Title: Heat of the Sun
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: Personal Challenge, 1drabble
Prompt: 14, Sun
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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Hannibal sighed as he let the curtains fall across his bedroom window; he didn't usually watch the sun come up, but be hadn't been able to sleep last night. He had been waiting for a phone call that never came, the call he'd expected Will to make to him.Will was proving to be more of an enigma than he had thought.
He had been so sure that the young man would call him, that Will would try to reach out. But the long night had finally passed, and there had been no word from Will. If he'd had some kind of crisis last night, he had managed to make it through on his own.
In any other case, Hannibal might have admired that kind of tenacity. In Will, it proved annoying. He didn't want the young man to make it through on his own.
He wanted Will to reach out to him. He wanted Will to need him.
Will probably did need him, far more than his stubborn mind would let him admit. Will was used to being alone, to not needing anyone in his life, to not letting anyone in. It still amazed Hannibal at times that he'd been allowed into Will's life as much as he had been.
It was almost admirable that Will had made it through so much of his life hidden behind those walls he kept up around himself. But it was time for those walls to come down.
Not for anyone else, of course. Only for him. Those walls should melt in the heat of the sun that he shone upon the darkness of Will's life, crumbling to the ground like melted wax.
He should be allowed entrance not only into Will's body, but into his heart and soul as well. Will had to need him so desperately that he would turn to Hannibal for anything; he had to have Will's complete trust in every possible way.
Until he had that trust, he couldn't put his plans for Will into motion.
He had to become the benevolent sun in Will's sky, the one who Will gravitated towards. Until that goal was achieved, he would simply be spinning his wheels.
That wasn't something he could tolerate. He was already becoming quite impatient; he wasn't ready for Will's demise to be orchestrated yet, but neither did he want to waste time. He wanted to hurry things along, and he had thought that telling Will about his illness would achieve that.
Apparently, he had been wrong in that assumption.
Hannibal turned away from the window, walking to his closet to choose his clothes for the day. He would have to take another tack in the subjugation of Will Graham -- one that he would begin by isolating Will even more than he was already.
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