- IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

[slightlyoffchilt]

"Hello.

You've reached the direct line of Doctor Frederick Chilton. As I am not available at the moment, you might assume I'm quite busy with something pressing. State your name and business, and I will return your call."

Comments

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[The longer Chilton talks, the sourer Will becomes. His chin tilts up, his eyebrow draw together, his nostrils flare, his fingers grip those armrests, his lips twist with the look of a man ready to spit out whatever terrible candy he had the misfortune of finding in his Halloween bags. Chilton is giving him truths and Will can see that, but he also doesn't like any of what Chilton lays out for him. He still looks him in the eye, refuses to back down as he shows how unpleasant he finds this all, even as Chilton shifts. His answer comes delivered without annoyance or hesitation.]

As easily as breathing. [Hannibal likes Will when he's lying anyway...not so much finding out he was a liar, that's where things get sticky.] What did you have in mind? And skip further mentions of April on the menu, if you would. Please.

[His imagination is too vivid to suffer through much more without it becoming real. The sight, the smell, oh yes. Chilton's put quite the dinner spread in Will's mind and he doesn't like it. Doesn't like that it could be reality, but Chilton isn't the one to blame for that and Will can't pretend otherwise.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Without annoyance it might have been verbally, but Chilton noted that body language. The facial expression, the tightening of his fingers. The displeasure, the discomfort. While Chilton wouldn't vastly alter his behavior nor his speech for the sake of easing Will Graham, he did indeed take note. What could affect Will was, admittedly, always a point of interest for the psychiatrist.]

You are imagining it now. Aren't you?

[His careful observation yielded variant theories, but Chilton stuck to the most probable.]

You know his tastes.

[It needed to be said, he would argue. Even if Will already knew what Chilton spoke of.]

But -- yes. I doubt she would be so keen as to feign her death, and the stakes rise if he were to discover the truth. And he would. But if he was under the impression that you and she were... No longer romantically entwined. However false that impression might be, no doubt he would believe you. He would want to.

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[The increase in displeasure on his face, nose wrinkling and frown deepening, should serve as Chilton's answer. Yes, he was already beginning to see it. To see her, sliced and diced, in the midst of dinner preparations. To see a plate Hannibal served him, hearing his voice quietly mention sacrificial lamb. How he didn't need a sacrifice, but it was kind of Will to provide one anyway.]

He would. He doesn't want me to have a life outside of him. [Words delivered without the distaste of it all showing in his body language, Chilton may easily note. This is no longer a confession, for Will. This is just another fact that cannot be denied. Hannibal hadn't even denied it.] What are you proposing here, exactly? That I...chuck off my wedding ring, make some big display about how we'd been headed for divorce not long after our nuptials, play the part of vulnerable and betrayed, run right to him? And where do you come in all of this?

[And Abigail, what about her? Doomed to forever be stuck in the child's room at some seaside cottage Hannibal considers a heaven and Will considers a hell? No thanks. But at least Will is listening, trying to understand. Giving Chilton the microphone, willing to indulge another perspective. Another idea. A more thought out idea, no matter how much it may amp up his nightmares later.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Doesn't want me to have a life outside of him. While Chilton can't help but notice Will's delivery, that came from an observational habit despite the psychiatrist's personal reaction. Pale upset, self-conscious shifting. A sympathetic foothold.]

I do not come into anything of this -- but yes, that would be the general idea. Hannibal likes his theatrics, you would have to make it a titillating performance. Something he could savor. Your... Details [meaning Abigail] are going to still be under scrutiny. Hannibal has already laid claim and collar to some of them.

[But not Chilton, not inedible Chilton. The past couple incarnations of Hannibal Lecter had naturally been magnetized to Will Graham, and Chilton was counting on that behavioral pattern.]

Just something to think about. [He wouldn't say it, he wouldn't say food for thought. Not here, not now.]

Would that be all? Until we have more solidified plans.

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[Recovered from encephalitis as he is, Will Graham sits before Frederick Chilton and stews in that quiet manner of his anyway. No, he doesn't like this at all. He likes even less that an old reality has come back from the recesses of his mind to take hold, saplings ignored and wilting suddenly gaining ground and strength again. Chilton offers his own sort of olive branch and Will gladly takes it, kicking bloody roots off his shoes and gripping for a breath of fresh air, and giving Chilton relief in return. He won't mention that there is no escape. Chilton is a part of Baltimore, just like Hannibal and Will. Whatever Will does, however wonderfully he pulls it off...a time will come where Chilton can no longer hide behind saviors, angelic or demonic.]

That will be all. No point in spending too much time solidifying plans. You've been around longer than I have, you know we don't always align. [Which is Will's way of saying he has spent a shitload of time whether he wanted to or not coming up with different scenarios. Different what ifs, different approaches. Yet, regardless of knowing he may have to change something drastically depending on Hannibal's own recollections, he knows one thing is true: he will have to put himself out on the front line willingly, otherwise it won't work. He has long since accepted this, even in the quiet hours feeling his scar instead of sleeping, wondering if that last night in the kitchen meant getting his interest back would be more dangerous, take more effort on his part...or just the opposite.] See you next week, barring disaster.

[A poor excuse for a joke, but at least Will also avoids mentions of food for thought as he pushes himself to a stand, raising his eyebrows and giving Chilton a quick, short nod. He's perfectly capable of seeing himself out the door, now is the time for Chilton to stop him from meandering on out if he has reason to.]