I'm obsessed with the way you have Will and Hannibal interact. There is always this playful push-pull between them, whether it's fluff or angst or smut. And I love that about them. Even at it's darkest there is still that edge of everything being a game. And either of them could win at any moment, and as a reader I never know who is going to end up with the upper hand. (Even more so when Will apparently 'wins' but you just know that Hannibal is secretly pleased with the outcome.) <3 You're Fab!
꒰⌯͒•̩̩̩́ ᴗ •̩̩̩̀⌯͒꒱!!! Thank you!
It took me a really, really long time to be able to write any dialogue whatsoever and then an extra really long time to write Hannibal and Will talking even just a little (they use a lot of metaphors and I have yet to capture any of that) so I’m super happy you like that aspect of my writing!
Please enjoy some s2 Will and Hannibal playing poker together.
The motel room was musty from the combination of the windows being caulked shut, the old heater which emitted a burnt scent trying to keep up with winter, and two grown men occupying a tight space.
It had been Hannibal’s suggestion to accompany Will to Colorado, to inspect a fresh murder scene and possibly apprehend the serial killer, despite how high a risk it was for him to spend any time at all with Will. But he had made the offer and had been surprised when Will had accepted it.
The thought of spending three days with Will to himself was too great a temptation and any suspicions he had he packed at the very bottom of his suitcase.
They sat at the small table, Will on one side and Hannibal on the other. Will had stripped himself of the armor he wore when surrounded by FBI agents and Jack Crawford. He sat in only his under shirt and boxers, legs kicked up on the extra chair.
He was the picture of a man relaxed and comfortable with his company and a pleasing sight for Hannibal to witness, knowing he was one of very few who would ever see him like this.
Will pulled out a worn deck of cards from his messenger bag. He shuffled them and skillfully dealt the cards.
“Will we be making a monetary wager?” Hannibal said lightly, scanning over his cards and placing them face down.
“Too boring. Plus, I didn’t bring that much cash with me.” Will thought for a moment. Hannibal spent that time admiring how the lighting, though dull from the two small brass lamps in the room, illuminated and curved around Will’s features, highlighting the curls around his ears in a very attractive manner.
“How about,” Will looked at him from under his lashes, “whoever wins has to answer a question truthfully.”
“Are you insinuating I lie to you?”
“Maybe I’m the one lying to you and I want to come clean. Why, do you have a guilty conscious?” Will said with forced levity though the smile behind it was slight and real.
Hannibal was captivated.