At new years.. you posses your soulmates body? maybe hannigram over the years? with a happy ending though? :') (you make my mornings with your writing, thank you!) - petite-mortem
Here you are, my dear. I hope this makes a morning for you, thank you! :)
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
It’s going to happen again, he just knows it.
But he’s ready this time.
Last year he’d seen one word, scrawled on a post it note on his desk.
The word was in English, but he understood.
So that’s where Hannibal is standing, wearing the nicest suit he owns.
Maybe he’ll get more than a few seconds this time.
He wants to see his soulmate’s face.
He closes his eyes. And opens someone else’s.
They’re blue, and wide, and beautiful.
There’s another post-it, stuck to the unfamiliar mirror in front of him. Hannibal peels it off with lovely fine-boned hands that don’t belong to him.
Hannibal looks at Will in the mirror, touches the halo of soft curling hair that frames his face. He presses one fingertip to the bottom lip of a cherubic mouth and feels himself - but not himself - tremble.
“Will,” he says, except he doesn’t, just gets his mouth around the W before shadow swings around him and sucks him away in a flash of dark stars.
When he comes to, he is himself again. On his mirror, in his own room, are the smudges of a handprint. He knows that hand now. He holds his own palm against it and imagines he can still feel the heat of Will’s hand from the inside.
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