[ There's something satisfying in watching Hannibal react to him with something as normal, as base, as just being shy. It fills Will with his own sort of giddiness, makes him want to touch again and instead he just smiles and settles himself with idly petting Winston. Winston shifts, rolls onto his back to settle in the space between Will's hip and the back of the couch. It's nice, cozy even.
He listens to Hannibal's explanation and of course, of course he thinks of the comparison to the two of them. He thinks of the Hannibal's kitchen, of feeling himself drown in Abigail's blood, he has to look away for a moment and his smile falters. He lets out a slow breath before focusing back on Hannibal, gaze lingering on the dish of heart. ]
He didn't need to be pushed anywhere, you know. It's only been three weeks, I'm pretty sure he wasn't prepared for his world to shatter. It'll be interesting, sure, but it was also entirely unnecessary.
[ He's not sure if he's chastising or ruminating though, just speaking of the loss as a whole. In a way, for Will, it's like Percy's also died. He wasn't prepared to lose the boy so quickly, hadn't even made up his mind about how he felt towards him. Will sighs and it's a little melancholy but he'll move on. He always does.
Mindlessly, he finds himself petting Winston, who wakes and seems to sense Will's sudden dip in mood. The dog shuffles upwards, licking at his jaw before lying across his chest, tucking his snout away against Will's armpit. Will doesn't bother to push him off, instead scratching him with both hands and pressing a quick kiss to the top of Winston's head.
But now for the other part, Xion. Xion, who isn't quite fond of Will and Will probably shouldn't have waved when her and Sara came through earlier. He was just stuck there, eating his fill and couldn't help the impulsive gesture. It didn't earn him any good will though, and if she knew what was on his plate, probably even less than that. ]
So, a rebirth for Xion instead? To parallel Percy's death. It's rather poetic, isn't it? [ . . . ] You couldn't have expected that.
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Date: 2017-02-04 06:25 am (UTC)He listens to Hannibal's explanation and of course, of course he thinks of the comparison to the two of them. He thinks of the Hannibal's kitchen, of feeling himself drown in Abigail's blood, he has to look away for a moment and his smile falters. He lets out a slow breath before focusing back on Hannibal, gaze lingering on the dish of heart. ]
He didn't need to be pushed anywhere, you know. It's only been three weeks, I'm pretty sure he wasn't prepared for his world to shatter. It'll be interesting, sure, but it was also entirely unnecessary.
[ He's not sure if he's chastising or ruminating though, just speaking of the loss as a whole. In a way, for Will, it's like Percy's also died. He wasn't prepared to lose the boy so quickly, hadn't even made up his mind about how he felt towards him. Will sighs and it's a little melancholy but he'll move on. He always does.
Mindlessly, he finds himself petting Winston, who wakes and seems to sense Will's sudden dip in mood. The dog shuffles upwards, licking at his jaw before lying across his chest, tucking his snout away against Will's armpit. Will doesn't bother to push him off, instead scratching him with both hands and pressing a quick kiss to the top of Winston's head.
But now for the other part, Xion. Xion, who isn't quite fond of Will and Will probably shouldn't have waved when her and Sara came through earlier. He was just stuck there, eating his fill and couldn't help the impulsive gesture. It didn't earn him any good will though, and if she knew what was on his plate, probably even less than that. ]
So, a rebirth for Xion instead? To parallel Percy's death. It's rather poetic, isn't it? [ . . . ] You couldn't have expected that.