Café Noir - Hannigram au
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“Rough day?”
Will, a young boy with dark, messy hair looked up at the barista and rubbed his eyes. “Rough night, you mean. Haven’t been able to close my eyes for a second.”
The barista laughed. “In need of some nice, black coffee?” His voice sounded like a soothing melody. He definitely caught Will’s attention.
“Yes, that’d be perfect.”
As the barista walked past Will, he whispered in his ear. “It’s on the house.” Hannibal left Will startled as he walked towards the bar with a smirk and started to make some nice, black coffee.
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The Yellow Light At The End Of The Road
Cold drops of rain woke Will. His gaze looked at the dark, empty roads. Breezes of cold wind stroke his hair as his eyes looked in every direction, in the hopes to see a place he knew. Will didn’t find one. He took off his glasses in defeat and stared into the void. Where was he this time?
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[Unfortunately I don’t have much time these days to make loads of edits, but I will definitely try ;]
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Hannibal Was Far Away
As Will Graham rested on the couch outside, where pleasant breezes would let his hair fly softly. He called Hannibal. Hannibal was far away. Finishing up aesthetically artwork, he told Will. Hannibal talked about delicate pink roses and creamy rose clouds. As Will looked at the pink sky he blushed and chuckled softly.
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