The waves were ferocious. They hammered into Wills body like icy fists, as he tried desperatley to find Hannibal below the surface of suffocating black.
Black, the word echoed in a corner of Will's mind, like the blood of the Great Red Dragon in the moonlight. And surrounded in darkness, he may aswell have been engulfed in the Dragons blood, he had been engulfed in the act of killing him, after all. Beautiful, he had called it.
Though the prickling cold water had broken the trance and torn Will from Hannibals arms, the dim light of the house from the top of the cliff kept the image fresh in his mind. Will had stabbed and clawed and slashed, the whole time filled with ecstacy. There was no escaping that truth.
For a moment he contemplated allowing himself to disappear into the rolling atlantic. 'Can't live with him, can't live without him', Bedilia's words manifested like a hissing snake, willing him to go under. He might have too, if Hannibal hadn't called out to him at that moment.
He was a few metres away, fighting against the current. Not for the first time, Will questioned his mortality. With guilty relief, he swam to him, the current now reciprocal. They clung to one another for a few moments, catching their breath, and Will found a sense of calm that only existed around Hannibal.
As sirens began to sound in the distance, Hannibal guided Will towards a small, damp cave with a rock floor just big enough to accomodate the two of them. Though the water had washed them clean, fresh blood was running from their injuries and Will felt a particulary sharp pain were the knife had slit his cheeck. As if he could sense this, Hannibal placed a gentle hand to the injury. Will rested against it, not bothering to fight his compulsion towards him, now that he had revealed himself.
As the sirens grew louder and the red and blue light reflected off the cliff face, they rested against eachother, both consumed in pain but comforted by the other's presense. Wincing slightly, Hannibal removed his top, his damp skin glistening, and pressed the material hard against Wills chest to stop the bleeding.
The FBI would think them dead. That was Wills plan. Ever since he'd witnessed the mutilation of Dr Chilton on video, he'd known his and Hannibal's death would be filmed too. The FBI were probably watching them fall right now. He hadn't told Hannibal, but once he allowed himself to be guided to the edge of the cliff, Will knew he understood.
And so they'd fallen, wrapped in eachother,completed by one another. Jack Crawford wouldn't be able to send a search party out for thier bodies until sunrise and so supposing they lived that long, they'd have time to disappear.