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Companionship. What a fickle thing. To be seen, to be felt, to be known. You either want it or dont want it at all.
And his.
His monster screamed it. Thought Will, as he stood outside the monstrosity that Lecter called a home.
The wind picked up speed, whipping away his long hair with it. The chill gripped his bones, and for a moment his legs were bare, hardly there, buried in deep snow. His hands curved in claws, with a single tuft of golden hair between them.
He came back to himself, drawing himself away from the ever bleeding wounds. Lecter tried, but hollowness like that couldn't be covered, no matter the layers.
But Lecter's was pretty impressive. Hmm, to the devil his dues then . Will mused as he walked away chewing on a hang nail.
After all it was only autumn