A/N: I don't know if I'll continue this or not; it could be fun to include the other knights in the Hannibal 'verse. Stay tuned :3
Disclaimer: This story is mine. The characters are not. Thank you.
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In the depths of his fevered nightmares, Will Graham found truth. More than truth, he found memories.
These were the dreams that came in brief, calming flashes between torturous and terrifying nightmares. How they could be calming, Will didn't understand, as they centered on killing and war. But not any kind of warfare he was familiar with; rather than a gun, he carried a bow and quiver, and a sword rested on his hip instead of an FBI badge.
What stood out most from these dreams, beyond the blood and death and adrenaline, were the faces. The face of a deeply-tanned, grim-faced man with short black curls and light eyes. A face set with mischievous dark eyes under wild black hair and bordered by a matching black beard. A round, heavy face, usually bearing a smile under cheerful eyes and a shaved, scarred head. The serious and kind face of another shaven-headed man. A woman with fiery red hair and a personality to match that shone from her eyes.
The two faces that stood out to Will the most, however, were wildly different. One had grimy, sun tanned skin; high cheekbones marked with dark tattoos; dirty, ragged hair that hung in his face; and dark eyes that saw everything. The other had deep blue eyes, framed with bronze curls and a fair beard, and a tiny, sideways cross-shaped scar above the right eye. Somehow, Will knew that, at least two him, these faces were the most important of any he saw. He saw them through years; a bronze-haired child, always cheerful and smiling, unmarked by years of vicious fighting by the side of a young man with dark hair tied back from his face, revealing dark blue tattoos on his cheekbones and a smirk on his lips. He saw them through thick and thin; through death and life, funerals and births. He saw the bronze hair fade to grey and the blue eyes dim. He saw both of their graves.
The first time he recognized any of the faces was the day he met Hannibal Lecter.