How could it have been.
Hannibal and Will ponder what could have been.
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POR QUE SORRIMOS? POR QUE DAMOS RISADA?Por que nos sentimos sós? Por que somos tristes e confusos? Por que lemospoesia? Por que choramos ao...
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Since the beginning of the pandemic, Hannibal has been invited for interviews and given emotional support to people on the internet. Including doing lives on his personal page.
It was not Hannibal Lecter's custom to watch prime-time television. However, Will Graham was addicted to cooking shows lately. But the attitudes of the chef, and presenter of the program, were not well regarded by the doctor.
Hannibal Lecter didn't need to say what he felt, for he showed it with his crimes. Does not make sense? Not. But killing was the only beautiful way he could have Will's attention to himself. For his artwork. For his love for him.
Will's scent is unique. It smells of madness and instability, it smells of fear, it smells of surrender and pleasure. Will Graham smells like Hannibal Lecter.
Alana looked between Will and Hannibal: Freddie isn't the only one with no boundaries. Your relationship seems to have none. Patient and therapist. Friend and enemy. I wonder what else besides that.
