Solangelo Oneshots

Unattainable Beauty

TW: Death, murder
(Nico and Will are fine, don't worry)

Beauty lives in the unattainable. It lives in the cracks in the earth, in the kiss of the sun, in the quietness of loudest moments and the softness of the harshest. It cannot be controlled or captured or explained. Much of the time, it can't be perceived.

Will found his beauty in the glimpses of light, in the warmth of the fire, in the thread he stitched with, in the souls awaiting him. He found it in sand that crept between his toes, in the swirls of foam in the shower, in the promises broken and the lies kept. He found it as he plunged his knife into flesh with a hunger in his eyes that would not and could not be leashed. He found it in the calmness, in the screams, in the still beating heart he pulled out. He found it in his husband, who watched what was happening with all the beauty in his eyes that the world could hold.

Will could feel Nico’s eyes boring into him as he watched the body spasm and finally fall still.He felt them as he silently cleaned up his mess, chopping up the meat and wiping down the floors. He felt a sense of pride as he wiped them. It was on his insistance that they get wooden floors. It made days like these easier.

There was a beauty in cleaning, Will found as he neatly wrapped up the now dead heart. A passionate display was scrubbed clean. Every spot was taken care of, every anomaly was found. He was the tide, come to claim the remains of a bay and the people would return but the tide would go on for far longer than them.

Will got up, satisfiedand went to get himself a glass of wine. He poured another for Nico, who leaned against the counter and took a sip. Will relaxed, a fond smile on his face as he watched Nico try to figure out the bottle it came from.

"Chardonnay," Will supplied. Nico scowled.

"I prefer Chateau Margaux," he said. Will downed his glass at set it on the counter top, leaning to the side with his arms folded.

"Pay for it then."

Nico finished his chardonnay. "You're in a bitchy mood."

Will barked out a laugh. "What gives you that idea?"

"You took your time," Nico replied. "You could have cut his throat and had done with. You made a mess."

"I cleaned it up," Will defended. "You could have joined in if you wanted to."

The corner of Nico’s mouth quirked up as he lifted his glass to his lips.

"It was too beautiful for me to taint."

Will deftly took the glass from Nico's hand and set it down, an arm coming to snake around Nico’s waist. Nico’s expression was one of amusement.

"I love it when you taint things," Will murmured, capturing Nico’s lips. Nico pulled away.

"What are you going to do with the heart?" he asked. There was no judgment in his stare. He showed only curiosity and fondness.

"Make stew," Will said. "I didn't do the job carefully enough for it to be used for transplants."

"Would you make stew out of my heart?" Nico asked, verging on the edge of teasingly.

"Would you let me?"

"We both know I'm going to kill you first," Nico answered, brushing their hands together.

"I look forward to it." Will grinned, pulling Nico in for a kiss.

Will’s greatest beauty was moments like these. There was an inevitable end but he never had got worked up over fate. Beauty would live on.

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A/N

Hey, loves! Hope you enjoyed my fucked up serial killer husbands. I watched Hannibal recently. Can you tell? I miss you all loads and hope to write more soon!

Ash x