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Title: Softly Falling Snow
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: Personal Challenge, 1drabble
Prompt: 3, Snow
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.


Will came downstairs after he'd showered and changed into clean clothes, to find Hannibal washing dishes at the kitchen sink. He felt slightly embarrassed about that; he usually took better care of the place than he'd been doing lately, but he had been distracted.

Hannibal turned when Will came into the kitchen, putting the last dish on the drying rack and turning off the water in the sink. "Are you ready to go?"

Will was a bit taken aback by his lover's tone; he hadn't expected Hannibal to sound so matter-of-fact. But still, he nodded, sighing as he did so. "Yeah, I guess I am. Might as well get this started, I guess. The sooner it starts, the sooner I'll know if I lose everything."

Hannibal frowned at those words, but didn't answer them.

Will shrugged into his jacket, not looking at Hannibal. It felt as though a wall had been erected between the two of them after their intimacy; he felt as though he was being locked out of Hannibal's affections, even if the other man was here with him.

He shouldn't think like that, Will told himself firmly. Hannibal was the person who was here, taking care of him, making sure that he made it to the hospital. He might not be affectionate, but he was proving that he cared. He wouldn't be here if that wasn't true.

But he still felt alone, and colder than he'd ever felt before. He felt as though he was being buried under softly falling snow; it might look pretty and benevolent, but it would slowly freeze him to death, and cut him off from the rest of the living world.

Hannibal was like that snow; he might seem as though he only wanted what was best for Will, but something in the back of his mind told him to be careful, not to trust Hannibal as much as he wanted to, that this man was more dangerous than he realized.

He didn't want to listen to that warning.

Will desperately wanted to tell himself that Hannibal did care, that they'd just had sex and that it had meant something to both of them. But he couldn't help feeling that Hannibal was pulling away from him, pulling a mask into place.

He was building up those already impenetrable walls even higher, and there was no way that Will could break through them, no matter how hard he tried.

The snow was falling, and Will couldn't help feeling that soon, it would cover him completely. And once it did, there was no coming back. He would be lost forever, wandering in a world that was devoid of any life until he gave in and ceased to exist.