So…I had feelings about Mads in these glasses. I decided Will would have feelings too&
So…I had feelings about Mads in these glasses. I decided Will would have feelings too…Focus Hannibal was in his charcoal grey suit today, a subtle pinstripe curving along his broad chest and shoulders. The tie at his throat was equally subdued, a brown and cream stripe that picked up the softer tones of his bone oxford shirt. But Hannibal had always cut a fine form in a suit, Will had thought himself immune to that knowledge by now. What he wasn’t immune to, however, were the square frame grey readers perched upon Hannibal’s nose. Will made a noise at the sight of the glasses. Hannibal looked up, eyebrow raised. Will leaned forward, Hannibal, annoyingly, stayed still. “You don’t wear glasses,” Will whispered harshly. Hannibal glanced down. “You don’t wear navy socks with black leather shoes, yet here we are.” Will glared. “Why are you wearing those?” Hannibal settled back in his chair. “Perhaps it was part of my disguise. Perhaps I didn’t want to squint at this small text for six hours. Perhaps I did it merely to annoy you.” Hannibal raised his book, evidently ending the conversation. Will continued to glower at the glasses, peeking over the edge of the book. It was fucking criminal, was what it was. Granted, Will and Hannibal were, technically, criminals. But still, it was deeply unfair how good Hannibal Lecter looked in a pair of reading glasses, grey locks falling over his forehead to rest on the frames, nose wrinkling subtly when they slipped, only to bring a strong hand up and push them up the bridge of his nose. Will had an image of Hannibal at a podium, reading notes about Caravaggio’s use of light from small cards as he addressed a class. Professor Lecter, the student body’s favorite lecturer, who would kindly dismiss the other students from class before calling Will back to discuss a paper. Mr. Graham, this paper is riddled with errors. Is it? Are you intentionally trying to provoke me, Mr. Graham? Of course not, professor, why would I do that? So I would keep you after class. What? No! Professor, please! If you fail to meet my standards, I’m afraid I’ll have to find other ways to impress them upon you. No, sir, please! Bend over the desk, Will. “Will.” The empath jumped when a supple leather loafer pinned his foot to the ground. “WILL.” “Huh?” Will knew he was panting, but his current state wasn’t helped by the vision before him. Hannibal was peering over his glasses, offering Will an annoyed stare.Read the Rest on AO3… -- source link
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