Yearn | Hannigram

escape the hounds

Hannibal couldn't stop thinking about killing Jack. Well, he couldn't stop thinking about Will tearing into his old friend like a rabid dog. He was practically foaming at the mouth, didn't say a word. It was like he couldn't even hear Hannibal. As much as he loved the bloodthirsty beast Will hides so deep, this was a kill that would have been easier done clean.

      Hannibal realizes now what all this must have meant to Will. Jack was an old friend in ways but more than that he was the voice of 'reason', morals and the very bondage that kept Hannibal's perfect killer in shackles. Will couldn't just sit back and let someone else slit Jack's throat and bleed out. No, Will needed to bite and maim his way to freedom.

      Hannibal wanted to stop his lover, or at the very least slow down the mauling of Jack Crawford. But Will was too far gone, something primal and hungry had taken his place. Hannibal thought Will was a wild dog, but in that moment he was an ancient species. Hidden under layers of flesh like sediment covering fossils. That night an old monster was set free from the tar pit. It cornered the one who'd pushed it in and tore him open.

      With every bite, pull, and tear, Hannibal fell deeper and deeper in love with Will Graham. He wasn't sure how much more he could learn to love this dark creature that walked into his life.

      Hannibal smiled sadly, it would be a bit before they could indulge in something like this again. They'd need to lay low as they made their way away from this life, wait even longer to set up somewhere they could settle. Right now, they needed to escape.

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     Hannibal offered to drive, hoping it would calm his lover a bit to have at least a moment of rest. They had to go to Will's house to pick up his things because after that, they had to get the hell out of the country.

      After they had both were showered, the house was cleaned, and Hannibal packed his emergency supplies, they had got into Will's car. Deciding to abandon everything Hannibal owned to be ripped apart by the police. They would find Jack eventually, tear into every piece of furniture and rip through every book Hannibal owned. He'd burned all his notes on Will, Randall, everything incriminating regardless. He left the fire unattended, also tossed a little bit of gasoline on the rug in front of the fireplace. And lit the rug aflame. He didn't think it necessary to tell Will. Hannibal left it up to choice whether the whole place burnt down or just his office.

      Right now though, in the dark of night, his beautiful boy was bouncing his leg and tapping his hand on his leg rapidly. Will had barely stopped shaking since he left work, he was wound tighter than a noose. But now just barely holding himself together.

      Hannibal reached over and placed his hand on Will's thigh. Stroking it gently. Feeling the warmth coming from his blood, faintly hear his rapid heart beat. Hannibal always considered himself a merciless killer, guiltless even. He felt just eating the people who've died at his hands. But Will, his rabbit hearted boy, was still stumbling through his transformation.

      Hannibal couldn't deny it much longer, he was quite excited that they were jumping into their lives together now, even if it was far quicker than he'd anticipated. Hannibal had many plans for what they'd do before this moment came but now he saw it clearly. Tropical, and cheap. Something unlike either of their tastes, Will had a misty mountain heart and Hannibal far preferred museums in Europe or dining in Japan to sweaty cruise ship hot spots.

      But the idea of Will, sun soaked with freckles popping up on his nose, hidden away for months in the Caribbean, wasn't too awful a thought.