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Just one more moment. Just one more before we have to go.
Will's bargaining with God. Before he takes them over, he wants to memorise, to catalogue. Hoarding details, hoarding Hannibal. So much to treasure. Like the warmth of his breath against Will's hair, heart beating rapidly beneath Will's cheek, fingers clutching his shirt in a sweetly tentative embrace. Like blood, slick and sweet, and heat and them. Only them now. Will curls into him, clinging, possessive. Mine. No more denials or rejections. Just once he'll take what was always his. Presses close, pushes forward.
Come with me, my love.
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Curls black as night, skin pale as the moon, lips painted red with the Dragon's blood. Feral beauty in eyes that burn across the fallen corpse.
Hannibal's imago, imprinted on his heart for eternity.
All I ever wanted.
Fingers grasp his shoulder; a blissful smile draws him in. Wants to lick the blood from those lips and his heart thuds at the thought. The young Lion nuzzles into him, forehead pressed into his shoulder. Everything stops. Closes his eyes and surrenders. A final thought as Will pushes forward and gravity betrays them.
So be it, my darling. So be it.