[ Will stays quiet for a long moment, chewing slowly as he goes. He knows there's an ulterior motive here, that there is suspicion hanging over Percy like a fog even if it's not malicious. He is wondering whether or not Hannibal is the Deputy, Will figures. It's an easy enough dilemma to understand with the way his group behaved at the trial, the way they've bonded so quickly. He gets it.
He also wants to see how this goes. It would be interesting to see how someone who wasn't him pursued Hannibal. They've both mutually decided neither of them want to survive the game so, watching this play out is the ideal. ]
Would you kill for her?
[ The comparison of Felix and Chane sits heavily against Percy's talk to Annabeth. It was the only jump Will could make, and of course he knows the answer. ]
Hannibal and I are desensitized to death. We act here as if we'd act anywhere else, which might seem a little jarring when compared to everyone else. It's just -- how we are. The romance is there but we're quiet about it, generally. [ ... And then he grins, wry. ] Well, aside from when I feel the pressing need to badmouth Hannibal to the public. That's always interesting.
[ Will, you're such an ass. But Will sighs and moves on -- advice. Percy is looking for advice. Percy is looking for advice for a reason other than Annabeth and Will knows what it is but does he want to share? Does he want to give that missing link? He considers it as he eats a blueberry. ]
Hannibal's also ... [ Ah. He can't help the flush that covers his face suddenly and he frowns. ] He's really romantic. He likes to talk a lot about what he... likes about me. How much he loves me. He also reads to me, cooks for me. Recites sonnets, draws portraits. And sometimes just -- he writes me letters. Love letters, or leaves me bits of poetry when he can't be there to share a meal with me. [ . . . ] Would you like to see one, as an example?
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He also wants to see how this goes. It would be interesting to see how someone who wasn't him pursued Hannibal. They've both mutually decided neither of them want to survive the game so, watching this play out is the ideal. ]
Would you kill for her?
[ The comparison of Felix and Chane sits heavily against Percy's talk to Annabeth. It was the only jump Will could make, and of course he knows the answer. ]
Hannibal and I are desensitized to death. We act here as if we'd act anywhere else, which might seem a little jarring when compared to everyone else. It's just -- how we are. The romance is there but we're quiet about it, generally. [ ... And then he grins, wry. ] Well, aside from when I feel the pressing need to badmouth Hannibal to the public. That's always interesting.
[ Will, you're such an ass. But Will sighs and moves on -- advice. Percy is looking for advice. Percy is looking for advice for a reason other than Annabeth and Will knows what it is but does he want to share? Does he want to give that missing link? He considers it as he eats a blueberry. ]
Hannibal's also ... [ Ah. He can't help the flush that covers his face suddenly and he frowns. ] He's really romantic. He likes to talk a lot about what he... likes about me. How much he loves me. He also reads to me, cooks for me. Recites sonnets, draws portraits. And sometimes just -- he writes me letters. Love letters, or leaves me bits of poetry when he can't be there to share a meal with me. [ . . . ] Would you like to see one, as an example?