[log] Fresh Poison Each Week [closed]

[rubikscomplex]

Characters: House, Wilson, Hannibal, Will, Ecks
Location: Building 317
Date: Morning 356
Summary: Post-event recovery
Warnings: Hannibal-related warnings, plus event-related: fingernail horror, toothloss, cannibalism, vomiting, forced feeding, PTSD, mental instability, hallucinations, are possible to come up.

[Judging from the outside, this was definitely a house, but going inside, it seems to have been converted into something like an infirmary. There are a lot of metal tables neatly arranged in the living room and kitchen, and the bedroom has a mattress lightly-stained with blood: it seems like someone at least tried to clean the thing up as best they could, and even flipped it over so the cleaner side is on top. The toilet and shower still work: the shower even has hot water. Makeshift shelves have been attached to one of the walls.]

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[rubikscomplex]

[House just breathes for a moment when he finishes the song. Music had always been one of his safe places, an escape. The damn "Lavender's Blue" song that had played off and on in his head at one point, interspersed with static and "long live the Prophet," had tarnished that. But the feeling wasn't gone. It had kept him and Strange sane, at least, when they'd been in the tower. He'd fought back against Kid the Cultist with music until he couldn't. And music is one of his first connections to Will from that fateful encounter.]

One song. I'll find more of my Beatles stuff in Strange's playlist.

[Time to go back to the real world to a degree. He doesn't want Will's more pleasant reality collapsing. But they need to pull apart, reestablish the order that says neither Gregory House, nor Will Graham, particularly like people touching them. That is true. House can't stand most people putting their hands on him. Will, though? He's okay.

He starts to untangle himself from the embrace, sitting back and offering the other man a smirk.]

Also, this is super gay. No homo.

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ Will remembered the conversation they'd had about music and the role it played in both House's life and his psyche. He wanted to think that his friend got something out of singing, at least as much as it had helped sooth and center the ex-profiler.

When the song wound down, and House mentioned finding more on his play list, Will slowly began to gather himself and work to accept that it was time to unwind from the brief cocoon they had woven around themselves. As the doctor began to disentangle himself, there was a brief clench of Will's hands into House's coat, before he released the older man and helped draw apart.

He laughed, softly, in response to the smirk and shook his head. ]

Tsk. [ He scolded, though it was obvious he was playing. ] Keep yourself open to the moment, dude.

[ The words left his mouth, that odd mimicry he sometimes did, but as the last word rolled off his tongue, Will looked a bit apologetic. ]

Right. For future reference I don't believe I should ever utter the word 'dude' again.

[rubikscomplex]

[House's brows rise at the 'dude,' but then his smirk widens to one of his rare, genuine smiles.]

Nah, you're definitely more a 'bro' kinda guy.

[The doctor stands and steps aside, offering a hand down to Will to pull the other man up. He offers his friend a wink.]

It's the shaggy hair thing.

[Nothing's really been fixed about the situation with Hannibal, but at least House can say he's not alone in the knowledge of what's going on. That's... something.]

cw: mention of suicide

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ Unfortunately, for both of them, when it came to fixing things with Hannibal, it usually involved the nuclear options.

Such as a duet dive off a cliff or Will leaving and taking Hannibal with him. The first had ended up reversed when they ended up here in Norfinbury and the second ...

He wanted to stay.

The smile earned House one of Will's quick, warmly amused looks, before he took House's hand and got up to his feet. At the crack about his hair, Will reached up to ruffle his fingers through his hair, prepared to argue the point, only to feel it's length. ]

Suppose it might be time to put a knife to good use. [ He acknowledged, almost crossing his eyes to peer at the overhang of his own bangs. Such a simple, mundane thing in the wake of conflict and comfort, but it was right. It was how they did things, and it worked. ]

[rubikscomplex]

Why don't we go with my scissors and have the bf do up your coif like he wants it? I like the MacGyver-ing with the knife idea, but I think we can do a little better than that.

[He turns to open the bathroom door again, but pauses. House doesn't look around, but his voice goes softer.]

Thank you. For listening.

[To what he said? To his panic? To the music? All of the above. The doctor doesn't wait for the ex-profiler to respond. He twists the handle and heads out. Time to find his tablet and put on some tunes.]