Me: posted this on tumblr, but forgot to post it here.
Will's POV
Loneliness of a broken man cold and worn. The world screaming at him from all sides and never staying quiet. What a shattered man you are as you lean back into the cold wooden wall as you wait. It is raining. You here it from the windows. It is loud and defining.
Drops of water trail down your wet curly hair and cascade over you neck in small beads. You've just gotten out of the shower moments go, but felt the distinct need to sit on the cold floor near the front door of you house. Thoughts consume ever aspect of you fable mind. However there is no one there to see the inner workings of your mind drenched with dark intent.
The deaths of innocent victims. Then the corpses of their mutilated and dismembered body's piled heavily across the surface of your mind. Blood is everywhere, covering the body's like a deep red vail. It's beautiful, in a sense but it is also horrid and gruesome. People with no names and faces hold no meaning to you only the beauty of their deaths.
He'll be home some. Just like always. He will fix you. He always fixes you. You are his most prized possession. Everything you are is because of him.
He'll be home soon.
You laugh mirthless and dry as Winston comes over and rests his head on your lap as you continue to wait for HIM to come home. Such a loyal stray Winston is and the others soon fallow as well laying around you, warming you from the cold.
Blood paints such lovely pictures in your mind and you lightly pat Winston on the head. Oh how you wish the silence would stop eating away at your sanity, yet, the feeling is quite nice. You do not seem to care that you might be a tad unstable.
The sound off a car pulling up to the house grabs your attention. He's home.
You smile.
The front door opens and he now stands before you. "Will, you are not cold?" He asks, but of course; you do not answer. Instead you use your eyes to speak. With a half smile he kneels in front of you to grasp your face in his large warm hands. He is pitying you. He then leans over your shoulder and lips caress up the side of your neck. The dogs take this as their time to leave and they all head inside the guest room down the hall.
"Hello, Will." He purrs sweetly into your ear, messing your wet curls with his breath. "Did you miss me?"
"Yes, Hannibal." You answer without hesitation on your part. His smile widens as you continue on. "I missed you." The words tumbling from you lips, because you can not lie to him. He knows you too well.
It's always a pleaser to be with him. He takes the loneliness away and fills it with love and comfort. However, once he leaves it all comes flooding back and your mind is incased by blood, screams for help, and loneliness. Hannibal notices that your thoughts are wandering and he chuckles lightly, moves his hands to caress your arms with a mild type of possessiveness. Every part of you is his, and you know this. You'll never forget. He loves the fevered sickness of your empathy and how no matter what… you can't turn it off or ignore it.
"You are truly beautiful, my dear Will." Hannibal whispers thickly and huskily against your neck adding peppering kisses over the damp pale skin. "Come, let me make you something to eat. I am sure that you are hungry." It is not a command but you still get up and head to the kitchen anyway.
You wonder who you're going to eat tonight.