Remember Me || nigellecter

Perhaps they were really a bunch of fucking pawns beneath the fingers of Machiavellian narcissist who mocked god and gloated beneath the shrine of his triumphant glory. The tenacious hold of his flesh and blood, upon his ravaged viscera and scarred flesh left a permanent hole among his heart. He could literally taste the charred sweetness against the burnt edges as he sinks further into the uncomfortably hard mattress. Every strand of muscles and porous edge of skeletons creaked and rattled with the recoil of the accident. His body still not under his full grasp as he could feel the teetering edge between onslaught of surging pain and its absence. Vertiginous, his head churns like a setting ice cream. Like icicle fingers clenching through the veins which continue to ebb and flow, the agonizing chill slowly thickening the surging blood. 

“Ignore people’s false assumptions. I know Hannibal isn’t exactly a man full of morality, but he is a good man beneath all the complexity and enigmatic veil. Befriend him well.” His low, guttural voice pushes through the invisible lump lodged against the base of his throat. If fragmented memories could accumulate and coalesce into a linear string which he could replay over and over again, the words wouldn’t formulate like this. Love and limerence, hate and abhorrence threaded too close without defined borders within the leanest muscle of his insides. Supposedly, it’s much better than apathy and indifference, as then his heart and brain wouldn’t be under so much distress,. Yet, the absence would make him feel even more so non-human. 

The perplexity of complex emotions fail to connect as he plummets into his own perturbed mind. As anticipation trumps experience. The perception of future events is far overblown as the concept of past and future entwines into a tangled mess. At Will’s word, he merely cocks his head sideways, feeling a caressing patch of light tracing around the curve of his neck, just above his pin-up girl tattoo. Did he have hope? None of the tangible reality seemed unreal when his own psyche was hopelessly lose within the labyrinth of his obscured recollections. A moment of lengthening silence before the nurse injects him with another dose of morphine. His intuitive, overthinking sensors immediately shuts down as he is forcefully lulled over to a deep oblivion once again.   

In the morning, Will wondered if he should even bother visiting Nigel. He fed his dogs numbly, trying his best to keep his emotions stable. He knew he was a wreck, and there was no getting around it. Will thought about what Nigel had said about his brother. “Befriend him well.” He wondered what Nigel meant. Will carried about his day in a numb stupor, treading the waters of his daily life with little efficiency.

Will was emotionally exhausted and drained when he sat with Hannibal in his session. He barely spoke, and never brought up Nigel. Hannibal would cock his head and stare at Will with concern, but it only irritated him. Hannibal was the one that put the doubt in his mind about Nigel ever remembering him. Will also knew that Hannibal was simply trying to help him, and sometimes the truth hurt.

Will found himself standing in front of Nigel’s hospital room, though, after the session. He felt more confused and drained than he had in a while. He wanted to leave and just give up, but he also knew he shouldn’t ever give up. He’d finally gotten someone in the world that was there for him, and he couldn’t just give up on him. Will knew, though, that god things don’t last forever. If the world was really trying to tell him to let go, Nigel’s accident was the perfect message to send. Will ended up staring at the door for a bit longer than intended, jumping when a nurse came to it. He had to make the decision to leave or stay before she went in.

Springtime in Wolf Trap

Lucy looked at him “You seem pensive, more so than usual. did Daphne say something that made you a little sad.” she said “She’s more empathetic than most children. I took them to the zoo llast week she was  the only kid i nthe butterfly exibit that under stood she had to be still or the butterflies wouldnlt come to her.” she said  

ooc: i just assume sd you’d lost interest. it never occired to me you forgot the thread.

Will sighed softly. “She’s scared. I don’t want her to be.” Will gently put an arm around Lucy, sighing softly. Will smiled when Lucy told him about the butterfly story. “She’s a smart one.” Will sighed, chuckling. “I never want her, or our son, to experience the fear I used to live in. That’s all.”

Remember Me || nigellecter

A knowing twitch of his lips as Will’s answer points to where the man had been, his hips shift to sit more upward, pressing into the fold of the hospital bed as he adjusts his position. “My brother indeed has a way of making anyone feel like that.” Matter of factly, he knows through his bones. He was the more impulsive and reckless bunch, while Hannibal had been more of a responsible one. Not that they had a set role they played, but he had his own ways of getting by, without being ‘irresponsible.’ If he had been more careful, tweaked his ill-devised plans and had meticulously looked into all the possible outcomes, both pros and cons, wrong turns as it often got bloody and violent. Considering how much illicit means of money had been involved and the risks of his own business, sometimes he valued the assets and financial garnering more than his own body. 

“I remember Hannibal charging by the hour, hopefully you don’t have to pay it out of your own fucking pocket.” A shake of his head. Yes, he was the educated one out of them and always the bookish nerd, he always used to make bantering remarks and admitted that he had a thing or two going for him. His interests vast, while he had been known as the most feared delinquent of all. In his own neighborhood and one or two next to it, he came like a wrecking ball and beat all the other bullies and hoodlums down, getting away with his craft and doing all he could in his power. No wonder he had been following the path of becoming the drug lord that he had been known since early forties.

It was frustrating, as it was fine recalling the earlier memories, but the most recent ones had been the empty void of a chunk. Like a drawing perfectly rendered, but a fat swipe of eraser had left a mark on the skin, leaving a telltale mark where it was a disconnect to the whole page. Even going over with a pencil to fill in the empty spot would leave a trace of the mark and would never be mended flawlessly. All he knows is the man’s name and what he had been doing while he had been slumbering. Visiting his brother and attending a session. Feeling a surge of acute pain shooting up from his broken bones, his facade scowls a bit before pressing the button for a nurse to come in. “I’m fucking sorry, but I have to call in a nurse to possibly change the bandages, you’re welcome to stay, but you look kind of drifting in your own thoughts. I wish I could remember who you are, but I fucking can’t.”  

Will watched Nigel with a smile. He nodded. Hannibal had a way of getting inside of your head and playing with you, making you doubt everything you knew and thought you knew. Will knew his tricks well, since he’d experienced them. Will watched Nigel when he spoke again.

“He gave me a special exception.” Will sighed, “I used to use him primarily to help me with cases. Then he played with my head.” Will was still bitter about it. But, of course, he had no proof of that. It was speculation, at this point. Will was frustrated about that--he knew what Hannibal did to him. He just had to prove it. Which, currently, was the last thing on his mind.

Will’s throat closed up. He knew spending time here was a waste. Will felt better retreating into his own mind, rather than focusing on Nigel. It was easier for him to think of everything else. Will wanted to apologize one more time, but he figured Nigel would get pissed at him. “I was holding onto hope.” Will spoke nervously, “that if I stayed here with you...either way, you don’t remember me. I’ll...see you later.” Will didn’t want to promise he’d be back tomorrow. Maybe he did need to be away from Nigel for a while. Maybe, he did need to heal on his own. Maybe it would be best to leave him altogether. It was the worst form of a breakup he could imagine. Will nodded to the nurse when she stepped in and put his jacket on. He left Nigel’s room, wiping fresh tears. He cursed himself for crying as he got back to his car.

Teaching Me Love AU:

Muse A is a high school student in their senior year. They have a major best friend that they tell everything to, but even with the awesome best friend, they feel that senior year is going to be pretty dull. On the first day of school, Muse A meets Muse B, their hot English teacher. Muse A is instantly attracted figuring that just staring at their new teacher might make their final year more interesting. As the year progresses, Muse B starts to fall for Muse A liking their potential and maturity. Muse B stays late after school helping Muse A with a project when suddenly, Muse A kisses Muse B. At first, Muse B refuses to acknowledge their feelings knowing it would be wrong since their Muse A’s teacher. But soon they give in and start a secret relationship with Muse B.

Plot Twist 1: Muse A’s friend finds out and blabs to the principal about Muse A and Muse B’s relationship.

Plot Twist 2: Muse A and Muse B are the same gender and become a same sex couple.

Plot Twist 3: Muse A or Muse B (depending on who is the female) becomes pregnant with the other muse’s child.