Will Graham, Criminal Profiler and the man that DIDNT kill all those people. “This is my design.”
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🤓 Will Graham 🤓
- Criminal Profiler
- Patient to Dr Lecter
- Former Homicide Detective
- Present Teacher at FBI collage
“I interpret the evidence. That is my design.”
//SS?, MV, LIT, Ships with Chem, #TheManOfLetters tag//
RT or ❤️.
You’ve clearly never been mentally abused.
That shits, loud.
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An invite to Thanksgiving dinner?
He wasn’t much of a Thanksgiving feast guy.
His Thanksgivings, were spent, rugged up with his dogs, eating store brought turkey, and watching some shit movie on tv.
He glances sideways at Hannibal. It would be only nice, to say yes to the~
Who else was on the mans invite list anyway?
“Yes. I’ll be there at six sharp. Should I be bringing any food? Drinks?”
He had stopped being invited places by fellow teachers, as he never went, always made up an excuse. But of course, he knew it was custom to ask if he~
William stands in front of her.
His stance somewhat shrunken, yet he tried so hard to make it look like it wasn’t.
His features gradually darkening, with more and more time with Hannibal.
“Hello. Will Graham.”
He offers his right hand. Intending a handshake.
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Whatever a meme is?
This reads Hannibal too well.
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~I fell so hard to my knees
My eyes said "No this can't be"
Who was that guy, he ain't me
Good Lord, good Lord, good Lordy
You made all those promises
But you broke them like my heart
Saying things like, "Darling I do
Until death do us apart"
Now that times run out on our love
((All long solos are open)) The cold chip in the air, was the only thing that seemed to keep him present now.
He would walk at night, consciously and even when unaware.
His glasses had been fixed up on his face, after they had slid down his nose. His fingers ungloved, ~
surroundings.
Long stretch of road, home definitely thirty minutes west of him, large eerily forest, both sides of him.
Yet, the darkness didn’t seem to bother him.
“It’s ..”
He raising his left arm, his head turning back to look at his watch.
“It’s 7.16 pm. I’m in ~
That’s very nice of a stranger.
But that’s nothing his worried about before.
Look at him, follow the Winchester home.
Shouldn’t they start exchanging names at this point?
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