As dark a heart as mine
Disclaimer: I don't own Hannibal.
Dedicated to Kyra
It was a dark night, as Will Graham was sleep-walking through the woods, it was the stag again – its crimson eyes caressed Wills form as he wandered… it slowly walked up to him, its breath misting the air before him. It was truly secretive the way the huge stag loped, it was almost as if it knew Will, that it knew what would wake him from his slumber. The black stag huffed at Will, waking him from his deep sleep, his red eyes staring deep in to Wills, only to render him unconscious.
The dark stag morphed as Will was sent falling to the floor, as muscular, tanned arms wrapped themselves tenderly around the waist of his victim. 'Sleep well, dear William' a deep Lithuanian accent rumbled through the dark forests and into Will's subconscious.
As Will woke the next morning, the same accent was still rumbling through his head. Throughout the day Will had flashes of dark skin and hair, but the deepest blue eyes that he had ever seen. It was early evening, when Jack called with a case for him to solve, it was a man that obviously had been stabbed through the heart, 'This is my design' Will spoke as he figured out what had exactly happened to the poor man.
During the next two days, Will had been trying to figure out who the voice in his dreams belonged to, he knew that the voice was instinctively male and he knew the accent was unique. One thing about Will was that he would be with anyone who made him feel safe, and yet this man had a contrast about him, he seemed terrifying and he gave Will shivers but never had Will felt to safe… so protected in another's arms.
It seemed stupid to Will, but maybe… just maybe… this man was his soulmate.
The phone rang loudly as Will pulled himself out from under the covers and picked up the phone, 'William, I apologise for waking you up so late but I am outside, I know you have been unwell so I have made you something' a deep voice crooned down the receiver.
Will smiled crookedly to himself as he pulled himself up and plodded his way to the front door in only a pair of pyjama pants. 'Doctor Lector' Will smiled 'come in' he gestured with his pale hand towards the kitchen. As Will turned his back, Dr Lector watched the muscles in Wills back jump and flex in the cold air, you would not be able to tell that he was toned so if he had been wearing one of his trade mark, baggy shirts.
The hairs on Wills back stood up when he innocently looked over his shoulder and saw Dr Lector checking him out. A dark, cherry coloured blush spread across Wills face as he realised that fact, it was when he looked again that Dr Lector caught him staring and looked into his eyes.
The deep pools of sapphire shocked will, as he then realised how dark Dr Lector's skin was and the dark colour of his hair. It was only then that Will realised the slight accent in the doctor's voice… Will collapsed as he brain rapidly thought over the information it discovered.
'It's…Dr Lector… It's you!'