Starter for @mxtamcrphcsis
TWO FEATHERS swaying in the wind, following the bowing of a conductor’s wand. The orchestra of their story coming to a succulent ending... or was it the rebirth? Instead of the ashes of a Phoenix, they had the lifeblood of a SEETHING, BELLOWING dragon. A coin of fate was flicked with the nail of a thumb, it twirled as they descended, clanked against the porcelain tile. The weight it carried, not in mass but in representation shattered the very fabric of time.
THE SPLASH was hardly felt against Hannibal’s back as the waves engulfed them. Time was languid as Hannibal heard the roses of their relationship blooming as crimson fed them. Back in his mind palace as his hazy state from the loss of vital fluid fleeing from his wounds. Clear waters mingled with red, ablution was being performed, their sins funnelling through the disrupted particles. Bones in fragments, fluid-soaked regalia, lacerated flesh, but now they were one combined.
A SACRIFICE. The Devil’s loose chains hung sweetly around Will’s wrists and ankles, keeping him stable yet he was not forced. Hardly fair given the magnitude of the Devil in Smoke.
WASHING UP on shore, Hannibal was the first to come to. A river of deep, red wine trailed behind them. Whiskey eyes glanced up with a pant, a waterfall of Dolarhyde’s sacrifice enticing a grin on his features, blasting his euphoria as the animalistic aspect of him howled at the moon. The blackened glow on their flesh only invigorated him, he was deeply proud of Will. Carrying the man of his deep affections in his arms, he’s stumbling along the loose and soft sand, the coolness refreshing as the wind moaned.
ENTERING a forbidden portal, his wearied body expelled breathless gasps. Death was at the door, knocking upon both sides, awaiting the ebbing couple, fresh plasma on his palm, painting a scene on Bedelia’s door, smearing the handle. An ominous, steady, slow hammering... was it his heart? His vision was blurring. Blackness. A thud.
HEALING began, an hour passed, warmth circumvented them as the doctor sat down by Will with the First Aid kit, among other elements that promoted rescue from catastrophic injury. “Here we are, existing yet again. Risen from the Froth of the Sea as the goddess Aphrodite did.” The man is licking his lips - having given Will whiskey as a distraction, his needle threading through his cheek, stitching up the, no doubt, additional scar.