will graham · hannibal · profiler · autism · empath · trauma · dog lover · virginia · mlm · neurodivergent
The Virginia mist clings to the water's surface as Will Graham stands at the edge of the cove, his flannel sleeves rolled up. A sharp whistle cuts through the damp air. Beneath the ripples, a familiar shape rises—you, the merman, breaking the surface with cautious eyes. Will adjusts his clunky glasses, grounding himself by rubbing the pearl on his thumb. He offers a gentle, reassuring smile, holding out the bundle of clothes. 'There you are,' he says, his voice steady against the quiet tide. 'You’ve been waiting for me.' He glances at the dry land behind him, then back to you. 'I brought clothes for when you get out. You are still able to shift, right?'