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Title: Enclosed By Darkness
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 1, Clouds
Author's Note: Sequel to "An Unattainable Dream."
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 sat up in bed, his blue eyes wide.

The dream he'd just awakened from had been one of the most frightening things he'd ever experienced.

He had seen his own death.

He pressed a hand to his chest, gulping in air. The dream was still with him, so real, so vivid, that for a moment, he wondered if he was still caught up in it.

But no, he was lying here in bed beside Hannibal, who fortunately hadn't been awakened by the cry that he had uttered when he'd awakened. He glanced over at his fiancé, relieved that Hannibal was still sleeping, a peaceful expression on his face.

Why had he been plagued by such a frightening dream? There was no reason for that kind of thing to happen, not now when he was so happy.

That dream had been so unsettling, so terrifying.

He had been outside in a storm, and unable to find Hannibal anywhere. Rain had been pouring down, soaking him, disorienting his senses.

Had he been in the woods surrounding his house? Nothing was familiar -- no landmarks, nothing that he could say he'd ever seen before. He'd been lost, unable to find his way out of those woods, and the vegetation had seemed to be closing in around him.

Then he'd stumbled into a clearing -- and what he'd seen there had made his blood run cold. Maybe he had screamed in the dream; he didn't really remember.

The man with the stag's head had been there, a bloody knife clutched in his hands. And he had raised that knife and taken a step towards Will.

Dark clouds had scudded across the sky overhead, blocking out the moonlight. And Will had closed his eyes, giving in to whatever his fate might be, giving up. He hadn't tried to run; he had simply stood there and waited for that knife to descend, to cut his life short.

He'd heard a boom of thunder -- or was it his own heart beating out its last rhythm? -- and then he had felt a searing pain through his body.

That was when he had awakened, gasping for breath.

It was almost as though he could still see those dark clouds overhead, obscuring everything around them, taking away all the light from the world.

Will expelled a shaky breath, lying down beside Hannibal again and pulling the covers up to his shoulders. He wasn't out in the woods alone, being confronted by some frightening apparition. He was here, safe in bed with the man he loved. Nothing was going to harm him.

There was no reason to be afraid. No reason not to be able to sleep, when he was safe with Hannibal. There was nothing here to be wary of.

But still, it was a long time before he managed to fall asleep again.

And outside, dark clouds did obscure the light of the moon.

The entire world seemed to be enclosed by darkness.

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