Event: Consolidation Theory, Part Six

[snowblindmods]

Characters: the marked, the unmarked, and their rescuers
Location: ???
Date: Morning 356
Summary: Time to get out of here.
Warnings: gore, psychological horror, warn for specifics in the subject lines

Part Six OOC Post

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[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ Miller could be very beautiful indeed. The end of this place and the horrors within could be transcendent. Even if it turned out to be all perception, Will would pull the plug and string it up the same as he'd done with Mischa's killer. Were he to gain the opportunity.

He also knows that this is a promise not given lightly.

The darkness of the old cell block is fading rapidly now, Will's breaths starting to come more quickly as he wakes. In another breath, he blinks and when he looks back at his lover, his expression is definitely more alert. ]

Hannibal?

[tablewithoutpity]

[Hannibal smiles as he sees Will emerge from the delusion, relieved that his lover was able to break free. He strokes Will's cheek, his eyes glimmering.]

Hello, Will.

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ Unfortunately he's bringing along some friends. Even as the darkness fades away completely, replaced by the white, spartan rooms, Will's eyes land on Hobbs standing over by a sink, Dolarhyde -wings flared- over by the door and Mischa's killer is hovering, like an over-sized dragon fly up against the ceiling.

Will understands, in so much as he's navigated this shit all his life, that they aren't real, so he locks his eyes back on Hannibal's face, studying his lover's features before he glanced at the door. ]

Do we need to leave?

[tablewithoutpity]

[Hannibal notes the way Will's eyes focus on things that don't appear to be there. He might have thought that some tendrils of the cells still had a hold in Will's mind, but he knows Will too well. His friend has company that he brought into this place with him.

He stands and offers Will his hand.]

As soon as possible.

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ He will focus on Hannibal, letting the older man keep the hallucinations at bay for the moment while they work to get out of here. Reaching up, he takes his friend's hand, leaning a little more than he'd like on Hannibal's strength as he climbs to his feet.

Standing sets off a wave of vertigo, and he's forced to clutch even more tightly on to Hannibal's hand. But it doesn't feel as if they have time to wait, so he nods to indicate he's ready. ]

[tablewithoutpity]

[Not wishing to take the chance of Will losing his footing and perhaps harming himself further, when his friend wavers Hannibal pulls him close and puts an arm around him, holding him steady. He squeezes him gently, intended as comfort, then guides him toward the exit.]