Author: Screaming Ferret/IronAndSilver01
Author's Note: I can't really say where this came from, except that it was inspired by a famous line from Wuthering Heights, and a discussion I've been having with Gunner. Make of it what you will.
Disclaimer: Hannibal and Clarice belong to Thomas Harris. No copyright infringement intended. Wuthering Heights isn't mine either.
From Within
He is the whole of my being. He encompasses everything. He paints my world with the colors of fire, yet somehow I am not burned.
Instead, my mind is frozen. I cannot think, eat, sleep, breathe. I can only exist. And I am shit-scared.
This is obsession, pure and violent. This is passion beyond my dreams. And although he is not here, he does not have to be.
Because I [i]am[/i] Hannibal.
He does not need to be here to drive a knife into my heart, as I will do it gladly for myself.
The pain is exquisite.
It fills me, drives me, takes everything and gives nothing in return. He devours me from within. I need it.
I need him.
Love is overrated. There is no difference between Paradise and Hell.
Is it any wonder, then, that I am scared?
Author's Note: I can't really say where this came from, except that it was inspired by a famous line from Wuthering Heights, and a discussion I've been having with Gunner. Make of it what you will.
Disclaimer: Hannibal and Clarice belong to Thomas Harris. No copyright infringement intended. Wuthering Heights isn't mine either.
From Within
He is the whole of my being. He encompasses everything. He paints my world with the colors of fire, yet somehow I am not burned.
Instead, my mind is frozen. I cannot think, eat, sleep, breathe. I can only exist. And I am shit-scared.
This is obsession, pure and violent. This is passion beyond my dreams. And although he is not here, he does not have to be.
Because I [i]am[/i] Hannibal.
He does not need to be here to drive a knife into my heart, as I will do it gladly for myself.
The pain is exquisite.
It fills me, drives me, takes everything and gives nothing in return. He devours me from within. I need it.
I need him.
Love is overrated. There is no difference between Paradise and Hell.
Is it any wonder, then, that I am scared?