[log] Tonight we light the fires, we call our ships to port [closed]

[sleight_of_fate]

Characters: Watson, Sherlock, and Mina, Hannibal, Will, House, Ecks, Wilson, Jared Rhys
Location: Building 309, then 326 (the high school)
Date: Daytime/Evening 349
Summary: Reunions. Lots of reunions.
Warnings: Hannibal Things, House things, possible drug use, more added as needed

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[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ To be fair, he'd be a pretty ineffective mongoose if he allowed the snakes to keep slithering past. Though it was true, things had changed with Dolarhyde and what had come to pass atop the cliff.

The wording Hannibal offered was not lost to Will, but he understood that for a man with a past and a present like Hannibal, the word our was a seismic shift in attitude. It wasn't fair to place even more expectation beyond that.

At least not unless Hannibal himself came to that conclusion.

For now, Will nodded and reached up to slowly brush his fingertips along the sharp jut of his lover's cheekbone. ]

Survival is all I want out of this, Hannibal. [ Will was a bit broader in terms of wanting to see everyone trapped here surviving and freed. He also wanted the data collective to be freed, whether that meant their destruction or something else.

Guardian Complex. ]

[tablewithoutpity]

[Hannibal brushed his fingertips against his lover's cheek, rough with stubble. He was well aware of his friend's guardian complex, and knew that he would have to interpret his statements through that lens.]

With no dying along the way. Are we in agreement?

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ Will leaned into the familiar touch, briefly closing his eyes and focusing on the caress without the cluttered input of eyes.

Just for a moment though, because when he spoke he opened his eyes so that Hannibal could see the truth and promise in them. ]

This place may have it's own say about life and death. [ He'd heard about some of the things their group was put through and he suspected it would get worse as they got closer to their destination. ]

But I will not be deliberately careless with my life.

[tablewithoutpity]

[Hannibal smiled, seeing and believing the sincerity in Will's eyes.]

That's all I ask.

[He was well aware that death was a constant threat in this place. That Will would not actively pursue his demise was what he wanted, and all he could reasonably expect.

He leaned in and kissed Will softly.]

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ Recognizing that he and Hannibal might end up with slightly different definitions of "careless" Will expected they would still have to discuss events as they came up. But that would be for later. For now he'd had it drilled into his head not to be self-destructive and he meant to respect that. For both Hannibal and House's sake.

Tilting his head, Will didn't try to put more words between them. Instead, he returned Hannibal's kiss, exhaling a soft breath against his lover's mouth. There was a parade of people on the other side of the bathroom door, but that parade had brought Hannibal back, and that was what was important. ]