Title: What He Saw
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: Sentence Prompts, getyourwordsout
Prompt: Tell me what you ____.
Author's Note: Sequel to "Untamed Spirit."
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 frowned when he heard a knock on the door, a knock that sounded more like pounding. Yes, it was pounding, loud and urgent.His frown deepened as he got to his feet and made his way to the front door, wondering who would be here at this hour. They were lucky that he had been downstairs in his study, going over a few patient files; if he hadn't been, he might have ignored the frenzied pounding.
But it sounded too frantic to let it go on. He couldn't let whoever it was keep that up; it would drive him insane if he didn't find out who it was and make them stop.
He pulled the door open, ready to reprimand the person outside.
His eyes widened when he saw Will standing there, his blue eyes wide, looking tousled and more than a little .... well, crazed was the word.
"Will, what's happened?" Hannibal immediately felt concerned at the state that Will was in; he had rarely seen the young man like this. Will usually managed to keep his emotions hidden; he was quite skilled at dissembling, at presenting a poker face to the world.
"I-I saw something in my dreams. Something that scared the hell out of me, and I can't get it out of my head," Will blurted out, barging past him into the foyer.
That was unlike Will. Usually he waited to be asked inside.
But it was obvious that Will was upset, and Hannibal wanted to calm him down, if he could. He also wanted to know what the young man had seen.
If Will had seen this in his dreams, then it was very likely only a figment of his fevered imagination, and he shouldn't be worried about it at all. But perhaps it was a remnant of something that Will had seen in his line of work, in which case, it might be more serious.
Whatever Will had seen, he wanted to know what it was, if he could get the agitated young man to describe it. He hoped that Will was in a fit state of mind to talk.
He wouldn't have come here if he didn't want to talk about it, would he? Hannibal carefully led Will into the living room, seating him on the couch.
"Will, what did you see?" Hannibal peered at the young man, trying to read from Will's expression whether this was something he was prepared to talk about in depth or not. Will seemed receptive to the thought of talking, but with him, one could never be sure.
"I-I .... I don't know." Will shook his head, taking a deep breath. "Maybe it was just a dream. Maybe it's not real. But it .... it felt real."
"What was it?" Hannibal asked again, trying to encourage Will to talk.
"It was a .... a stag," Will whispered, his voice trembling. "With a man's body. Well, it was a stag's antlers on a man. And it .... it h-had your f-f-face."
Hannibal blinked, surprised by Will's words. So Will saw him as a stag in his dreams? That was one of the most interesting things he'd ever heard. He had no idea why Will's subconscious would view him as such, but he liked the idea.
A stag was powerful. A stag had .... control. Perhaps that was what Will really wanted, even though he had a hard time admitting to the fact.
He wanted someone to control him.
He wanted someone to take control of his life, because he felt that events and perhaps emotions as well were moving too quickly for him, slipping out of his hands.
Hannibal knew that he could use that to his advantage. He could use Will's fears, his subconscious feelings, to bind the young man closer to him. And he fully intended to do so. That would be a good way to gain Will's trust, to lull Will into complacency.
Will had just given him an open doorway into that beautiful mind.
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