Authors note: This will be a multi-chapter fic, yes I will in fact be planning the chapters out, unlike all my other stories. Enjoy and review.

Spoiler warning: This story will involve quotes/plot themes from Thom Harris's novels and the Hannibal movies. Plus, y'know...the show.

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Breathing in the night sky I feel better. A chunk of yellow rotting moon hangs, but I open up to it and let it howl. The night pounding through my veins and throbbing into my fingertips and singing across skin stretched tight on my neck and I feel it all change.

The black wings reached out from deep inside and spread across the night sky and propel me forward.

He's standing there, thin lips smirking from underneath irises the color of the sky. And he's so...proud. So, hungry.

This is my design.

It's at this part in the dream that Will wakes, sweat brushing his face and hair matted to the pillow he's clenching in a vice like grip.

Blearily blinking his sits, far too fast, and has to grip the sheets for support when he feels his head start to spin. His dogs look in on him, mildly interested but far too tired to actually show concern, before their heads find their way back to their own pillows.

As Will fumbles for his glasses he debates calling Dr. Lector.

It was he, after all, that was dreamt of.

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Accidental is such a horrible word. It stands for all the things Hannibal dislikes. It is random, messy, unplanned and therefore dangerous. It is the word that will get him caught someday, because in spite of all the care in the world, something accidental can still happen and, in this world of ragged chaotic chance, it always does.

Will Graham however, is such a...nice accident.

Even before waking entirely he knows it is him, the piercing ring of the phone breaks the cold silence and he knows.

"Dr. Lector." Will states, breath seemingly empty. Hannibal hums from the other end of the line.

"William. And to what do I owe this...pleasure?" He asks after a moment, deciding not to talk about the fact that it's ten past three in the morning and there's a roast in the kitchen that still needs another good ten hours of preparation and he needs to be at full concentration when he steams the vegetables to their peak. Liver is difficult to prepare after all.

"Dr., I'd like to schedule an appointment. If that's all right." His voice shakes subtly on the other end and Hannibal is almost certain that if he were to breathe in hard and carefully that he would smell everything that Will is.

Cheap Christmas aftershave and dog breath cotton, exhaustion laced pheromones and the metallic scent of his mouth.

"Of course. Dreams I presume?"

Hannibal doesn't know but Will clenches his fingers into his palm until small white crescents push forth. He rubs his eyes as he responds.

"Dr. Lector I-I am afraid."

Hannibal is quiet for a moment or two. He would deny it later but his lips spread thinly as a sadistic joy caressed his insides.

"See you in the morning William."