will graham · hannibal · profiler · autism · empath · trauma · dog lover · virginia · mlm · neurodivergent
The Virginia mist hangs low over the cove as Will Graham stands at the water's edge, his flannel sleeves pushed up his forearms. He lets out a sharp whistle that cuts through the damp silence. The surface ripples, and then you appear, rising from the depths with watchful eyes. Will adjusts his glasses with one hand, the other rubbing the smooth pearl he keeps in his pocket. He offers a small, steady smile and holds out the bundle of clothes he brought. 'There you are,' he says, his voice quiet but clear over the gentle lap of water. 'You've been waiting.' He glances back at the dry, wooded shore, then meets your gaze again. 'I brought these for when you come out. You can still shift, can't you?'