Title: All the Colors of Love
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 50ficlets
Prompt: 1, Flowers
Author's Note: Sequel to "Dancing Through Their Lives."
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Hannibal Lecter or Will Graham, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.
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Will frowned at the computer screen in front of him, then sighed.Who would have thought that picking out flowers for his wedding would be such a difficult thing to do? There were so many, and he couldn't decide between them.
The lilies were beautiful, and he thought they smelled heavenly but weren't lilies supposed to be for a funeral, not a wedding? And even though he loved lilacs, he didn't know if Hannibal would appreciate all that purple. He had no idea what kind of flowers his fiancé liked.
They could always go with the traditional red and white roses, he thought with a sigh. He liked roses. But that just seemed like following a pattern.
He didn't want to do that. He wanted their wedding to be unique.
Nothing wrong with that, Will thought defensively, sitting back in his chair. Everyone should want their wedding to be something special, not just following traditions.
He really needed to talk to Hannibal about this, he thought with another sigh. He was out of his depth trying to do things like picking out flower arrangements.
If he was more socially adept, then he'd be able to do things like this, he told himself. He would know what each flower was supposed to represent, and he'd be able to pick out exactly what he wanted. But he couldn't help feeling that he needed Hannibal's input on this.
Hannibal had told him that he had carte blanche with the flowers, that he would like anything Will wanted to choose. But now, he felt hopelessly lost at sea.
This shouldn't be so hard, he thought, feeling a little resentful. Nobody should feel like they were floundering over such a simple thing as choosing flowers.
He stared at the screen, filled with pictures of flowers.
Will had no way of knowing which of these would look best at their wedding. He had never felt so helpless to make a decision, so unsure about what he wanted.
What would Hannibal choose if he was here? he thought. He squinted at the screen, trying to put himself into his fiance´'s mind. But that felt impossible.
He had no idea what Hannibal would choose. Will sighed softly, wishing that he could simply close the computer and walk away, and let someone else choose all of this. Someone who had better taste in these kinds of things than he did, someone with more experience.
He should let Hannibal choose the flowers, he thought with another sigh. But then he wouldn't have what he wanted for their wedding -- well, whatever that was.
He was completely unsure as to what he wanted. There were so many choices that it felt as if he was snowed under by them, bombarded with too much information.
Hannibal would be able to look at all of these pictures, give them careful consideration, and then make a choice between them all. His choice would be informed, and whatever he picked out would be appropriate. He would know what meaning was attached to each flower, each color.
Will sighed again, propping his chin in his hands as he stared intently at the screen. He wished that he had some clue of what each flower and color meant.
But then, the meanings weren't all that important, were they? Hannibal had said that it was what he liked that was important. What flowers he wanted to have.
He just wished that he could simply make a choice.
And then, as he gazed at all of the different choices of flowers, a small bouquet in a picture tucked into a corner of the screen caught his eye, and Will perked up.
The flowers were beautiful. Roses, of different colors, hues that he knew couldn't be natural. But that didn't matter. They were beautiful, and he loved them.
He looked at the caption on them: "Kaleidoscope roses." The colors jumped out at him; they were so bright, so intense. And he knew, the longer he looked at them, that they were exactly what he wanted. They would be perfect for their wedding, and perfect for his feelings.
All the colors of love were in that bouquet. All the things that he felt for Hannibal, all the love that was in his heart, all of his hopes and dreams for their future together.
He couldn't have found more perfect flowers. The thought of showing these to Hannibal almost made him glow with pride and anticipation.
No other flowers would do. These were the perfect choice.
These would be absolutely perfect. They almost seemed to call to him from the screen; if he closed his eyes, he could smell their sweet scent from where he sat.
All those colors! Will told himself, smiling. They were truly a feast for the eyes. They were beautiful, all swirling together. Every color of every emotion that he felt for Hannibal, everything that he wanted to say but found it so hard to articulate in mere words.
These flowers were the colors of his heart, the colors of his love. All swirled together to form one huge, beautiful bouquet that burst with joy and love and hope.
After all, that was what a wedding celebration was all about.
Now that he had found the perfect flowers, he just had to show them to Hannibal. But he didn't think that would be hard to do; his fiancé would approve of his choice.
Somehow, he just knew that Hannibal would love these flowers. And something told him that from now on, he would find bouquets of kaleidoscope roses in their home, and that these would be the flowers of choice any time that Hannibal gave him a bouquet, or even a single rose.
All the colors of love were here, and he would never tire of looking at them, Will thought with a soft smile. And he was sure that Hannibal would feel the same.
He had truly found the perfect flowers for the perfect wedding.
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