theteacupshatters said: Hannibal is a centuries old vampire who caught the scent of a young Will Graham in Louisiana one day. He's been waiting in the wings for years until Will matures and now he can barely contain himself. There is the issue of the Graham's being renowned hunters, but Will's already falling for his seductions. He just has to turn him before he realizes. And Will does become so responsive when Hannibal kisses his neck.
His father had told him one afternoon while skinning a red-headed vamp for black market to always ‘aim for their hearts’. One well aimed shot with a silver bullet was enough to end a vampire for eternity. Will had spent his childhood skinning pale bodies with his father, seeing them not as people but instead as profit.
Venom for virility, skin dried and turned to powder for heart disease, hair as protection charms… there was a lot that a person could harvest from a vampire that the shamans and voodoo priests of Louisiana would pay largely for.
At age twenty four Will had an entire lifetime of knowledge ingrained into his head so that killing vampires came as naturally as breathing. Yet he isn’t pulling the trigger. He’s instead intrigued.
"How many of my kind have these hands put to an end?" Hannibal inquires, lifting Will’s thick fingers to his cool lips. The tip of his fang catches the pad of his thumb and Will can already feel the sting of hallucinogenic venom entering the wound. "How many have you skinned and prostituted post-mordem for your own personal gain?"
Will grins wickedly and cocks his handgun higher to jam under the creature’s ribs. “Well, first I’ll ask how long have you been watching me Lecter? To find me in my workshop you must have been watching me closely.”
Hannibal leans in, holding the boys hand as Will holds the gun, with purpose. It’s playful, but each brandish their weapon openly to each other. It’s a rather prickly stalemate that they’ve reached.
"Longer than you would believe." Hannibal’s voice hums with longing that catches Will by surprise. "Long enough to remember Winston and Buster and all the other horrid little animals you kept as a child where your father could not see them; under the porch or in the shed."
"Winston?" Will croaks, his expression momentarily breaking away from their charade to once again be the young boy who had crashed into Hannibal on the street, smelling of sweet youth and cajun cooking. This is the expression of the boy Hannibal had considered carrying into an alley and snapping his neck but instead delighted in watching the boy grow into the man before him; his smell now stronger, muskier, with a heaviness of age that has percolated beautifully with time.
He is finally ripe for harvest and Hannibal intends to reap the rewards of his patience.
"I’ve been watching you with interest for quite some time William. Waiting for the opportunity to allow you to mature and then to turn you." He states it plainly as if he is commenting the weather and Will can’t help but laugh at the honesty.
"Turn me? And you think I’d allow that? I know what you are, I know what your kind does."
Hannibal’s tongue darts out to trace along the small prick at Will’s fingertip, his pupils dilating at the taste. His hold tightens but he does not act. The control astounds Will.
Twelve years is a long time to wait, but the mere taste of Will’s blood proves to Hannibal his patience’s worth. He licks his lip, his eyes tracing the path of Will’s neck. “You will. I’ll see to that.”
(I should be in bed but ONE MORE BEFORE I SLEEP. )
Guess who only drew 10 pages for this zine? THIS GUYYYYY. EYYYY…
So this is my part of the zine that I did with pilot-star. We each did half of the book (I put in some sketches to fill things out), and honestly this is one of the best experiences I’ve ever had. I’m not a comic artist… though I’d like to get better at it. So here’s my stab at a starbucks comic.
These will be on sale at Otakuthon (Montreal) and Anime Revolution (Vancouver, table 49) the weekend of Aug 22! After that, you can find them at Fan Expo in Toronto the next weekend!!! We would really appreciate the support if you came by to grab one!!!
crying because “the man on the bridge…he grabbed my left boob”
Shocking image of Benedict Cumberbatch crossdressing