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Title: The Letter
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 4, Letter
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. soar


Will awakened to find himself alone in Hannibal's bed; a quick glance at the clock told him that he still had a little over an hour before he had to be at work, so he wasn't late. He had just enough time to take a shower and enjoy breakfast with his lover.

It was obvious that Hannibal had already showered and gone downstairs to start his day; Will felt a little disappointed that they hadn't woken up together.

But that rarely happened, so he had no reason to feel as though he was missing out, he assured himself as he made his way to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Stepping under the spray, he raised his face to the warm water, enjoying the feel of it cascading over his body.

Though he wished that spray was Hannibal's hands.

It didn't take him long to shower and dress; within fifteen minutes, he was on his way down the stairs and into the kitchen, where he assumed that Hannibal would be. He found that he wasn't wrong; the other man was at the stove, flipping pancakes.

"Good morning, Will." Hannibal glanced over his shoulder at the young man, giving him a rare smile. "I see you're up earlier than usual when you spend the night here. I'm glad of that; I wouldn't want to send you off to your day without breakfast."

Will nodded, sliding into a chair at the table. Hannibal had already put juice and coffee by his plate; he picked up the coffee, sipping it. Just the way he liked it; Hannibal made sure of that. He sighed contentedly, leaning forward, then frowning when he noticed a letter by Hannibal's plate.

"What's this?" he asked, knowing that he probably shouldn't ask, and wanting to reach out and pick up the letter, but not daring to. He knew that would more than likely annoy Hannibal; if his lover wanted to tell him what was in the letter, then he would do so in his own time.

Hannibal turned, depositing a stack of pancakes on Will's plate.

"Oh, that?" he asked, his voice deliberately nonchalant. "Oh, just a letter asking me to take a job across the country, in Los Angeles. I'm thinking about doing so. It would be a nice change of pace, and I do get tired of the cold winters here."

Will looked up, stricken, his appetite gone. Leaving? Hannibal was thinking about leaving? This letter could take his lover away from him?

He could do nothing but sit there and watch Hannibal making breakfast, knowing that the food would taste like ashes in his mouth. He had to ask about that letter and know what it said -- especially if it meant that his whole life would be turned upside down.