Will's concept of time had abandoned him, as if hell froze over and he existed in a moment of absolute nothingness; barely aware of his own existence, only of the motions that gravitated around him, as if he were the center of the universe »
« luring Hannibal's body around him by some orbital force until their bodies aligned in perfect symmetry - hip to hip, chest to chest, eye to eye, until their lips pressed devotedly together. He could feel every indentation of Hannibal's body, »
« from the curvature of his defined spin through the barely tangible shirt that glued to his gorgeously torn flesh, to the hardly noticeable peal of skin cracking the center of his cupid's bow somehow accentuating the highlight of his full lips »
« making them appear invitingly beautiful. Every other minute detail, such as precisely where Hannibal's spine became neck and neck became hair were details Will would memorize as if it were his name. He clung to the stiffly drying strands of »
« hair through his shriveled fingers, gripping onto fistfuls as if in fear his hands would slip accidentally, afraid to remember what it felt when his hands were so empty. He pulled hard once as if to ensure his grip was sturdy. The act had »
« unleashed a sound within him, feral but needy. One Hannibal understood as if Will had truly communicated with words. His mouth opened invitingly and Will curiously slipped his tongue clumsily inside. Disorientated and over passionate Will's »
« tongue clashed with Hannibal's teeth. He's certain he's seeing the stars. Although mostly because the sting in his stabbed cheek stretched uncomfortably as his tongue danced an uncoordinated duet with Hannibal's. It does not help that his »
« mouth is dry with dehydration after being bathed in salt water. His head also thumped with an excruciatingly horrid ache almost accordingly to the thud of his heartbeat which rang heavy in his ears. He's also certain he can hear, feel, the »
« echo of Hannibal's trailing a split second behind his. Soothing his discomfort. Although, truth be told, no matter how picturesque the shadow of their intertwined bodies casted, or how elegant Hannibal or Will believed their appeared, one »
« glance at the imperfections that hid behind the shadow and anyone could blandly state the obviously, that their kiss was anything but ideal. It was certainly distant from erotic pleasure, almost uncomfortable - bloody, wounded, wet and fully »
« clothed - to look at if they both did not appear so intimately involved. However, sexual desire was not the goal, it was not the point. This signified something beyond a primal sex drive. Rather the last initiation of them accepting each »
« other; sealing the promise to ignore the bad side of each other to keep enjoying the good with a kiss - a sort of pact. It explained why Will's heart fluttered helplessly when Hannibal admitted aloud what Will had known for quite some time - »
« that he'd give into his each and every requested desire. It was a situation Will ensured to commit to memory while almost envious of Hannibal's artistry, for he wished he could commit this moment to paper. What irony. They tried to kill each »
« other what felt like moments ago, and yet now, they clung to each other for dear life. Will draining what Hannibal had to offer, Hannibal doing the same, until enough adrenaline intoxicated them both to draw back to reality. The fact that they »
« washed up on a beach, no matter they wanted to remain in this moment for eternity, Will recognized they needed to move while they still had the chance. Regardless of how easy it would be for Will to lie back, allow Hannibal to blanket his »
« body, and let the current wash then away again. Although Will had already decided their end would not come today. His desire to kill Hannibal once again had dissipated. Nonetheless, he did not miss how easy it would be for him to drag »
« Hannibal's head completely back in one swift motion, how easy it would be to bare his neck and take a chunk from Hannibal's throat. He'd watch him choke on his own blood, pass out from a lack of oxygen reaching his brain, while reveling in the »
« memory of witnessing Hannibal enact the same death upon The Red Dragon. What a sight. Then, as if on cue with the fading of his memory, Hannibal parted lips, creating enough distance to draw in a clean breath but still remaining glued together »
« by their foreheads. Will sighed in loss while reminiscing in the remaining tingle of his lips, his skin attempting to mimic what Hannibal's lips felt like against them. Although before Will could draw in for another kiss he was interrupted by »
« the sound of Hannibal's voice, calmingly drawing him back to reality. The palm on his chest grounding him to the moment still. His eyes had followed Hannibal's down for a prolonged moment reminding himself they had all the time in the world, »
« only to be redirected into the hypnotizing glint muted deep within Hannibal's eyes. A glint Will was certain was only present in his viewing, only for his sight to cherish.
"Because our story still has another chapter ahead."
Words equally as »
"Because our story still has another chapter ahead."
Words equally as »
« hoarse as Hannibal's while his mind whispered words, guiding him to move away and progress onto the next page. His hands nonetheless had a different idea. The pad of his thumbs rather enjoyed caressing Hannibal's cheekbones which were defined »
« more than usual due to the sunken bags under his eyes. Will's not sure he's ever felt Hannibal's skin. Not like this. He'd certainly imagined what it felt like and never assumed it would be so... tender.
"And I think it's time we turn the »
"And I think it's time we turn the »
« page."
His vocal cords ripped with every spoken word. Although he blinded that out but instead focusing on the ache of his muscles as he rose from the ground unsteadily. A hand extended towards Hannibal to offer assistance while Will pressed »
His vocal cords ripped with every spoken word. Although he blinded that out but instead focusing on the ache of his muscles as he rose from the ground unsteadily. A hand extended towards Hannibal to offer assistance while Will pressed »
« his lips together, holding onto whatever memory of Hannibal's against him that he could.
