This is some tryout art for one of the Hannibal-based kias I'm trying out for, William Graham. Since I'm doing so much art, I thought I should mix things up a little seen as it's difficult for me to get to my tablet very often whereas I can get to a writing instrument at any time. Please don't post anything until I give the all clear.
Will's Vacation
Will’s wide blue eyes looked up from under his lashes. They were the type that a guy didn’t care for and a girl would die for – elegant and long, much like a butterfly’s wings. He blinked tiredly and rubbed his bright orbs with his soft paws. His week had consisted of late nights – ones of which he’d barely been getting any sleep for. It was just – he was working on a case and he was so close he could almost taste it.
“You look fatigued, William.”
Will stole a glance in the direction of his psychiatrist, the charming, popular Hannibal Lector, curled up on his chair with a leisurely look spread across his features. Biting back a sarcastic reply – ‘Whatever gave you that idea, doctor?’ – he stretched flashed his attention to the fellow kiamara.
“I’ve had a few late nights,” he answered honestly. His tail twitched anxiously by his side, the blue feathers fluttering against his fur with an almost reassuring touch.
Dr Lecter hummed, his full attention focused on his patient. “Another case?” he asked.
Will gave a curt nod in reply. At the very mentioning of the case, his mind screamed to finish it. It was an insistent urge that didn’t appear to leave him. The only plausible solution would be to answer the urge, he told himself. However, this didn’t seem to be doing anything for his health or thinking process. A lack of sleep produced sluggish reactions, both mental and physical. That little voice in the back of his mind continued to pester him still, ensuring that even the mere thought of sleep was useless.
“Has the idea of a vacation crossed your mind yet?” Hannibal pressed. “It could be good for you, you know – getting away from work. It has proved to be increasingly stressful to your health, Will.”
Will shook his head, his dark, chocolate-y locks falling over his face in gentle curls. “Certainly, but…”
Dr Lecter leaned closer. “But?”
“All these people – they need me and-“
“William Graham,” Hannibal said. He stood to his paws, his long, ominous antlers making him look much taller than he was. “Trust me. It’ll be good for you. Go take a holiday and return when you feel the need.”
Will's Vacation
Will’s wide blue eyes looked up from under his lashes. They were the type that a guy didn’t care for and a girl would die for – elegant and long, much like a butterfly’s wings. He blinked tiredly and rubbed his bright orbs with his soft paws. His week had consisted of late nights – ones of which he’d barely been getting any sleep for. It was just – he was working on a case and he was so close he could almost taste it.
“You look fatigued, William.”
Will stole a glance in the direction of his psychiatrist, the charming, popular Hannibal Lector, curled up on his chair with a leisurely look spread across his features. Biting back a sarcastic reply – ‘Whatever gave you that idea, doctor?’ – he stretched flashed his attention to the fellow kiamara.
“I’ve had a few late nights,” he answered honestly. His tail twitched anxiously by his side, the blue feathers fluttering against his fur with an almost reassuring touch.
Dr Lecter hummed, his full attention focused on his patient. “Another case?” he asked.
Will gave a curt nod in reply. At the very mentioning of the case, his mind screamed to finish it. It was an insistent urge that didn’t appear to leave him. The only plausible solution would be to answer the urge, he told himself. However, this didn’t seem to be doing anything for his health or thinking process. A lack of sleep produced sluggish reactions, both mental and physical. That little voice in the back of his mind continued to pester him still, ensuring that even the mere thought of sleep was useless.
“Has the idea of a vacation crossed your mind yet?” Hannibal pressed. “It could be good for you, you know – getting away from work. It has proved to be increasingly stressful to your health, Will.”
Will shook his head, his dark, chocolate-y locks falling over his face in gentle curls. “Certainly, but…”
Dr Lecter leaned closer. “But?”
“All these people – they need me and-“
“William Graham,” Hannibal said. He stood to his paws, his long, ominous antlers making him look much taller than he was. “Trust me. It’ll be good for you. Go take a holiday and return when you feel the need.”
