Hannibal, looking at Will,
watching Will lie to his face,
knowing that he’s not going to run off with Will and live happily ever after in Paris or Milan or whatever other European city they romanticize in pictures.
Knowing that he’s not going to do a damn thing but wait because God damnit, God damnit, he loves that man.
nobody touch me.
don’t get close, I’ll bite.
So if you post Hannibal/Hannigram
Reblog! And I’ll follow you