So, since I’m still a newer Fannibal and all I’m sure this has probably been pointed out.
But I noticed in this scene for the last split second Wills mouth twitches in an almost smile. To me, regardless of what’s going on it seems to me that Will is ‘happy’ to have Hannibal’s hand on him, caressing his as such. Genuinely enjoys Hannibal touching him. Almost seems lost in it. Like he enjoys being petted.
*shrugs* I just happened to noticed it and couldn’t help reading into it.
😢
Will is probably touch-starved af, he never tries to escape Hanni’s touch ;_;
YES and YES.
@hanni-bunny-lecter @he-s-dead-jim ❤️❤️❤️ this is canon right? 🤣🤣
I would sail 500 miles and I would sail 500 more and I would sail 500 more and I would sail 500 more and I would sail 500 more and I would sail 500 more and I would sail 500 more and I would sail 500 more
Just to be the man who sailed 4000 miles to find heart on the floor
“Let’s just skip the formalities and get on with it. I know how this works.”
“You understand this is just an informal interview, Dr. Lecter?”
“Of course. I’m happy to provide whatever information or assistance I can offer.”
“I’m going to be asking you about the events of January 8th. You were with Dr. Lecter that night.”
“I was at his house, yes.”
“On the evening of January 8th, you were with Will Graham. Is that correct?”
“Will came to my home at my invitation. He’d visited for dinner on a few prior occasions as well. He was always highly complimentary in regard to my cooking and I’ve found him to be a most pleasant dinner companion.”
“What was the reason for your visit?”
“He likes feeding me.”
“So, this was a regular thing – the two of you having dinner?”
“Regular is a matter of subjective opinion, of course. It was not an infrequent occurrence. As I said, I enjoy Will’s company. I enjoy providing a fine meal. Something I expect he rarely takes time for outside of our shared repasts.”
“You’ve had dinner there before?”
“Yeah.”
“What time did he arrive?”
“I believe it was close to nine. Yes. I recall that I had just taken the roast out of the oven to rest. I was moving on to prepare a vinaigrette for the salad when I heard him at the door.”
“What time did you get there?”
“Around nine.”
“Did you notice anything unusual about him?”
“I dare say Will is an unusual fellow. Part of his charm. As to that particular night, he arrived as he often does. With an air of brusqueness and a sprinkling of dog hair.”
“Anything seem different about him?”
“Have you met Hannibal Lecter?”
“So, then you had dinner?”
“Not immediately. Will joined me in the kitchen to share a glass of Barolo while I put the finishing touches on dinner. I know that he prefers whiskey but I find a pre-meal glass of wine is much more suitable for preparing the palate. He’s kind enough to indulge me.”
“Did you sit down for dinner then?”
“No. He’s always got to make a little show of having a glass of wine first.”
“What did you talk about?”
“If I recall, I was telling Will about the winery where I purchased the Barolo. Rolling hills. The soil so dense it’s nearly black. A long growing season gives the wine an almost licorice taste, with the faintest touch of hibiscus. Have you been to the Piedmont region?”
“What did you talk about?”
“Wine. Italy. Something.”
“And then you had dinner?”
“Yes. Will accompanied me to the dining room where I served the salad course. He’s not very fond of vegetables, but I’ve learned that if I add a touch of honey to the dressing he will acquiesce to taking a few bites.”
“Then did you have dinner?”
“Yeah. We sat down for dinner.”
“Any conversation?”
“Good conversation is essential to a good meal. Among the reasons I prefer to dine with company.”
“Did you talk?”
“He talked.”
“What did you talk about?”
“Art, life, literature. We spoke at length about the battle-forged friendship of Achilles and Patrocles. A fond subject for both of us.”
“What did he talk about?”
“History. Some Greeks.”
“And then?”
“After the salad plates were cleared, I served a roast saddle of venison. It’s one of Will’s favorites and I enjoy making it for him whenever possible.”
“Did he talk about anything else?”
“Probably. I was eating. I wasn’t paying attention.”
“After dinner?”
“After dinner we retired to the living room for a snifter of brandy. The room was rather cold so Will started a fire. One of the small graces of winter, the smell of a fireplace.”
“What did you do after dinner?”
“We had another drink in the living room.”
“And you did that until what time?”
“Time is a bit fluid when you’re in good company. I would imagine it was about an hour later when we finished our drinks. One can’t rush brandy. It must yield itself.”
“How long did that take?”
“I don’t know. An hour?”
“What time would that have been?”
“Closing in on midnight would be my best estimate.”
“That would put it around …”
“Midnight maybe?”
“So, Will left at midnight?”
“No. He stayed a few more hours.”
“You left then?”
“Not right then.”
“I have to ask, Dr. Lecter. What did you do during those hours?”
And that is what he used since Season 2 and through Season 3 to manipulate him.
If Will didn’t think Hannibal was “capable of love” and that’s the “explanation” about why he didn’t know Hannibal was in love with him for all that time, why would he suddenly believe it just because Bedelia said it?
If Will didn’t “realize” Hannibal was in love with him until Bedelia said he was Hannibal’s wife, why didn’t he realize it when she said it the first time?
For that matter why didn’t he “realize” it when Freddie said they were “murder husbands”. He hated her and didn’t trust her as much as he despised Bedelia. If Will thought Hannibal was “incapable of love” why did he think that Hobbs was and base his entire profile around it? “He loves these girls.”
If Will thought Hannibal was “incapable of love” why did he say that Hannibal cared about Abigail as much as he did after he thought he’d killed her? “You cared about her as much as I did.”
If Will was totally clueless and had to be told by Bedelia that Hannibal was in love with him, that would mean that Bedelia knows Hannibal better than Will does.
Since Will is an “empath” who can “empathize with anybody” and he states that he is conjoined with Hannibal and only knows himself when he’s with him, how does it make any sense that this would be the case?
Will seduces Hannibal in S2 based off of this strategy. To be “aware” of each other because they love each other.
“No one can be fully aware of another human being unless we love them.”
And to “foster codependence” with him.
If Will didn’t think Hannibal was “capable of love” why did he tell himself that Hannibal had purposefully left him alive and then ran away because he was broken hearted?
If that all changed sometime in Dolce because Hannibal “tried to kill him” again, then why did he “break up” with Hannibal after that to get him to turn himself in?
Why would he think that would work? It didn’t work in Mizumono when he had betrayed him. But this time, he didn’t just betray Hannibal. He broke up with him. Their whole relationship was based on knowing each other, on “intimacy”, “awareness”. Hannibal said it straight out: “An imago is an image of a loved one buried in the unconscious, carried with us all our lives. The concept of an ideal. I have a concept of you, just as you have a concept of me.” The only way it makes sense is that the Digestivo scene was worse for Hannibal than what happened in Mizumono and Will knew it would be.
The idea that Will didn’t think Hannibal “capable of love” doesn’t make sense on any level in my opinion. It trivializes and basically retcons everything that Will and Hannibal had gone through together previously. And to accept that Will was even being honest with Bedelia about his “surprise” at her “confirmation” is naive. They are in competition over Hannibal and Will makes that clear from the get go. Bedelia plays along too. They needle at each other over their relationship with Hannibal. Will sneers that Bedelia “crawled so far up his ass” and Bedelia accuses Will of lying to his wife about his relationship with Hannibal. To think that Will is doing anything other than making her admit that Hannibal is in love with him, not her, is to severely underestimate Will as a character and as a master manipulator. He hates Bedelia and he never hides that. “If Hannibal does end up eating you, you’d have it coming.” Why would he rely on her to confirm such important information? The way that their conversations end is the key to reading all of their exchanges.
The only reason Will goes to talk to Bedelia is to find out what her relationship is with Hannibal currently, how much she knows about him and Hannibal and when he finds out there’s nothing going on between them, he gloats that he’ll come back with Hannibal. He didn’t go to her for perspective or therapy or because he trusted her or needed her. And she wasn’t involved in the case. He did it because Hannibal ran away with her and not him and he was still pissed about it 3 years later. Season 2 ends with Hannibal running away with Bedelia and Season 3 ends with Will’s answer to that.
In the 209 dream sequence with the Ravenstag Will *gives* his dream-Hannibal the line about love, in fact in the original script Hannibal even says the words:
I’m so SO sorry this took so long. I’m catching up on prompts now.
I have a confession – I think Hannibal would probably be a light sleeper, so I sort of reimagined your prompt. I hope that’s ok? I promise, I get Hannibal naked, sprawled face-down on the bed, though, ok? Hope you like it!
Cannibals Are Best at
Room Temperature
After nearly three years of killing and fucking
their way around the southern hemisphere,
three truths had become apparent to Will Graham: morality was a silly social
construct, he liked dick a hell of a lot more than he ever thought he did, and
Hannibal Lecter was a goddamn idiot.
They had settled in Colombia, close
enough to the Medellín cartels to pick off anyone they chose, but far enough
away from the reach of the FBI to raise any red flags. Their apartment was tiny
and sweltering, a window that looked over the bustling street below offered an
occasional breeze that did little to dull the intensity of the heat. Hannibal
insisted it was fine, Colombia was only a six-month excursion while they waited
for their home in Chile to be completed.
Will had
adapted quickly. Sandals, t-shirts, and cargo shorts making the wet heat of the
summer bearable. Hannibal, however, remained resolute in his commitment to being
the most fashionable man who ever died of heat stroke. Each day, he’d don a linen suit, complete with waistcoat, dress shirt, and tie.
Each day, Will watched the man he loved seemingly melt before his eyes.
Today, as
they continued their recon on a supplier who Hannibal was going to transform
into a cassoulet, Hannibal continued to wilt. They sat at a little café across
the street from a stash house, Will with a beer, Hannibal with a miserable
expression and sheets of water pouring off him. People were pausing to look at
the sweaty man and his companion. Will bristled at the attention.
“You’re
fucking dripping.” Will ran a finger over Hannibal’s slick brow. “Would you
just change?”
Hannibal
glared, but his furrowed brows just caused a small river of sweat to flow down
his nose.
“I am
perfectly fine.” Hannibal tugged at his tie, his collar soaked through. “I’m
simply not accustomed to the humidity.”
Will raised
an eyebrow. “Poor Mason, he tried so hard to rattle you. If only he’d known
that a sauna was all he needed.”
"Technically, you killed him." 