Will has a hidden artistic side that Hannibl accidentally/ on purpose stumbles upon, in his personal challenge to know the empath better. It would be cool if Will's art ties into his deep southern heritage
Hannibal stood at Will’s bookshelf, eyes scanning spines worn and new. Crowded together on the edge sat carved wooden fish. Basswood trout and catfish carved from pine.
Hannibal took one in his hand, turning it in the light. A signature was notched into the tail: WG. “This is your work,” he asked, turning to Will.
“My dad taught me. Haven’t really done it in a while though.”
“They’re very good.” Hannibal smiled and picked up another fish, a balsa carp that appeared quite old. “Would you consider picking it up again and making one for a friend?”
“You want me to whittle you a fish? Doesn’t really seem like it would go with your decor.”
“To own something made from your own hand would be an honor, regardless of the subject conveyed.”
Will avoided Hannibal’s eyes and took the fish from his hand. “This is one of the first ones I ever made that came out looking alright.”
“I prefer it to all the rest. The lines created by unsure hands coming into their own could never be replicated.”
Will pressed the fish back into Hannibal’s hand, smiling softly. “You can have it if you want.”
Hannibal held it close to his chest, deeply touched. He slipped the wooden carp into his pocket. “I will cherish it always.”