snowblindrpg | Event: Consolidation Theory, Part Four and Five

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Event: Consolidation Theory, Part Four and Five

Characters: red-marked characters and their new friends
Location: ???
Date: Morning 354, Morning and Day 355
Summary: A quiet morning and a confusing morning, or maybe they're both, or maybe they're neither.
Warnings: gore, psychological horror, warn for specifics in the subject lines

Part Four OOC Post
Part Five OOC Post

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[ As was so often the case, there was a preternatural calm to Will in this moment of extreme danger. He might not be able to withstand pain, the way Hannibal could but he did have the ability to stare down Death with a genuine steadiness.

As his lover's hand closed around his throat, Will only arched an eyebrow. ]

I can't stop you. [ He said in a soft, steady voice and he slowly raised his heavily bandaged hands. ] You have the advantage, like you did in Italy after Chiyoh shot me.

[ The most recent event in their lives when Hannibal had been in a position to destroy Will. ]

Will you play God? Like Miller does?

[Hannibal arched his own eyebrow, an echo of his friend.]

You could leave.

[He wouldn't stop him from leaving the chapel. Couldn't stop him from leaving the cell, considering Hannibal's current condition. Would he still be destroyed as Lisbon shook to pieces then was swallowed whole by the ocean? When a feral Hannibal tore through everything and everyone? Probably. But he would have a chance. And it would be far from personal.

If Hannibal were to trust, to follow Will, would Will trust and follow in return?]

And go where? [ Will said softly. ] I can no more leave this cell block than you can, and you can go to all the places I can.

[ He looked at him calmly. He would stand here with Hannibal, he wouldn't leave his friend a victim of his own feral rage. ]

I don't kill innocents, Hannibal. You know that. My target is the man who is hurting; all of us. [ He spoke softly and clearly. ] If you truly mean to tear through every victim of Miller's, while ultimately allowing him to get away with his ... rudeness, then you are best served to start with me.

[Hannibal blinked.

And was there, in the cell, with Will. Called back from doomed medieval Lisbon, from senseless death and destruction. Drawn forth by reason and meaning and purpose, the ability to see a way forward, to begin to plan anew, move by move.

He released Will's throat and instead wrapped his arms around him, drawing him close and holding him tightly.]

[ Through it all, until the moment Hannibal came back to him, Will remained calm. If his lover destroyed him, then it would be a fitting conclusion to their story. At least Hannibal would be quick about it, not this drawn out torture being performed upon them all.

But then, between one breath and the next, Will saw Hannibal return, flooding dark eyes and shifting out some of the maroon. When his lover reached for him, Will was already moving into his arms, wrapping his arm around him but carefully holding his bandaged hands away.

Burying his face against the older man's shoulder, Will simply breathed out the one word. ]

Hannibal.

Will.

[Hannibal cradled his lover's head against his shoulder and leaned his cheek against the younger man's hair, closing his eyes, allowing himself to sink into Will's warmth. It was impossible to ignore the scent that clung to his friend, even with his nose still reeling from being stuffed with mold and then leaking fluid from his forceful vomiting. He could smell blood, injury, the sharp tang of recent extreme pain. He remembered the way Will's hands were bandaged.]

What did they do to you?

[ The feel of Hannibal's hand against the back of his head was the signal Will needed, both consciously and subconsciously, to set down the front he had been holding up as he tried to help those around them. He still held on tight to Hannibal, offering his own strength to his lover even as he sank into the comfort his the older man's embrace.

The question earned Hannibal a small shake of the head against his shoulder, his words muffled against the side of the doctor's throat. ]

They didn't do anything to me. This is all on Miller.

[ He would keep reiterating that point, both to Hannibal but also to those who wore the red lines and the marks of the same sort of trauma in all of this. It was Miller, Miller was the target.

Also ... Will wasn't ready to consider his own injuries too closely. His mind working overtime to disassociate from the personal trauma. ]

What ... what do you remember happening to you? [ He couldn't run his hands over Hannibal's body, to check for injury and Will knew very well how well the older man could hide away his injuries. ]

[Whether or not they did so entirely of their own free will, the actions were still carried out by those who were marked. Still, Hannibal was not going to argue with his friend. It was clear Will did not wish to bring his trauma to mind, and Hannibal would not fault him for that. Will's question drew a sigh from his lips, and he stroked Will's hair as he considered how to answer.]

They seem to have been in a frenzy. They tore at each other as much as at me.

Fits with what I experienced. [ Will shared, still with his face against Hannibal's throat. ]

In many ways, they were more violent towards each other than they were to me. Some of what they did was horrific, but was done almost ... [ he paused and considered how to explain it. ]

When they were stuffing the blood and soap soaked tissue down my throat, it was almost like they were trying to feed me.

For me, it was mold. But the intent seemed to be the same.

[His voice was quiet and calm, but Will could well imagine how having rancid mold shoved into Hannibal's mouth (and nose, and eyes) would have affected the older man, considering his heightened senses.]

[ Yes, he could indeed. Not just those heightened senses being abuse, but flashes back to the past; the rooms in his memory palace that were on lock down. The places he couldn't go.

Leaning back slightly, Will reached up and gently cradled Hannibal's face between his bandaged hands. ]

Whatever is happening in this place, it needs to end. It needs to end and we will end it, Hannibal. I promise you that.

[ Will was no longer disposed to retain any mercy for Miller. ]

[His freedom, his senses, his mind violated, all these things that were so important to Hannibal. Add to that the torture they had put Will through? He was never one for mercy, but in this case he would be inclined toward slow cruelty.

He leaned forward, resting his forehead on Will's, closing his eyes.]

Yes. Yes we shall.

[ For a moment we'll just stood there and soaked in the feel of Hannibal's forehead against his own. It it was a comfort that he realized he had been searching for and he wasn't inclined to give it up quickly.

With his forehead still against Hannibal's, and his hands still cradling his lover's face Will took a deep breath and inquired softly. ]

Have you seen anyone else here?

I've been checking on some of the cells. Those of us without red lines appear to be able to move freely within the cell block, but those with red lines are still held in their cells by some sort of unseen barrier.

[Will's presence and closeness was a balm to Hannibal's soul as well, and he was inclined to maintain it a little longer. So when Will asked his question he remained still as he answered.]

I must admit I have not been out of this cell.

[He had not been in any condition to explore when Will found him.]

[ It was probably for the best that Hannibal hadn't walked out and encountered anyone while the church was at risk of crumbling. Moving to rest his hands against Hannibal's shoulders, Will took a deep breath and gathered himself. ]

Watson could use your help. [ He said quietly. ] I did what I could for him, I even talked briefly to Sherlock, but I think he needs more support that what I could offer.

[ And while Sherlock was ... Sherlock, he was ... Sherlock ]

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