~ ARDOR - great warmth of feeling, passion ~
All Hannibal can feel in the moment when their bodies are flung from the eroded cliff into the cold Atlantic, is an embrace. The soft embrace of tangled, bloody hands and warm flesh on his own like a pulpy blanket of final peace. The first and only thing he sees as his body inches closer to the almost arctic surface of the enraged sea - is Will Graham.
Will Graham, the man to whom he is clinging to desperately, and the man who clings on to him with the same force, as life seems to seep out of his eyes like sand. Like sand, right through Hannibal's hands and Hannibal needs everything out of it, but he needs to save it first. Because he hasn't held him enough.
Will Graham, whose bloodied palms move against Hannibal's arms and caress his bloodied face with an ephemeral amount of empathy and genuineness in his movement.
He feels he will stay with him forever, in that moment.
And Will? Will Graham lives every happy moment of his life right there, looking at Hannibal Lecter. He doesn't feel tired of life, of what it has brought him and took away from him; he could never feel tired when he's with him. That was one of the reasons he would always come back to him, no matter how much he didn't want to.
They became the music to each other's soul and now, whatever may happen, they must unconditionally and infinitely live and play their music - to the bone.
"If you love me, burn me alive. "
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A Pyre For A Lover | hannigram
Fanfiction"If you love me, burn me alive. " Parts - The Burning Of Love (Ardor), The Burning Of Vengeance (Incandescence), The Burning Of Loss (Embers). [WARNING : contains explicit and graphic scenes of murder, physical assault, sexual content, swearing, imp...
