[ That close to his ear, Hannibal arrived just behind his shoulder. There was a flash, where they both stood in the moldy cell block, bars all around them before that bled into the stone walls of BSHCI. It took a little bit of effort, but Will brought them both back to the calm of the river, his lines still dancing in the air.
He didn't respond immediately, but eventually he seemed to realize it would be rude not to say something. ]
Sometimes fishing has nothing to do with catching.
[ His voice was calm, almost peaceful. The soft tone he had occasionally adopted when he spoke to Hannibal after a particularly difficult encounter. ]
train typos /o\
He didn't respond immediately, but eventually he seemed to realize it would be rude not to say something. ]
Sometimes fishing has nothing to do with catching.
[ His voice was calm, almost peaceful. The soft tone he had occasionally adopted when he spoke to Hannibal after a particularly difficult encounter. ]