[ Which had been incredibly unsettling. Even for Will. ]
We profiled a combination of obsession with being the smartest in the room and with 'Jeopardy'. From there we narrowed down a list of men who had applied to be on Jeopardy and been rejected more than once.
He'd tried eleven times. It kind of stood out, especially when we learned he had been forced to withdraw from Harvard due to exhibiting dangerous levels of stress.
It was all rather anticlimactic in the end, we caught him with his last victim before he could harm the guy. He'd gotten distracted by a "Jeopardy" marathon on some twenty-four hour game channel.
[It sounds like it would be. Still, pretty wicked, really.]
i love hearing about your cases they're so cool! i mean, creepy as hell but wicked cool like sherlock holmes, but ten times darker and not like the holmes here he's mostly just an asshole kinda reminds me of me actually and that's really not a good thing especially when his brother thinks it makes us like parallel siblings, or something
[ Despite how odd it sounds, Will understands that House is genuine in his fascination with the cases the ex-profiler worked. It doesn't come from a place of macabre voyeurism ... well, not entirely, but rather from that deep curious nature and need for puzzles. ]
Ask anyone I work with, they'll be the first to tell you that I'm a first class prick. And they're not wrong.
People don't like observation. It makes them feel naked, vulnerable, exposed and out of control. They don't like having their shadows yanked out of the convenient boxes in their minds and laid out for everyone to see.
Mycroft has a lot of sibling issues. Something tells me his overprotectiveness of Holmes the younger is coming from something in their childhood. Just not sure what. Either way, I wouldn't use him as a reliable gauge when it comes to sibling relations.
Did I ever tell you about the case of the woman who made people into bee hives?
but i like you more so, again more tolerable also, you know how to keep your trap shut at least some of the time holmes has less of a filter than i do and that's almost impressive
you're not wrong about holmes the elder i'm just saying also i live at 221b baker street at home that was a choice, tho not coincidence
you didn't tell me were they, like, actual honey bees or yellowjackets?
Sounds like that bar is set pretty low. [ For the liking part of things. ]
But that is impressive, because you make no filter into an Olympic sport.
You're kidding me. You live at 221b Baker street. Were it not for the fact that you can't seem to lie at the moment, I'd call you out on that fabrication. Did you choose to live at that address, or was it simply fate?
Honey bees. A holistic healer was lobotomizing her patients in order to heal them. A few she emptied the skull cavity completely and set up a hive.
yeah i was pretty much constantly snacking at home or popping pills or sucking on something
i actually have no idea why but i'm sure some psychoanalyst asshole'd say something like it developed because your mom stopped breastfeeding too early
and that sucks did anyone else taste it? i mean, someone had to try it honey is honey is honey oh, hey that reminds me anyone try the mushrooms mushroom-guy was growing?
It's the most available form of fidgeting. Chewing on a pen cap, smoking a cigarette, sucking on a lollipop, chewing gum. It's internalized fidgeting, a habit developed to help focus a mind that is constantly racing.
I suspect it became more pronounced when you suffered the injury to your leg and could no longer run as a way to do something similar. You fell back on the next readily available way to self-medicate.
Were I to psychoanal... never mind.
[ There was a brief pause before the next text. ]
As a rule we try to avoid tasting evidence. Of course Hannibal made a game of that. On our second meeting he feed me sausage made from the lungs of his latest victim.
okay, fair that makes sense and coming to think of it yeah it did get worse around them you're not actually bad at this even though it's srsly irritating sometimes i appreciate you actually trying to not do your thing while i'm like this
do you really make sausage from lungs? that's pretty gnarly did it taste good, at least?
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I appreciate your acknowledgement of my charms. But I can't claim the latter. I can't turn off the lens, anymore than you can. I've just made a conscious effort not to burden you with the results.
I didn't make sausage from lungs. Hannibal did, and he fed it to me unawares. I remember remarking how good it tasted. Later on, when I realized what had happened, I drank a bottle of ipecac and spent the night throwing up.
It was much too late, months after the fact and I can't even claim I felt better afterwards. Just lay on the bathroom floor, with Winston licking the tears off my face.
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It was one of his favorite games, feeding human flesh to guests. He was renowned in the top social circles of Baltimore and the DC area for his dinner parties. People clamoured for him to throw these parties and scoring an invitation was considered a social coup.
No one realized that every dish served, was human.
Alana, Jack ... he even fed Abel Gideon to himself. About the only way to truly avoid the risk was be vegetarian.
And with that you risked being 'rude'.
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he kind of sucks as a bf just fyi i suck as a bf but i could at least apologize for some of the crap i put my ex through but maybe he's great in bed and you've got that whole "at least someone can understand me" thing going on with him, i guess you do you
[House has made his own terrible relationship choices, so it's not like he can judge. Mostly he is the terrible relationship choice for other people. So.]
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I'm mentally unstable, not much of a support system for a partner, forget going to parties or social events. I've spent so much time in the minds of the monsters that I have a dark and cynical view of humanity. That minor "righteous violence" kink I appear to have developed. I'm manipulative. I tend to bring my work home with me, which in this case means serial killers follow me like lost puppies and try to kill anyone I'm intimate with.
Anyone who got into a relationship with me would probably find me needy in my brokenness, and not worth the effort as taking down the monsters would always come first.
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which of us is dealing with the honesty/sincerity death price again? but i mean at least you're not usually a cannibal the murder thing is kinda freaky but since you didn't kill me along with beckett i figure i'm probably good
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Eh, I figure that given the circumstances, this is going to be one of those conversations we never speak of again, so might as well say what I may never have another opportunity to say.
You're correct, I have no genuine leanings in that direction. That is a design concept that is unique to Hannibal on a number of levels, founded in the loss of his beloved sister. I like making the monsters pay for the tresspasses they perpetrate upon the innocent.
You knew what you were doing in that situation. You understood what had just happened, and you have the capacity to recognize what can happen when my mind is fractured. Beckett wouldn't back off, he made himself into a threat and I don't react well to being threatened.
I wouldn't kill you, House. I love you. I've done my utmost since we first met to protect you, initially (and always) because I believe in the value you provide to our changes of getting out of here. Then later ... because I didn't want you to have to suffer the trauma of death, and the current unpleasantness.
[Oh. Well, crap. There's a rush of warm emotion that he can't tamp down on, one that has actual tears brimming in his eyes. People don't really say that, or if they do, they don't mean it. They're Cameron, who's in love with the idea of him. They're overly grateful patients. Wilson doesn't say it. Not out loud.]
i love you, too
[Urgh.
He's not sure if that was a slip-up by Will, or intentional, but that's... out in the world now. Not that House hadn't heavily implied it while he was ranting at Wilson about Will and the other man being the reason he wants to stay alive. But still. This is embarrassing.]
you're a weirdo and srsly screwed up but you're fun and interesting and funny
and holy crap and i need to stop typing now i'm actually crying and i'm probably gonna bitch at you when i'm back to normal, asshole
[ There is part of Will that wants to get up, go in the other room and sit down beside House. Not for any nefarious purposes, but to simple be there, the way the other man has been there for him in the past.
But he's unable to read what the reaction would be to such an offer, and he's unable to shake the feeling that he'd be taking advantage of something were he to go in there. So he sits quietly for a few minutes, wrangling his own emotions.
The brief glimpse he'd had into what it could be like to be with someone who understood him, and accepted him without conditions. Someone who knew what it meant to be broken, broken beyond any normal means of repair. Someone who understood the raw vulnerability that came with letting people in past the protective guards.
Someone who loved the puzzles in the world, the light and the dark and could see beauty in the unknown, rather than fear.
But beyond that brief glimpse, Will understood that House deserved better. He deserved Wilson, a good man with genuine kindness and skin as thick as leather with understanding for House. He needed his team, the sounding boards that helped propel all of them to the medical miracles only they could provide. House needed his hospital, and his patients and people with life in them.
So he continued to sit in his spot, waiting out the urge to move, until he had it under control and could type again. ]
Oh I fully anticipate a thorough rant, when you're back to normal. Complete with insistence that you were compelled to say things and that none of it truly counts and I'm a manipulative jerk.
There will probably be a deliberate action taken, under the guise of practicality, to push me away. A few sharp swipes of your claws to ensure I'm busy licking my wounds, giving you time to rebuild your forts and maintain safe distances.
It won't change what's been said here, or the emotions behind it, but it will protect you.
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rubikscomplex) wrote2015-08-27 10:05 am
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and he wrote "daily double" on them
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[ Will wasn't going to explain how that had worked. Talk about images you can put down. ]
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did he play the final jeopardy clock countdown in the video
how'd you guys catch him?
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[ Which had been incredibly unsettling. Even for Will. ]
We profiled a combination of obsession with being the smartest in the room and with 'Jeopardy'. From there we narrowed down a list of men who had applied to be on Jeopardy and been rejected more than once.
He'd tried eleven times. It kind of stood out, especially when we learned he had been forced to withdraw from Harvard due to exhibiting dangerous levels of stress.
It was all rather anticlimactic in the end, we caught him with his last victim before he could harm the guy. He'd gotten distracted by a "Jeopardy" marathon on some twenty-four hour game channel.
[ Not every case ended up in guns blazing. ]
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i love hearing about your cases
they're so cool!
i mean, creepy as hell
but wicked cool
like sherlock holmes, but ten times darker
and not like the holmes here
he's mostly just an asshole
kinda reminds me of me actually
and that's really not a good thing
especially when his brother thinks it makes us
like
parallel siblings, or something
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Ask anyone I work with, they'll be the first to tell you that I'm a first class prick. And they're not wrong.
People don't like observation. It makes them feel naked, vulnerable, exposed and out of control. They don't like having their shadows yanked out of the convenient boxes in their minds and laid out for everyone to see.
Mycroft has a lot of sibling issues. Something tells me his overprotectiveness of Holmes the younger is coming from something in their childhood. Just not sure what. Either way, I wouldn't use him as a reliable gauge when it comes to sibling relations.
Did I ever tell you about the case of the woman who made people into bee hives?
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so, again
more tolerable
also, you know how to keep your trap shut at least some of the time
holmes has less of a filter than i do
and that's almost impressive
you're not wrong about holmes the elder
i'm just saying
also i live at 221b baker street at home
that was a choice, tho
not coincidence
you didn't
tell me
were they, like, actual honey bees
or yellowjackets?
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But that is impressive, because you make no filter into an Olympic sport.
You're kidding me. You live at 221b Baker street.
Were it not for the fact that you can't seem to lie at the moment, I'd call you out on that fabrication.
Did you choose to live at that address, or was it simply fate?
Honey bees.
A holistic healer was lobotomizing her patients in order to heal them. A few she emptied the skull cavity completely and set up a hive.
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most olympic pole vaulters couldn't clear my bar, dude
(speaking of the olympics)
so stop with the self-deprecation
it's annoying
i chose it
it's not like baker street is a weird street name
and i'm guessing the city planner was a conan doyle fan
death is a way to cure something, it guess
for a given value of cure
was the honey any good?
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I was in the BSHCI at the time, so no honey tasting for me.
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i was pretty much constantly snacking at home
or popping pills
or sucking on something
i actually have no idea why
but i'm sure some psychoanalyst asshole'd say something like
it developed because your mom stopped breastfeeding too early
and that sucks
did anyone else taste it?
i mean, someone had to try it
honey is honey is honey
oh, hey that reminds me
anyone try the mushrooms mushroom-guy was growing?
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It's the most available form of fidgeting. Chewing on a pen cap, smoking a cigarette, sucking on a lollipop, chewing gum. It's internalized fidgeting, a habit developed to help focus a mind that is constantly racing.
I suspect it became more pronounced when you suffered the injury to your leg and could no longer run as a way to do something similar. You fell back on the next readily available way to self-medicate.
Were I to psychoanal... never mind.
[ There was a brief pause before the next text. ]
As a rule we try to avoid tasting evidence. Of course Hannibal made a game of that. On our second meeting he feed me sausage made from the lungs of his latest victim.
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okay, fair
that makes sense
and coming to think of it
yeah
it did get worse around them
you're not actually bad at this
even though it's srsly irritating sometimes
i appreciate you actually trying to not do your thing while i'm like this
do you really make sausage from lungs?
that's pretty gnarly
did it taste good, at least?
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But I can't claim the latter.
I can't turn off the lens, anymore than you can.
I've just made a conscious effort not to burden you with the results.
I didn't make sausage from lungs.
Hannibal did, and he fed it to me unawares.
I remember remarking how good it tasted. Later on, when I realized what had happened, I drank a bottle of ipecac and spent the night throwing up.
It was much too late, months after the fact and I can't even claim I felt better afterwards.
Just lay on the bathroom floor, with Winston licking the tears off my face.
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and again
the keeping the trap shut thing
that sucks, though, dude
did he ever actually apologize?
i mean
it's one thing to force you to be a cannibal
it's another to trick you into it
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What do you think?
[ Spoiler. The answer is no. ]
It was one of his favorite games, feeding human flesh to guests.
He was renowned in the top social circles of Baltimore and the DC area for his dinner parties.
People clamoured for him to throw these parties and scoring an invitation was considered a social coup.
No one realized that every dish served, was human.
Alana, Jack ... he even fed Abel Gideon to himself. About the only way to truly avoid the risk was be vegetarian.
And with that you risked being 'rude'.
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just fyi
i suck as a bf
but i could at least apologize for some of the crap i put my ex through
but maybe he's great in bed
and you've got that whole
"at least someone can understand me"
thing going on with him, i guess
you do you
[House has made his own terrible relationship choices, so it's not like he can judge. Mostly he is the terrible relationship choice for other people. So.]
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I'm mentally unstable, not much of a support system for a partner, forget going to parties or social events.
I've spent so much time in the minds of the monsters that I have a dark and cynical view of humanity.
That minor "righteous violence" kink I appear to have developed.
I'm manipulative.
I tend to bring my work home with me, which in this case means serial killers follow me like lost puppies and try to kill anyone I'm intimate with.
Anyone who got into a relationship with me would probably find me needy in my brokenness, and not worth the effort as taking down the monsters would always come first.
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but i mean
at least you're not usually a cannibal
the murder thing is kinda freaky
but since you didn't kill me along with beckett
i figure i'm probably good
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You're correct, I have no genuine leanings in that direction. That is a design concept that is unique to Hannibal on a number of levels, founded in the loss of his beloved sister.
I like making the monsters pay for the tresspasses they perpetrate upon the innocent.
You knew what you were doing in that situation.
You understood what had just happened, and you have the capacity to recognize what can happen when my mind is fractured.
Beckett wouldn't back off, he made himself into a threat and I don't react well to being threatened.
I wouldn't kill you, House. I love you. I've done my utmost since we first met to protect you, initially (and always) because I believe in the value you provide to our changes of getting out of here. Then later ... because I didn't want you to have to suffer the trauma of death, and the current unpleasantness.
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i love you, too
[Urgh.
He's not sure if that was a slip-up by Will, or intentional, but that's... out in the world now. Not that House hadn't heavily implied it while he was ranting at Wilson about Will and the other man being the reason he wants to stay alive. But still. This is embarrassing.]
you're a weirdo
and srsly screwed up
but you're fun
and interesting
and funny
and holy crap and i need to stop typing now
i'm actually crying
and i'm probably gonna bitch at you when i'm back to normal, asshole
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But he's unable to read what the reaction would be to such an offer, and he's unable to shake the feeling that he'd be taking advantage of something were he to go in there. So he sits quietly for a few minutes, wrangling his own emotions.
The brief glimpse he'd had into what it could be like to be with someone who understood him, and accepted him without conditions. Someone who knew what it meant to be broken, broken beyond any normal means of repair. Someone who understood the raw vulnerability that came with letting people in past the protective guards.
Someone who loved the puzzles in the world, the light and the dark and could see beauty in the unknown, rather than fear.
But beyond that brief glimpse, Will understood that House deserved better. He deserved Wilson, a good man with genuine kindness and skin as thick as leather with understanding for House. He needed his team, the sounding boards that helped propel all of them to the medical miracles only they could provide. House needed his hospital, and his patients and people with life in them.
So he continued to sit in his spot, waiting out the urge to move, until he had it under control and could type again. ]
Oh I fully anticipate a thorough rant, when you're back to normal. Complete with insistence that you were compelled to say things and that none of it truly counts and I'm a manipulative jerk.
There will probably be a deliberate action taken, under the guise of practicality, to push me away. A few sharp swipes of your claws to ensure I'm busy licking my wounds, giving you time to rebuild your forts and maintain safe distances.
It won't change what's been said here, or the emotions behind it, but it will protect you.
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i think this is why i avoid shrinks
that's really cool
and pretty accurate
but i'd really like to think i'm harder to read than that
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That's why I make a concentrated effort not to share the psychoanalysis with you.
Figure it helps maintain the forts.
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i can live with that
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