Title: A Love Beyond Time
Author: AchillesLament & You_are_as_alone_as_i_am
Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Tags: #MHBB2019 , Hannigram , Reincarnation , Slow Burn, Mutual Pining , Falling in love, Love confessions , Angst and Fluff and Smut , Jealous Will Graham , Fate & Destiny, Possessive Hannibal, Eventual Happy Ending
Posting date: November 22, 2019
Hannibal Lecter begins having dreams of blue eyes and dark curls, the main focus of a series of dreams in which he experiences former lives with this man. A meeting at the behest of Jack Crawford proves to be quite surprising when he meets Will Graham, the man who shares the face of the one in his dreams, but are they dreams or are they memories?
A beautiful man with soft silken curls was the first image. He was on a white horse, smiling back and speaking of killing not being to his liking. Hannibal couldn’t remember his name, couldn’t clearly make out all of the details, save for his hair, striking blue eyes, beard, and his horse, but he was so exquisite that the dreary setting was made brighter just by his presence. A hawk flew overhead, and blood clung thickly to the air as they trotted off into the distance. The only thing he could remember apart from those aspects was the amount of unshakable love he felt then; a quiet knowing he couldn’t place.
The doctor rose from his bed and then made it up, getting dressed and ready for the day ahead. After breakfast, he headed to none other than Jack Crawford’s office. Helping the F.B.I. certainly had its advantages. Another look into the unknown, so to speak. With a mind able to run on multiple trains of thought at once, Doctor Lecter found himself recalling his dream. While not entirely clear, it was one of the more prominent ones he’d had in ages. Ah, but it was silly, he knew, but insightful. Perhaps a reminder that he was alone because he was unique.
After theorizing with Agent Crawford, Hannibal heard the door open, and when he turned around to see who entered, he couldn’t help but stare. Introductions were made, and then it was back to business. Will Graham. It was harder than usual to keep his focus but he was nothing if not extremely disciplined. He turned back to the display board of photos, ones with girls missing or dead, and kept a straight face as Jack continued talking about the latest. Then Will spoke of taste.
Unable to help himself, Hannibal looked back at him, “Do you have trouble with taste?”
Will huffed through tight lips and flared nostrils, hands firmly in his pockets as he paced back towards Jack’s desk. He kept his gaze at the floor, only briefly looking at the other man. “My thoughts are often not very tasty,” he replied.
“Nor mine. No effective barriers,” Hannibal stated placidly, continuing to secretly admire the work on the wall. He glanced back but only briefly, the imagery of wilder chocolate curls flashing behind his eyes. Astounding.
Will Graham already had managed to captivate him more so than anyone had ever done.
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