The feeling of Will's fingers exploring his spine makes Hannibal smile as he imagines Will taking him apart, piece by piece, disassembling him to examine every part. He imagines doing the same to his lover, taking him apart, appreciating the beauty of every bit, from the vertebrae to the ligaments to the kidneys.
"Perhaps you never found the right person," he says lightly, still stroking Will's hair. "Or rather, you were never the person you were meant to be." He turns his head to press a brief kiss to Will's head. "For me, I've never wished to be known as I wish you to know me." He trails his free hand down Will's back, feeling his lover's spine in return. "Every bone."
As he and Will are in pieces in his mind, they begin to reassemble, without regard for what piece is from whom, all pieced together into one perfect whole, Hannibal and Will and the two made one.
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Date: 2016-06-14 04:00 am (UTC)"Perhaps you never found the right person," he says lightly, still stroking Will's hair. "Or rather, you were never the person you were meant to be." He turns his head to press a brief kiss to Will's head. "For me, I've never wished to be known as I wish you to know me." He trails his free hand down Will's back, feeling his lover's spine in return. "Every bone."
As he and Will are in pieces in his mind, they begin to reassemble, without regard for what piece is from whom, all pieced together into one perfect whole, Hannibal and Will and the two made one.