cinnamaldeide:“I can help you, if you ask me to,” Hannibal declares, firm and unfazed.
cinnamaldeide: “I can help you, if you ask me to,” Hannibal declares, firm and unfazed. His person exhudes confidence. In his current state, Will distrusts his own judgement. His ache for human closeness renders him vulnerable, unreliable, of little usefulness. He scarcely managed to rein in his instinct to snarl at Jack in the afternoon, barely remembers his manners with Hannibal on the phone. Ruts occur with an inconvenient frequency to Will. His empathy disorder amplifies his needs, yet discourages any serious attempt at pursuing a partner, in absence of whom his traitorous body seeks to relieve his crave for intimacy. An extract of my own contribution to @hannigram-a-b-o-library’s Big Bang, which I can’t wait to post I’ve been partnered with the amazing @jadegreenworks, who made this lovely banner and many other interesting collages for the fanfiction I’ll post on June 29th. I hope you’re aching as much as I am to see all the wonderful works waiting for us ;) -- source link