E.A.U.

As the barista walked past Will, he whispered in his ear. “It’s on the house.” Hannibal left Will startled as he walked towards the bar with a smirk and started to make some nice, black coffee.

The smell of burnt sugar and melting candles lingered in the garden of Will and Hannibal. The garden was surrounded by the forest whose sound were dimming, just like the conversations of the killers, both holding a stick with a marshmallow on it. They enjoyed the sound of silence more then anyone. As Will saw the sun melt into the horizon, Hannibal silently looked at him with a small, sugary smile.

Will Graham would go into the woods alone. He’d make a modest fire with small branches and old, brown leaves. The sound of the softly crackling fire and the silent night sounds around him assembled into a symphony, whispering into Will’s ears. He’d look at the sky and dreamt away. Will didn’t realize that there was someone who was always watching him behind his back. His guardian angel, Hannibal.

[Unfortunately I don’t have much time these days to make loads of edits, but I will definitely try ;]

As the sun slowly sunk behind a curtain of creamy clouds, flowers enjoyed their last strokes of sun, before they’d sleep silently in the twilight. Next to the field of velvety flowers stood a small house. The two habitants of the house had long forgotten their tea and coffee, whom no longer steamed of warmth. The two had their heads wrapped in the clouds. Hannibal Lecter looked at Will and touched his breath-taking face. Will responded with a heavenly smile, his cheeks shining from the afterglow of the sun.

From time to time, Hannibal was away and Will was left all alone. Light would turn into darkness in Wolftrap. Will had this terrifying sense that if he’d turn off the lights hell would break loose. Raves would be flying in the gloomy night as lightning would strike and monsters would rise. But he knew he needed to fight his demons, until Hannibal returned. Will took at deep, trembling breath and looked once more, as he turned off the lights, surrounding himself in total darkness. 

Night had fallen. At nights like these Hannibal would stare into Will’s azure blue eyes and see heaven unlock right in front of him. He’d get sucked in space and float through galaxy clouds filled with millions of stars. A forever expanding universe. 

Running for the FBI wasn’t uncommon when you were two most dangerous man of the moment. Hannibal and Will ran off to Rome together. On warm mornings they would walk through the empty streets of Rome together, when everyone was still asleep. Hannibal would point at almost every astonishing architectural building and talk with a soft voice. Will didn’t really pay attention though. He preferred to look at the beautiful clouds which floated over the mighty city and he’d enjoy the warm sun strokes that touched his face. Together they held each others hands tightly as they walked through the ancient city.

Will called Hannibal for dinner. His call stayed unanswered. Will walked up the stairs and opened the bedroom door carefully. He chuckled as he saw Hannibal napping under a cozy blanket, his cheeks stroked by moonlight. Their dog looked up as Will closed the door softly and walked downstairs. Will ate dinner alone this night, happily. 

The two murder husbands slept until the afternoon after a rough day. It poured cold drops of liquid outside. As Will lit a nice candle, the strong smell of roasted coffee beans spread through the house. He put the two freshly made coffees on the table he asked Hannibal how he felt. When Hannibal didn’t react, Will looked up and let out a soft laugh as he saw Hannibal had dozed off, still holding a sigaret in his hand.

As Will Graham rested on the couch outside, where pleasant breezes would let his hair fly softly. He called Hannibal. Hannibal was far away. Finishing up aesthetically artwork, he told Will. Hannibal talked about delicate pink roses and creamy rose clouds. As Will looked at the pink sky he blushed and chuckled softly. 

After months of trying, Will Graham had finally convinced Hannibal Lecter. Finally the murder husbands were going to a place where every colour of the rainbow could be found. Rainbow flags rose in the air as Will showed Hannibal the lovely ambiance of people being themselves. It was nothing for Hannibal to go to such a thing, but there he was. Hannibal had never experienced the feeling of being accepted before. As rainbow light shone on the face of the cannibal, he looked at Will, smiling. Will was the gold you’d find at the end of the rainbow. 

Prince William stood on his balcony at night, staring at the noble King Hannibal. Something made Prince William fall deeply in love with the king, though he would marry a beautiful young princess in his promising future. He wasn’t sure whether it was his majestic gaze or his mighty eyes that made the young prince fall so madly in love. 

As Will stepped out of the car and walked towards the homeless dog. Hannibal watched Will take the best possible care of him. Will’s endless compassion for the fluffed creatures never stopped to amaze Hannibal. Will carefully pet the lonesome dog as if the animal could shatter into a million pieces any second and fed it thoroughly. Hannibal chuckled softly.

Will stood outside. Days occurred were Will couldn’t control his mind. Days where everything would get too much. As the sun left earth behind in a honey coloured glory and golden leaves unattached themselves from their branches, Will closed his eyes and shut down his reality. He thought about one individual only. The person sitting in front of the fireplace at night. The person with an orange glow who tasted like honey. The person slowly turned his sharp gaze towards Will. Will’s fractious thoughts slowly faded. Hannibal was the only one who could cure his damaged mind. 

The young Will decided to make some art. Though Will might’ve had a creative mind, drawing wasn’t his finest quality. After some time trying to create a masterpiece with a pencil, he bitterly gave up. When he looked up he noticed Hannibal sitting in front of him. The only thing Hannibal had to do was to look deeply into the eyes of the frustrated boy and give him a supporting smile. Will responded with a chuckling laugh. While in Will’s mind the drawing still sucked, he kept on working.

Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham had found themselves in a rather unpleasant situation. They managed to strand on a deserted island. The sun felt like fire on Hannibals head as he woke up. The island existed of green jungle surrounded by infinite blue water. Will was nowhere in sight. Hannibal feared the worst while he searched in despair. Suddenly he heard a voice from far. He turned around and saw Will waving with both his arms. Hannibal let out a sigh of relief. Will knew Hannibal didn’t want him to see his concerns for Will, but he did and smiled widely as he walked towards Hannibal.