WILL GRAHAM

there's a shadow on
you, .. son.. ..you
are .... ..corrosive.


ind. season 1
#willstrayham

illripyourthroat:

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       ”Did you ever hear the joke about pizza?”

The definitive joke about pizza?”

formerbravo:

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               Well, then—
                        That’s not an understatement.
                        So are you calling me a middle of
                         the road 
person?

        Would that be a bad thing?

cutoffthehead:

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     ”well. ain’t that a relief, had me
          swallowin’ down my stomach there
          for a minute.”

          [ sugary lilt, impersonal and distracted. 
     he doesn’t very much care for 
     that cough of feathers. ]

  ( will’s voice loses some of its learned
  briskness; becoming treacly — slower:
  impersonating the impersonal, picking
  up the rhythm of flippancy, but leaving
  it off-kilter and too deliberate. )

                   ”I'm sorry.
                          Is your conscience a sore spot?”

wreathsofrue:

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        —…

 Prolonged pause. )

        ( his voice tries to be soothing
          but the ticking pause he
          takes to consider her before
          he speaks robs him of his
          warmth; the second’s pause
          gives him a metronome’s 
          wary countenance. )

                  — There’s no need to look nervous.

formerbravo replied to your post:
Well, you’re not calling me a /good/ person.

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      Good seems a much more — severe sentiment than bad.
      —A more delicate balance. Too fragile to impose on you.
                                                                          As if it is trapping.

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I'm not calling you a bad person.

        ( he’s careful where he puts his inflection here,
        not on I’m, not on bad: barely dodging a bullet,
        his wing clipped. ) 

sapphirescales:

[ her own amusement is equally spiteful,
  challenging in its decaying glory. ]

Of course, the secret illustrious life
of Special Agent Will Graham.

How could I have forgotten.

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    ( he stares at her, silent. the
      twitch of his frown is 
      animalistic between his 
      brows; a scavenger bird’s
      uneasy wings; the flicker
      of a pig’s black eyes.
      carnal confusion, sensing
      danger. )

If you want to say something –– say it.

sapphirescales:

Don’t lie to me. I can handle it if you …
don’t tell me things, but don’t. Lie.

( his amusement is parched; dried
  out and spiteful. )

All of my energy drains out of me
like poison –– as thick as oil at the 
end of every day. I don’t have the 
–– zest to sustain a lie for you.
.

sapphirescales:

Is that why you avoid me?

I don’t.

sapphirescales:

[ her mouth twitches; it’s almost
  a smile. ]

You don’t seem to respond to much else.

… depends on your definition of trouble.

Can it be defined by the fact I would rather avoid it?

sapphirescales:

—— Graham. We need to talk.

Graham?

          –– Am I in trouble?

MJ