Hannibal awakening

The fall

Hannibal was surprised of how mighty Will's strength was.

To had flung both of themselves off into the awaiting arms of oblivion.

Maybe I let him...maybe I wanted to fall, either way this is his design.

Hannibal could not see beyond his peripheral vision nor he had the slightest interest in doing it so, instead his eyes were trained on Will's unruly, dark barnet.

He was distracted with the hypnotically luring scent of their blood, heady and strong and oddly arousing.

It was like indulging himself in dwelling at smelling the most intoxicating flower.

He felt an equally ferocious flutter of a flock of birds in his middle, the exact same feeling you get when descending into an elevator.

And just as scary.

Will had never felt more calm, maybe it was death's lullaby, who sung  it at his ear, luring him to give himself the eternal sleep.

He wanted to say something, to say goodbye or offer a prayer to God, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

He was the kind of a man God would pray not to come across with.

He was a sin incarnated. In the flesh.

He knew he didn't deserve clemency after everything he'd done in the span of a hazy, frenzied life, after what he had become.

After all he had done.

Hannibal had only ever developed sentiments once, when he was a child...he had never said anything to Will, but maybe it was his last chance, to say goodbye, to bring himself to profess his fondness towards him.

A love confession of their deathbed, how quaint, deathly romantic.

He said three little words, he was sure Will had not heard them, the gushing gusts of gales silencing his profession of endless love, the fall silencing the words.

Will Graham didn't get to hear the words.

Words he longed to be said. Words longed to be heard.

The jealous wind took them for itself, swirling the words into oblivion and killing them cruelly.

Destiny was its way with jealousy.

Will could see the nearing rocks, the waves were running at them, the moon now shone brightly over the the ocean water's skimming surface.

He didn't know how it happened, but something unfathomable possessed him.

Will Graham took Hannibal Lecter by the neck, pressed his forehead against his, inhaled in and exhaled out. The hell with it, he'd wanted to do such perverted, depraved acts with him, to him...to do such barbarities to him.

To allow him to profane his pure and sacred soul, to make himself his forevermore.

And the delight it brought to him only to think what Hannibal was capable of inflicting upon his willing body.

"So this is the end!" He had to shout the words in order to be heard.

Hannibal's lips quirked up in a modicum of a smile. A Mona Lisa like smile, barely noticeable but wide nonetheless.

Lecter could be such a frivolous bastard at times. But William loved it, loved him.

"William...this is just the beginning."