begintoblur:sofancydancy:@begintoblur I’m getting artist!Will vibes like hardcore and Will with tatt
begintoblur:sofancydancy:@begintoblur I’m getting artist!Will vibes like hardcore and Will with tattoos??? @sofancydancy is a menace to me and will never let me rest! @le-wendigogo @funkyracoon @murdersymphony @purplesocrates @amngell @fataldrum @behindthemaddnessHannibal stopped and watched the man work on the street, the dog resting it’s head on the man’s neck as he painted. The bowl before his art work was empty, not a reflection on the quality of the man’s work but of other’s ignorance in the beauty of the blood red setting sun cast over a shadowed figure.Taking a fifty from his wallet, he left it in the bowl and turned to carry on his day. He paused though when only seconds later he felt a hand grab him coat, making him stop. Looking down he saw the painted skin, not only with the materials that the man had been using to paint his artwork, but also the ink and designs of his tattoo, a dark yet colorful depiction of death and life that seemed to climb up the man’s arm before his shirt covered the rest.“Thank you.” Sincerely the artist spoke, pushing a piece of his work into Hannibal’s hand. “No one has ever tipped me that much before.” Turning, Hannibal looked into blue eyes, ones that would not meet his own. Then he watched as something was given to him. “For your generosity.”It was an artwork, a man standing still in a sea of moving people, his back turned to them. An unsual piece but one that struck him. Looking to the name, he could make out Will, but not quite the surname. “It was my pleasure, Will.” Will looked up, meeting this stranger’s eye before he focused on his dog Winston by his feet. “Not many have been as kind as you.” The memory of being kicked out of home surfaced, huddled on the streets with his beloved companion as they battled the harsh winter together. He did not have a job, or a bed to return to. And thus, the pair slept together in cardboard boxes and drew during the day to try and make enough to buy food for the nights so they could stay warm. “It means so much, to us.”“Have you eaten today?” Hannibal enquired, watching Will shake his head and curls bounce, he gave a genuine smile. Becoming more enchanted with this man the longer he spoke to him. “My home is not far from here, please allow me to cook for the both of you.”There was a moment of concern, Will had heard the stories, seen some of the other homeless people disappear without a trace. He was sure there was someone responsible, despite the police claiming that they may have simply moved on. They were the forgotten, the ones society paid no attention to because they were not deemed important. Will knew he should no go home with this man, but as he looked at his fine suit, the expensive watch, he wondered. “My I ask your name, seeing as you know mine?”“How rude.” Hannibal showed his teeth for a second, sensing the apprehension in the younger man. “Hannibal Lecter, I was just returnng home after finishing my shift.” Pulling out of his jacket, he showed his John Hopkin’s ID, the fact he was a doctor instead of speaking about it, trying to gain Will’s trust. Watching the man relax, he knew it had worked, though he could still see some apprehension in those blue eyes. “Oh,” Will stated, seeing the fact Hannibal was a doctor, a surgeomn. He gave a smile before finally nodding. “It’s been a while since I had a home cooked meal, are you sure you don’t mind that I bring Winston?”“You are both more than welcome in my home.” For it would be Will’s final resting place, he could release of the dog after he had Will just where he wanted him, in the basement, feeding the young man up on oysters and sweet wines until he was succulent enough to sink his teeth into.Will smiled, feeling grateful, he excused himself to grab his art supplies and his small bag of belongings and then followed the doctor to his home, unaware of the man’s true intentions.* of course, Hannibal doesn’t eat him, he finds Will quite charming and intelligent and lets him stay in his home ;) -- source link
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