Murder Wives

Do you love me?

Hannibal danced around Will, his eyes delineating every wrinkle, every scar, all of him.
"Look in the mirror," Hannibal said quietly, his eyes narrowed. Will wore his confusion like a beautiful ball mask, but he relinquished. "Who, what do you see?" Hannibal spoke soundly.
"A murderer"
Hannibal stopped sauntering and glanced at Will.
"Is it me, or you that you see?"

Will could feel Hannibal's eyes tracing up and down on his body, the elder man striding around.
There was apprehension bubbling around in Wills's stomach. He knew all of this was immoral, so why did he feel so at home?
"Who do you see?" Hannibal repeated himself
Will was defeated. Was this some sick declaration? Will felt his stomach plunge, all of him going numb in a matter of seconds. Fear trembled through him like a bolt. "What do you mean?" Will urged an answer, huffing for wind.

"Do I. .frighten you?" Hannibal's eyes were an unoccupied void of blackness. Like the night sky.
"No" All the light that was trickled from Hannibal's eyes splashed into Wills when he understood what he confessed was authentic.

"Do you. .love me, Hannibal?" Will mumbled evidently but not unkindly.

"No being can be completely conscious of another mortal being unless we love them. By that love, we see conceivable in our beloved. Through that, we allow our beloved to see their capability. Communicating that lust, our beloved conceivable come genuine. I love you, Will."

((Sorry this was short! I just wanted a way to end Hannibal, Will and Jack being in this. I want to make this a Marlana fanfic because I love them. Sorry if the people who do read this stop because of my decision. Thank you for reading))