Asylum Love

Chapter 5

Rest in peace

Random character I killed off with a crochet bee
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Will had been right when he thought crochet class would be eventful. It wad nowhere near the same as last time by any means, but one of the other participants had started an arguement, and will had made a dog. He was allowed to keep it, so he decided he would add it to his room, If he ever managed to escape the room of people now arguing.

He escaped after 20 minutes of arguing, walking down the hall, the dog stuffed in his front pocket.
Eyes casually scanning the name tags, as his arms stayed wrapped around his middle. The odd person would pass by, nurses and other inmates, going to activities or checkups.

Corner after corner he turned, until he ended up standing in front of the new nameplate.
One knock was all it took for the door to open, the good doctor dressed to the nines as usual, the corners of his mouth upturned in what will identified as his smile.
"Ah, Will. How good to see you, I wasn't expecting guests."

"I can go, if your busy."
He offered, staring down the put together man before him.
Will almost felt inferior, with the stark differences between them.
Hannibal looked as I'd he had just stepped off a magazine cover, while Will could feel sweat under his shirt collar and curls, knowing his pocket was still sticky from the pills he had disposed off earlier thst morning.

He dismissed the feeling as Hannibal stepped aside, inviting him in.
"Nonsense, you are always welcome here."

He stepped into the room, ignoring how close he and Hannibal were as the door was closed behind him.
Making distance, the middle of the room a perfect spot to find a seat and eye the room.

Will couldn't help the relieved sigh that tumbled past his lips as he sat, tension leaving his body as he inhaled the scent of old books, ink, and old wood. He could even smell a hint of collogn that must come with being in Hannibals presence, enjoying the blend.

Closing his eyes he listened as Han ibal moved around, setting aside what he had been finishing at his desk, the clack of his shoes letting will know where he was at all times in the large space.
Opening his eyes as he heard the clack stop in front of him, staring across the table at the chair across from him, which Hannibal had now propped himself in.
The way he sat was casual, legs crossed, elbow against the arm, fingers below hid chin as he eyed will right back with those dark eyes of his.

"So, Will. To what do I owe this pleasure?"
Hannibal spoke first, as will wet his lips, fingers messing with the folds of his clothes.

"Ah...I was free, and forgot to check before I came here. I suppose I forgot you are a busy doctor,"
He mused, offering a smile but he knew it was only a nervous flash of one, even though he didn't feel nervous himself.

Hannibal eyes regarded him, landing on the crochet dog.
"You crochet?"

Will nodded, glancing down at the toy, pulling it out of his pocket.
"Not much else to do. Everything that's an activity, I've done one point or another."

"I see. So you enjoy dogs, then?"

Will was thankful that Hannibal hasn't stated the obvious, and pointed out he must have been here awhile then.
"Yes, I have some of my own, back home."

He watched for a reaction, but none came aside from the upturn of Hannibals lips, nodding to himself.
"I see. It's a very good dog, what do you plan on doing with it?"

Will contemplated a moment. He already had a few in his room, and he doubted having more would make the nurses any quieter when they came in. He was allowed to have them, sure, but too many and it would get irritating explaining it.
"I'm not sure. Would you like to have it, Dr.Lecter?"

Now he got the reaction. It was small, but he could tell Hannibal hasn't been expecting a gift. He hasn't came here with that intention either, but if he was to hound the man for company and books, he might as well bring a peace offering.

"I would love to, if your sure you want to give it away."
Hannibal finally said, not moving until will held it out for him in earnest, taking the small toy.
Will watched as he set it on his table alongside his other belongings, and he didn't even notice the smile that worked on his lips, amused by how off it looked in such a professional study.

Turning attention back, noe without a toy to distract them, they continued.
"How are you enjoying your stay here, Doctor?"

"Hannibal, Please. And I must say it has been interesting. What of your week, Will?"

With a contemplative hum, will crossed his own legs too, hands cupping his knee.
"Its been the same as always, Hannibal. A new book as given it an upside."

"Oh? That's good, at least. Books are a world of their own,"
Hannibal agreed, willing to follow Wills small talk. This wasn't a session, so they were nothing more than aquantences enjoying a afternoon together.

"Yes, they are. It's always nice when a new one comes to the library,"
Will agreed, leaning back in his plush chair, much comfier than even his bed. His eyes wandered, making their way to Hannibals desk.
"Do you read often?"

"When I find the time, yes."
Hannibal agreed, eyes following wills gaze to the book he had left on the desk prior.

"Would you like to continue reading?"
Will asked, a wry smile crawling on his lips.

"Reading instead of enjoying your company? That would be improper of me."

"Not if we both read together. Not many enjoy books the way you and I clearly do, it would be nice to have company."
Will eased, with a shrug.
Hannibal caught on, letting out a soft laugh.
"I'm sure. Now, let's get to exploring my bookcases, then?"
Will didn't bother to hide his glee as he stood, Hannibal joining him, and they wade their way to the shelves.

This was paradise, will thought.
Just Him, The books of his dreams, and Hannibal.

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By the intro, you can probably guess I don't have anything poetic to say.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter <3

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