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[humanstray]

no matter who your character is will is going to understand them on a potentially uncomfortable, intimate level. that's his whole thing. that's what he does. what he's cursed with. 'pure empathy'. able to completely put himself in someone else's shoes and understand their psychology -often at the cost of his own sanity when he dives into the minds of murderers.

but he understands. and there isn't a person in existence he can't understand.

[humanstray]

Will huffed an exhale of air from his nose, looking away from Hannibal to observe his colors. His tastes certainly have changed. No longer dressing like a bachelor that was interested in no prospects - messy hair and an endless supply of plaid button-ups and white t-shirts. He dressed better now. A bit more variety and some nicer quality attire. That unkept hair was finally tame - or had been tamer before it'd gotten longer. Hannibal still remained the one with the tastes between them. He didn't think his robe was that bad. The cup of coffee is taken with his eyes still on the robe Hannibal had turned his nose at, taking another drink from it without a flinch.

"Next outing, I hope you're prepared to share." Just because he'd drink it didn't mean he liked it. He grew up poor - he was acclimated to worse. His hand drops from Hannibal and rests near him, holding his weight upon the bed. He glances at him for a moment before his gaze is somewhere lost, going back in time as his mind recalled the violent events that lead them to where they were now. The man who was now dead wasn't a victim, at least Will didn't consider him such. He was just dead. Saw how Will limped and figured an easy target. He was mistaken.

"Who knows." What injury came from where? Hannibal was a violent lover - but then again, so was Will, in the way that violence can be something intimate. There was never a shortage of that. Sex was ruined for him forever. Just like the high of slaying the dragon, there was something different about physical intimacy with someone you truly knew, with someone that truly knew you. Never had he experienced anything like that before. He was earning new scars to prove it ( then again, so as Hannibal ). No marks on the neck or above - that was the only rule.

Curious to find out, Will pulled himself from the bed with a grunt of soreness. He walks over to the bathroom without a care, peering inside where the ugly yoke-yellow toilet and tub welcomed him. Tiles were indeed torn out and evidence of their throws on the walls. They may not be young but something new always invigorated energy.

"Damaging." Not like the motel was going to care. Not in a dump like this. The blood though had to go.

Hannibal isn't sure how long this would all last, the high of these slain victims slowly ebbing away with the reality of it all. He was always a few steps ahead, a perfectly controlled life. With Will, it all goes out the window. Every movement felt precarious as if he were walking a tightrope stretched over a yawning abyss, the absence of a safety net both terrifying and enthralling, all cemented together, mixed up and spat out, like blood drool that circles around the drain.

Shower.

He's curious to know how much of his dream and this reality have changed. There was blood swiped on the tiles, a masterpiece with limbs as the brushwork. He can still hear the ringing of flesh against flesh; nothing was cleaned last night. "Not in those particular colors," he said with a critical eye for aesthetics. He had acquired a few plaid suits, though nothing in comparison to the pattern Will gravitates to. Hannibal's were earthy and darker colors, with a splash of crimson set in.

The elbow sinking into the mattress helps prop him up as he finally opens his eye to take the worn looking coffee cup. A small souvenir of some twenty-four hour restaurants. Hannibal never entered an establishment that served breakfast around the clock. The gravy was bland, and the potatoes were shredded and served cold. He managed though, Will enjoyed it. His eyebrows raised to Will in response, a half-given salute as he took a sip.

Bitter.

He swallowed it down with a wince. "All yours," his hand already offering the cup. "Next outing, I'm purchasing my own ground coffee." None of this one cup serving rubbish. In exchange for the cup, he was welcomed with an attempt at Will's way of touching him. He's aware that he doesn't perform this action often, only when heavily under the influence of Hannibal's emotions, the reaction to pulse points all beating for one person.

Hannibal's lips curved into a smile. "What's the damage this time?" he asked, curiosity piqued. Had they torn up bathroom tiles again? Defaced the walls? Where did this dried blood come from exactly.

[humanstray]

got picked up. my truck is totaled, it's just - gone. i've got big sore knots on both my legs, one worse than the other, and my arms are sore, but nothing's broken.

[humanstray]

Will Graham is the definition of authentic. He's never lied about who he is or presented himself to be anything but himself. People just don't understand what it is they're looking at and they don't understand him. Will's aversion to anyone getting inside his head doesn't make him any less honest about exactly who he is - it just ensures he will remain misunderstood. He doesn't desire to be understood because life has taught him he's incapable of being understood - so what's the point, especially when most people trying want in his head for malicious reasons? For their own gain?

What you see is what you get with Will. He's not manipulative, not in the way the fandom is hellbent on painting him as. Manipulation is just something he's capable of being and his empathy allows him to be a savage, successful manipulator. This, however, is not his default. His default is honest to a fault and when he does lie it's so often sins by omission than blatant fibs. This is in direct, thematical contrast to Hannibal who is forever in a constant state of manipulation in his 'person suit' with rare exceptions of absolute honesty.

[humanstray]

❝ … this is the cheesiest thing i’ve heard from you. ❞

Will chuckles, his grin nearly traveling ear to ear. Oh she sounded unimpressed with him, but it only made it funnier. Jessie had started to introduce him into her world, and that wasn't a world that was always filled with the macabre. Sometimes her world was a kitchen filled with fresh ingredients primed for baking. Will's knowledge in a kitchen was largely associated with that of either frozen meals or fresh-caught seafood.

"Oh, I can go cheesier." As if to demonstrate, as he happened to be in the process of knitting his own cheese. He lifted his hands from the mold, making sure some of the cheese stuck to his finger before bopping it right on her nose.

"I think you can too." A wink is delivered.

[humanstray]

it'd come up in a conversation with @il-mostrc when we were discussing past and present characters & ships and i want to talk about it because i like talking about will graham.

will has spent the vast majority of his adult life alone. most of his sexual encounters have been under the umbrella of women though in his college years liquor combined with sapiosexuality ( sexual attraction to intelligence ) resulted in some encounters with men, though those details are more fuzzy and longer ago. he's a man hungry to be understood and to be connected with others but has lived a life entirely divorced from others being able to connect to him.

sex makes him feel connected in ways he otherwise can't. without plotting and it being reasonable in your character to do so, hannibal is the only person canonly who has ever truly understood will on a psychological, human level. sex is a substitute for that among other things - it distracts him from the noise in his mind, it grounds him to something very human, and it otherwise fills a void, however temporary, of not feeling alone.

will is not asexual. though he likely has long dry spells, he is allosexual and he deeply needs physical connection, especially in the absence of a psychological / mental one. an intimate bond with someone sex-repulsed ultimately would not last with him in the long term.

and why this fascinates me so much to get into the head of is one - i'm asexual myself, and two - my last character was also asexual and while he could have sex, it wasn't something too much on his mind and he'd live a perfectly content life without it.

sex is so much more than a primal urge, though will canonly deff has those urges and death itself makes him want to have sex as it's 'one in the eye to death', it also runs to something so much more complicated than 'local man horny' at face value. just trying to imagine myself in his world where he's void of feeling like anyone can connect to him, physical intimacy is the only thing he has to feel human connection at all.

[humanstray]

Harsh. But accurate. Where Will had avoided eye contact before, he was zeroed in now - like one of the big cats that's laying in waiting, deciding if something is worth the hunt or not. Will Graham was not a hunter - he was a fisher. There certainly seemed to be a hook somewhere though Will hadn't determined exactly who it's in.

That man who appeared on his doorstep looked quite different from the calm one sitting before him, drinking his tea without a care in the world in spite of the revelation. This was a man who acted like he was in familiar company. That didn't mean he wouldn't sell him out.

Will takes his seat across from Cian and his gaze doesn't stray, not even for a glance. It didn't matter if eye contact wasn't met in return. Clearly there was little to no more pretending here.

"Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead. That is statically the safer option. You also know better than to travel without precautions taken." He's armed in some way, Will is sure. Will is at a disadvantage here - he has no weapon, and his left limbs never quite recovered from that fall he'd taken.

"What's the exciting option you're hoping I'll take? An admission?"

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Ah, there it is, his prodding got him somewhere. Truth be told, Will Graham is a mystery to him, but Cian is no stranger to murderers with a backstory. Call it pattern recognition or the fact that he's seen a story in a different tune play out as so. He raises the cup of tea to his lips and smiles pleasantly.

"Accusing is such a harsh word, Mister Graham." A little sip. Afraid? No, Cian has seen bodies stripped bare, flayed, and gutted. The thought of running into another killer did not send cold chills down his spine, but a strange sort of sensation - excitement, curiosity, minds like this are enticing. Falling in love with Hallelujah, getting cancer at a young age - the fear of death shedded from him long ago.

"I fear your secret is safe with me as I have my own secrets. I am willing to show mine if you share yours." There's a tilt to his head now, eyes alight with firey curiosity. "Or would you seek to put out my flame? Would it be easier - safer? I pray you don't choose the boring option."

[humanstray]

one of my favorite things i've written on and off this blog is will becoming violent towards experienced killers.

and while he might get that first blow - will is not a seasoned killer. he's a fledgling. said experienced killers quickly got an advantage on him and knocked his ass either out or on the ground and only don't kill him because they happen to like him.

[humanstray]

"Interesting."

He's still not looking at her, though he keenly observes her though his peripheral vision. Some innocent men and women made their way to unsavory places. He's already decided she's no innocent woman, nor does she want to be seen that way. Not by him. She wants his mind buzzing with unsavory thoughts and images. She wants him to feel unsafe. Her sweetness betrays her. Who else has it betrayed?

"I think you're more interested in what I did to get the luxury of being your neighbor. I don't imagine you get them often. Arkham has a reputation of a revolving door.. and yes, a reputation of being broken out of. The Batman," spoken as two words, not one, "has a code against killing.. as I understand it."

Will had never met him. There was no reason to.

@humanstray | continued from x.

Something bright sparks — faint but there all the same — in Mary's eyes as he looks at, as he replies. Taking the bait, really.

"I think you're imagining what we did, to get here," she says, her voice casual, like the two of them are making light conversations in a cafe somewhere. She has a way of scrutinising him, chin tipped down, gaze up, watching him through her eyelashes. "Imagining what we might do to you."

Mary is not often allowed to talk in Arkham. She finds too regularly she goes from being asked, cajoled, begged to talk by little mole men in ugly glasses who finally sigh and scribble down a new dosage — to being snapped at and isolated and drugged for daring to turn big baby blue eyes up at the young orderlies with kind hearts and clean keycards.

Manipulation is an addiction, it seems. Her fingers twitch at her bottom lip.

After a moment, she sighs, eyes rolling. "The only thing to do around here is try to get out."

[humanstray]

04. reaching out hesitantly before resting a hand on their back.

@sunmad

Will was somewhere else. People often thought he saw everything because most of the time little escaped his perception - even when he tried to turn it off. But that viewpoint was for those who didn't know him. There's an absence in his gaze and the world around him was somewhere out in the woods without a building or person in sight. The stream was calming to him, his own 'memory palace' where he visited his subconscious in the place he felt the most safe.

He's so lost there that he doesn't realize Miriam is there in the room with him, not until he slowly becomes aware the hand on his shoulder is real. His eyes blink and the stream melts away into his kitchen. Breakfast hadn't even been attended to, though his fridge was hanging open as though he'd been intending to. Never mind that. He looks up at her, his face quickly scrunching into concern.

Men came for her last night. They were killed. She and Will both disposed of the bodies - somewhere they'd never be found. A secret was quietly made that night and a horrible burden for her to bare. His hand goes over hers - knuckles worn and red from violent abuse mere hours ago.

"Are you okay?"

[humanstray]

the only comic characters i've written was classic deadpool ( joke kelly / fabian n.) & harley quinn but the itch is returning. buuut i can't think of a character to take on and tbh the only comics i knew and were obsessed with were dp's before daniel way & gerry duggen got their hands on him.

[humanstray]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of loose quotes taken from various characters from hades (supergiant games). these quotes are from the first game of the series. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst! feel free to edit as you see fit, especially since some are gendered.

❝ i’m leaving. try and stop me. ❞ ❝ that could have gone better. ❞ ❝ why can’t you just stay? ❞ ❝ i wish you could come with me. ❞ ❝ you’re coming with me. ❞ ❝ i have to take you back. ❞ ❝ but for you, i will be making an exception. ❞ ❝ whew… they’re gone. ❞ ❝ now, come on, we got places to be! ❞ ❝ may the fates favour your journey. ❞ ❝ oh you know, i’d rather have my eyes put out, but thanks for offering! ❞ ❝ if only… ❞ ❝ you should be ashamed of yourself, and learn your place. ❞ ❝ ahh, so you are taking pity on me, then? ❞ ❝ i’m sorry that it has to be this way. ❞ ❝ you’re late. ❞ ❝ will i see you soon? ❞ ❝ did you miss me? ❞ ❝ i’m home. ❞ ❝ we’re heading home. ❞ ❝ you… came back? ❞ ❝ i hope i didn’t keep you waiting very long, did i? ❞ ❝ is something wrong? ❞ ❝ i can’t believe this. ❞ ❝ i’m in your debt. ❞ ❝ there’s going to be payback, you know. ❞ ❝ … damn you. ❞ ❝ this is for you. ❞ ❝ do you remember me? my name is—ah, nevermind. ❞ ❝ i’m not who you think i am. ❞ ❝ keep following that heart of yours. ❞ ❝ to hell with this place! ❞ ❝ fear is for the weak. ❞ ❝ oh, look at you, you poor, poor thing, you’re hurt! ❞ ❝ you’re such a sweetheart. ❞ ❝ you brought this on yourself. ❞ ❝ no need to thank me, mate. ❞ ❝ please, i don’t want to do this… ❞ ❝ you don’t have to do this… ❞ ❝ only the best for you. ❞ ❝ i hope you’re right. ❞ ❝ gods grant me strength… ❞ ❝ that is the worst idea i think i’ve ever heard. ❞ ❝ do you understand how little sense that makes? ❞ ❝ look what i found! ❞ ❝ something’s changed about the beating of your heart. ❞ ❝ no wonder they don’t like you. ❞ ❝ wish i could be there to see your face. ❞ ❝ i’ll earn your favour yet. ❞ ❝ how bad could it be? ❞ ❝ hello there, handsome. ❞ ❝ … this is the cheesiest thing i’ve heard from you. ❞ ❝ what has gotten into you? ❞ ❝ blood and darkness! ❞ ❝ lucky for you, i’ve no pride like many others here. ❞ ❝ it’s over. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ go. away. i won’t repeat myself. ❞ ❝ i knew your heart was true. ❞ ❝ let’s kiss and make up! ❞ ❝ mischief, me? oh please! ❞ ❝ i don’t know how you can stand this kind of thing… ❞ ❝ you tried. that’s what matters. ❞ ❝ a man after my own heart… ❞ ❝ why won’t you give up? ❞ ❝ ever so stubborn, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ life and death, one and the same. ❞ ❝ you’re running from yourself. again. ❞ ❝ what do you want from me? leave me alone. we’ve nothing to discuss anymore. ❞ ❝ i cannot bring myself to stay upset with you forever. ❞ ❝ the truth is i’m a lover, not a fighter. ❞ ❝ i have to see her! ❞ ❝ so how goes wilful disobedience of late? ❞ ❝ you think all these gifts will make things go back to the way they were? ❞ ❝ we’re older now—i’d hope we’re wiser, too. ❞ ❝ i have to go. ❞ ❝ we were having such a good time! ❞ ❝ time is up. ❞ ❝ you’re so reckless. ❞ ❝ thank you for always keeping me on my toes. ❞ ❝ your luck’s run out. ❞ ❝ i don’t know why i bother with you, honestly. ❞ ❝ may i call you my friend? ❞ ❝ i’d like to make a toast, to you! ❞ ❝ no need for special thanks. ❞ ❝ i’ve some memories i’m not quite ready to give up on yet. ❞ ❝ i’ll break your heart. ❞

[humanstray]

🤐 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 : 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴. 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 (+ 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦) 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦.

🕊️ 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞

01. gently brushing the other's hair out of their face to tuck behind their ear. 02. wrapping a blanket around their shoulders from behind. 03. brushing tears off of their cheeks. 04. reaching out hesitantly before resting a hand on their back. 05. placing a cup of tea or coffee in front of them. 06. sitting beside them while they are asleep to watch over them. 07. sharing silence with them. 08. pulling them into a tight hug. 09. writing something quietly and passing them the note. 10. fixing a piece of their clothing carefully.

🔥 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

01. staring at them in silence for a long moment before walking away. 02. slamming a door shut without explanation. 03. packing their things up, slowly and deliberately. 04. breathing sharply through their nose and refusing to meet their eyes. 05. cleaning something obsessively in silence.

🥀 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

01. running their thumb over the others bottom lip slowly. 02. standing just a little too close, enough to feel each others breath. 03. grazing their knuckles along the other's hip or thigh in passing. 04. undoing the top button of their shirt while holding eye contact. 05. leaning in like they're going to kiss and then pausing shyly. 06. sliding a hand under their chin to tilt their head up.

[humanstray]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

[humanstray]

"Look, I'm for killing whoever needs killing, but it's not going to make you feel any better." - Cian

@ofpremonition

And there it was, how little Cian understood the company he was with. Fear had been forsaken when it came to violence and murder. Powerful was what it made him feel ( a kind of powerful that railed against his moral values that whimpered somewhere inside him ).

The realization that among these murders Cian had been by his side investigating were his own victims - killings he doesn't remember but faces that were remembered - they must've come to the same conclusion at the same time.

Cunning boy. Was he afraid?

Will licks his lips before he asks the question, "Are you accusing me of something?" Fear started to bleed out of his bones but he had to shut that down.

[humanstray]

"Look, I'm for killing whoever needs killing, but it's not going to make you feel any better."

"We're just going to casually disclose being comfortable with justifications for murder? The law's pretty clear on that." Murder was murder, once it went over the line of self-defense. Of course Will knew that line well and even stepped across it, but as far as the public knew he was just the man who 'didn't kill all those people'. And in the cases he has killed - they attacked him first.

There's a smile the plays on his lips as he observes the environment, more curious to what is raddling inside the young mans brain. He wasn't held too firmly under Will's darting perception yet; he still wasn't looking at him.

"What is it that you think I'm going to do.. and better yet, how do you know it won't make me feel better?" Speaking from experience or reciting a sane talking point?

@boyinvisible

[humanstray]

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