No, but the thing is, when I was reading Harrow the Ninth, I thought it was gonna be an Orpheus situation. I thought Harrow had fucked herself up as a means to an end, that she had a plan to bring Gideon back, that the lobotomizing and everything else was her way of getting into hell to get Gideon out.
It really made me feel some type of way when it finally dawned me that she never thought that far. I mean, you'd think it makes sense that, if GOD tells you something can't be done, you accept it can't be done, BUT IT'S HARROW WE ARE TALKING ABOUT. It is INSANE to me that she just accepted she couldn't undo Gideon's death.
The trauma of living in a death cult really got to this girl. She was so awash in it she couldn't even conceive of living a life with Gideon; a more acceptable death is as far as she could go. Absolutely insane. Harrow is not Orpheus because Harrow never tried climbing back up, she couldn't look back because she never got that far, she went into hell to sit there with Gideon forever, and it just didn't occur to climb back up the stairs.
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If I saw this man, I'd just leave my whole entire life behind and walk away defeated.
He is sexier than Top.
He is smarter than Mew.
He is greedier than Boston.
He is more aware than Nick.
He is more possessive than Ray.
And Sand is still upset over losing him. WHICH MAKES SENSE!
You know when the Power Rangers all came together to make that one big Ranger? BOEING IS THE BIG RANGER!
He is BETTER than all of them combined.
Not even Chuem's constant belittling would affect this man. If Cheum even looked in his direction, he'd probably steal April from her.
He wears yellow. He wears glasses. He is a plant daddy.
I want him carnally. I want to look at him disrespectively. I want him to push me into a locker just so I can say he touched me. I want him to treat me like trash. I want him to ruin my life.
Laws of Attraction gave me the first perfect character in Nawin, and now Ninew and Jojo have created the second perfect character.
No notes.
Just deranged lust.
Don't save me. I don't wanna be saved.
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"Well, I don't mind it." Will said as he laid a blanket on the wooden floor, followed by a pillow. "It's not my first time sleeping in this kind of conditions." He added as he grabbed another pillow and another blanket and threw them on his improvised bed. "I am more worried about you. Need any help with that?"
Hannibal was unsuccessfully trying to light up the damp pieces of wood in the fireplace.
"It's not my first time sleeping in this kind of conditions either."
Will stared outside the window. There were high chances they wouldn't be able to open the door of the cabin in the morning due to the heavy snowfall. Another blanket would have been welcome since the wooden walls of the cabin allowed the chilly wind to creep in, whistling.
"Don't bother with the fire." Will said as he heard Hannibal's third frustrated groan. He only let those out in exceptional situations. There are not many things that don't go right for Hannibal Lecter.
"You will freeze." He replied shortly.
"My body warmth will be enough for us both. And these blankets might be a little moldy but you can pretend it's a fancy lavender scent."
The fact that Hannibal showed no reaction to his joke worried Will even more. Part of him knew he should just shut up and let Hannibal struggle with the fire for as long as he wants but another part of him didn't want to shut up. Changing the subject sounded like a reasonable idea.
"We might end up eating frozen squirrels. That is, if we can open the door."
Hannibal didn't even turn to face him, still leaning over the the fireplace. This time his silence felt heavier. It felt like a response.
"Are you there?" Will asked.
"Have you ever eaten a frozen squirrel, Will?"
His voice sounded somewhat dangerous, yet bittersweet. As if the question was meant to be spilled like an inkpot.
"I have not."
"I have."
"You won't have to do that again. Come here, I made us a nice bed."
For the first time, Hannibal abandoned the fire and turned to face Will. "Do you believe I am concerned about freezing? About having to eat frozen animals?"
Will was not sure what to answer to that since it sounded rhetorical.
"I don't care about what happens to me. I am worried about having you go through all of that. I am trying to keep you warm."
"Heartwarming." Will commented, arching an eyebrow. "However, I do care about what happens to you and I will keep you warm."
"I don't-"
Will made one of those sounds he would make to quiet his dogs when they would protest.
"You will step away from that fireplace and you will come here." Will ordered sternly. He followed Hannibal with his gaze, obeying him without any other objection. He crawled next to Will, under the moldy blanket.
Will searched for his hands underneath the blanket and brought them to his mouth. He blew warm air over them.
"I will keep you warm." Will repeated, this time softly, as a whisper. Hannibal stared at Will's face in the darkness of the cabin. His blue eyes gleamed like morning dew on the petals of a forget-me-not.
"Keep me warm, Will." Hannibal said, accepting his fate.
At least now, someone would keep warm the little boy who had died in the snow.
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