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Title: Surrounded By Darkness
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 25, Darkness
Author's Note: Sequel to "Finding the Answers."
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. su


He couldn't open his eyes. He didn't want to.

Will knew that Dr. du Maurier was slowly putting him under hypnosis, but he wasn't there yet. Rather. He was in soothing darkness, a comfortable cocoon of oblivion.

No, not oblivion. He wasn't unconscious; he knew of all that was going on around him. He knew that if he were to open his eyes, he would see both people sitting there, Hannibal and Dr. du Maurier. He knew that they were in the room, that they were watching and waiting.

And he knew that he was lying here on the couch, waiting for the moment when he would drift away and not think with his conscious mind for a while.

It was a strange feeling, to know that his mind would be on hold.

His mind would be somewhere in the past, reliving that attack. He didn't really consciously remember it; there were moments when bits and pieces would come back to him, but there was no memory of pain, of being beaten and bruised.

The thought of facing that again made him want to shrink away, but he had no choice. He had to go into the darkness of his memories and confront what had happened.

He would never have any peace of mind until he did. He would always want to shrink away from that part of his memory, and he'd always be afraid of it.

Over time, that fear would become paranoia, and if he let it grow, then it would take over his life. He didn't want that to happen. He knew that, given his singular personality, it would be all too easy for that fear to grow and develop rapidly.

He wasn't going to give in to that fear. He was going to conquer it.

If that meant going into the darkness of his mind and facing his fears head=on, then he'd do just that. It might not be easy, but then, nothing worth doing ever was.

The darkness was closing in now, starting to overtake him. Will almost smiled; it was more comfortable than he'd thought it would be, lying here listening to the soft voice of Dr. du Maurier, hearing the words that were supposed to send him into another world.

Maybe they would. Maybe he would finally have his answers in only a little while. He hoped so. He wanted those answers. He needed them.

With only a few more words, the darkness surrounded him completely.