[ The sound startles him more than it should, a harsh crack against metal and the screech of the frame against the cement - expected, but not necessarily something he's prepared for.
Everything is amplified today, sounds louder, double meanings behind words, something in that smile he recognizes and should know better. He feels sharp and aware, and without hesitation he wraps that ruined t-shirt around his hand and takes a few tentative, barefoot steps out into the hallway.
No one around, but the funhouse mirror is something else entirely. His impression is left taller, wavering, pitch black in color and growths start sprouting upward into the shape of unmistakable antlers. With vehemence, it means Will does just as Hannibal says and breaks the mirror - it's not that he's necessarily a willing participant so much as he knows he needs the weapon.
And he doesn't want to see the consequences of this mirror in particular. Something's wrong. Something's off. But he has a shard nearly the length of his forearm, sharp and dangerous when he turns back to the room, eyes fixated on Hannibal as he pads his way back inside. ]
These weren't here before. [ Useless, of course they weren't. ] What else is out there?
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Everything is amplified today, sounds louder, double meanings behind words, something in that smile he recognizes and should know better. He feels sharp and aware, and without hesitation he wraps that ruined t-shirt around his hand and takes a few tentative, barefoot steps out into the hallway.
No one around, but the funhouse mirror is something else entirely. His impression is left taller, wavering, pitch black in color and growths start sprouting upward into the shape of unmistakable antlers. With vehemence, it means Will does just as Hannibal says and breaks the mirror - it's not that he's necessarily a willing participant so much as he knows he needs the weapon.
And he doesn't want to see the consequences of this mirror in particular. Something's wrong. Something's off. But he has a shard nearly the length of his forearm, sharp and dangerous when he turns back to the room, eyes fixated on Hannibal as he pads his way back inside. ]
These weren't here before. [ Useless, of course they weren't. ] What else is out there?
[ And what in the hell is Hannibal planning? ]