Nameless One, Prologue
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jackofknavesTitle: Nameless One
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tripatch
Rating: R
Pairing: Hannibal/Face
Summary: Kinkmeme prompt, Face secretly takes meds for bipolar disorder. But for whatever reason, Face is no longer on his meds. Then the manic behavior starts, from getting into a mess of fights to needing to have tons of sex with strangers. Then when the emotional roller coaster stuff starts, Face begins cutting himself during the darkest times. His teammates notice, and try to help but Face is stubborn and refuses help, heavily in denial.
Additional Notes: Title taken from James Clarence Mangan's poem, "Nameless One".
When he was nineteen, Face thought things were finally going right for him. The famous Hannibal Smith had practically adopted him, dragging him into his unit, introducing him to a team, to a family, and all he had to do was not screw it up.
Which was easier said than done, when one night he felt like his skin was two sizes too small, like he had to move or something was going to go wrong and he had no idea what. A lot easier, when he went for a run to burn off some of that restless energy he could feel crawling in him and heard the moon singing to him.
You get one shot at this, Hannibal Smith had told him when he brought him in. One chance.
Last chance, he had heard.
Don’t screw this up, Face told himself fiercely, feeling his mind spread in a million different directions, trying to follow them all at once and getting tangled up in the process and when it felt like he couldn’t hold on anymore, that he was going to crawl out of his skin and burst into a sunburst of colors like light through a prism, he just kept repeating “last chance” like a mantra until finally he collapsed onto his cot.
The whispers and the coppery lightning in his veins were gone the next morning, but it was the first time he knew something was really wrong.
It was not the first time that he knew he had to smile and fake it ‘til you make it, baby, because a last chance was the best he was going to get.
Author:
tripatchRating: R
Pairing: Hannibal/Face
Summary: Kinkmeme prompt, Face secretly takes meds for bipolar disorder. But for whatever reason, Face is no longer on his meds. Then the manic behavior starts, from getting into a mess of fights to needing to have tons of sex with strangers. Then when the emotional roller coaster stuff starts, Face begins cutting himself during the darkest times. His teammates notice, and try to help but Face is stubborn and refuses help, heavily in denial.
Additional Notes: Title taken from James Clarence Mangan's poem, "Nameless One".
When he was nineteen, Face thought things were finally going right for him. The famous Hannibal Smith had practically adopted him, dragging him into his unit, introducing him to a team, to a family, and all he had to do was not screw it up.
Which was easier said than done, when one night he felt like his skin was two sizes too small, like he had to move or something was going to go wrong and he had no idea what. A lot easier, when he went for a run to burn off some of that restless energy he could feel crawling in him and heard the moon singing to him.
You get one shot at this, Hannibal Smith had told him when he brought him in. One chance.
Last chance, he had heard.
Don’t screw this up, Face told himself fiercely, feeling his mind spread in a million different directions, trying to follow them all at once and getting tangled up in the process and when it felt like he couldn’t hold on anymore, that he was going to crawl out of his skin and burst into a sunburst of colors like light through a prism, he just kept repeating “last chance” like a mantra until finally he collapsed onto his cot.
The whispers and the coppery lightning in his veins were gone the next morning, but it was the first time he knew something was really wrong.
It was not the first time that he knew he had to smile and fake it ‘til you make it, baby, because a last chance was the best he was going to get.
