not much for us to talk about.

we worked it out last time.

i know you far better than you know yourself.

we have a long history.

is that the shirt you were wearing last time?

what don't i know about you?

i haven't told them about us.

you were the only person i could go to.

you know me.

this is bigger than both of us.

i can't stand your driving.

are you taking me to the place we had dinner last time?

that's not at all what you said.

didn't we agree on that?

i thought i made it very clear where i stand.

are these the same people that came after you last time?

are you still going on about it?

can we talk about it?

staying silent about it won't help.

you're the only person who knows the real me.

this is a bad time to talk about your problems.

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three. everyone is born with a ‘tattoo’ of the first thing their soulmate will say to them. 

four. soulmates can feel each other’s pain.

five. any scars that your soulmate has, appear as flower ‘tattoos’ on your own body. 

six. soulmates can feel each other’s emotions.

seven. soulmates are continuously reincarnated, and remember their past lives when they see each other.

eight. soulmates have a compass on their wrist constantly pointing the towards their soulmate.

nine. everyone has a mark on their bodies where their soulmate will first touch them. 

ten. when someone writes on their skin with ink, it appears on their soulmate’s skin too.

eleven. everyone is born with their soulmate’s name written on them. 

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Molly shrinks as he frowns at her, settling back into her spot as she went back to eyeing the tv. She was pouting like she always did when Will got into his little moods where her soft teasing just soured everything more. She just liked her husband. She liked when her husband was happy and content but lately he’s been more and more moody especially with baseball being mid season.

Molly looks at Wally in his uncomfortable position on the loveseat before nodding, “If you don’t he’ll wake up complaining that his neck hurts, poor boy was trying to make it to the end,”

Her tone was always so much softer when talking about her boy, motherly and almost always under a whisper. she would watch Will’s strong arms as he lifted the boy to carry him off, to put him to bed to leave the happy couple by themselves to simmer in Will’s bitterness.

Molly’s nose scrunched, it was later innings which meant Wally had fallen asleep on the loveseat across from the couch. Will’s drinking glass was half empty and if that meant anything it meant that her beloved husband was going to be reduced to a jealous brat in no time. She hummed as she turned her whole body, sitting on her knees to lean against the back of the couch just to watch him, just to look him over.

She would never admit it but he had the perfect build for one of those little baseball uniforms…

“We’re losing anyway,” She remarked, ankles crossed as a soft smirk crawled across her face, “C’mon lover boy, don’t be like that…”

She wants to keep it soft and light, wants to assure him of his fears and his silly little jealousy but deep down she knows he has the right to feel a little inferior, a little insecure now and again. Especially with how much attention she could give the ball game sometimes. When that hole in her heart would forever be there no matter how much space her man took up, how devoted and hopeless she would be for Will, she would always have that silly little affair with baseball.

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Molly giggled as he gave in like a good husband was supposed to, following him down to continue those kisses. She smirked against his jaw.

It was always just kissing, just cuddling, just wanting to lay down with him that got them in trouble. But they were outside and Wally was in his room fast asleep, they would be just fine even with Will’s loud mouth.

She sat up, hands resting on his chest as she felt his tense skin under her touch. She loved how he felt under her fingers, how he tensed and relaxed from anticipation from what she wanted.

“Oh, cowboy, it’s not my fault you got wandering hands,” She teased, gently massaging his sides.

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“I really don’t think this is a good idea.”

A soft hiss of a shush leaves Molly’s lips, the boy was asleep tucked in tightly inside their perfect little house where their perfect little hounds could keep an eye on them. Which meant mommy and daddy were free to lay out on an old sheet with a bottle of wine Molly preferred. Pink, almost cutesy, a woman’s drink… But she was convincing enough to get her adoring husband to drink a glass or two.

Now, under the stars she had straddled his lap, his flannel lazily around her shoulders to cover that thin tank top.

“Scared?” She nuzzled into him with a grin, her nose against days old stubble, “I’ll be quiet, it’s just a little kissin’,”

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Molly’s nose scrunched, it was later innings which meant Wally had fallen asleep on the loveseat across from the couch. Will’s drinking glass was half empty and if that meant anything it meant that her beloved husband was going to be reduced to a jealous brat in no time. She hummed as she turned her whole body, sitting on her knees to lean against the back of the couch just to watch him, just to look him over.

She would never admit it but he had the perfect build for one of those little baseball uniforms…

“We’re losing anyway,” She remarked, ankles crossed as a soft smirk crawled across her face, “C’mon lover boy, don’t be like that…”

She wants to keep it soft and light, wants to assure him of his fears and his silly little jealousy but deep down she knows he has the right to feel a little inferior, a little insecure now and again. Especially with how much attention she could give the ball game sometimes. When that hole in her heart would forever be there no matter how much space her man took up, how devoted and hopeless she would be for Will, she would always have that silly little affair with baseball.

❛ I can’t see your face, but those are definitely your brooding and pensive shoulders. ❜ molly @g0dforb1d

      Molly Foster Graham wasn't taught in the ways of the psychological. There was no education and degree that'd slither under his borders ( or at least try to ). Yet Will knew there were times his body language screamed what was on his mind, or at least how he was feeling. In a perfect world he'd be a steal trap. Molly knew him on his shoulders alone. It was a blessing and curse to be known. With Molly it was more of a blessing - even as his jaw tightened in annoyance that she was right.

      Imminently his posture straightened, failing for it to at all look natural.

      "I'm not brooding," he protests. A lie. He was. Baseball was on. Will knew better than to interrupt the viewing in the next room and instead settled on feeling sorry for himself in the kitchen making the dogs food in the morning. "Is a commercial on or are my pensive shoulders distracting?

      Will felt many things about the dead. Jealousy was still something new. In another life Molly would still have her high school sweetheart. They could be married 50 years and he'd still never be him.

      "You're going to miss the game." His blooding continued.

      He hoped she'd stay, at least for a moment longer - even if he was being a piss baby.

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Her hand rested on the bump…or rather where the bump would be, her fingers splayed out over her stomach. There was a flutter, one she didn’t want to admit.

They weren’t supposed to be speaking. The silly little night between the sheets was ego and need, she didn’t think it would grow anything, literal or otherwise. It was some kind of greed, the deep seeded yearning to have her husband, to have him connected to her in every way imaginable even if it felt like challenging Satan himself.

“Well… I-I’m keeping it,” She whispered, “I think it would be sweet for Wally to have someone to grow up with, there wasn’t anything wrong with what we did that night,”

Not technically but it did dig that need in deeper, made Molly want to be careless. She wanted her man, she wanted her loyal mutt and deep down she wanted to throw a tantrum about it but sometimes it wasn’t about what she wanted…

❛ I apologize. I apologize. I apologize. I was only tryna show you my love. ❜ from molly @g0dforb1d

     Will sat motionless in the motel room he'd sealed himself in for the last week. There was no home anymore, just temporary rooms. Security was too high around him to flee, to see out his violent companion that may or may not be dead ( and to finish what he'd failed to do upon that cliff ). The role of the pathetic and broken Will Graham had to be played, too traumatized to be used by the FBI to track down Hannibal the Cannibal.

     His shock was no act. Will and Molly had been swept away in their grief when visiting what was their home for the last time, dividing boxes and belongings. The Dragon tainted this home as much as he tainted Will. Even now he still had nightmares of killing her with his own hands, killing their son and jabbing shards of glass within their eyes. One last bittersweet memory was made.

     She was pregnant.

     Will rubbed his free hand across his mauled face, scars now decorating just as much as the rest of his body was covered and mauled. This changed everything - or it changed nothing. He didn't know. He stands up from the old recliner to the minifridge, pulling out a bottle of whiskey and drinking it straight for a few licks before speaking into the phone.

     "You're sure? No.. false positive?" It doesn't come to him to question if there was another man; he knew his wife. There was none. ".. What do you want to do here, Molly?"

"I bond with Abigail, you take her away. I bond with barely more than the idea of a child, you take it away. You saw to it that I alienated Alana, alienated Jack. You don't want me to have anything in my life that's not you." Hannibal doesn't deny it. "I'm your psychiatrist, Will. I only want what's best for you." "Please. Every moment of cogent thought under your psychiatric care is a personal victory."

     Three years he had his life to himself. Three years he had and had a family. A wife. A son. Three years and in a flash, it had been taken away. It was done once. It would happen again - only Molly and Wally may not survive another round.

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“I really don’t think this is a good idea.”

A soft hiss of a shush leaves Molly’s lips, the boy was asleep tucked in tightly inside their perfect little house where their perfect little hounds could keep an eye on them. Which meant mommy and daddy were free to lay out on an old sheet with a bottle of wine Molly preferred. Pink, almost cutesy, a woman’s drink… But she was convincing enough to get her adoring husband to drink a glass or two.

Now, under the stars she had straddled his lap, his flannel lazily around her shoulders to cover that thin tank top.

“Scared?” She nuzzled into him with a grin, her nose against days old stubble, “I’ll be quiet, it’s just a little kissin’,”

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