Shirahime (shirahime) wrote in taintedquill, @ 2007-08-05 05:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | lecter/graham, red dragon |
[FIC] Beyond the Wall
Title: Beyond the Wall
Author: Shirahime
Pairing: Lecter & Graham
Rating: PG
Word Count: 804
Summary: Brief encounter at Hannibal’s cell. No real spoilers.
It was with trepidation that Will Graham walked down the hallway in the bowels of the psychiatric home that held the man who was the key in making headway in the case that he was working on. The lights shined dimly above as Will made his way down the corridor, his hand tightening on the file folder the closer he got to the end of the row of cells. Taking a deep breath, he drew nearer to the brightly-lit cell, its occupant rising from the bed at the sound of his footsteps.
“It’s nice to see you again so soon, Will,” Lecter’s voice came as he fixed the young man with a steady gaze. It was one that the older man reserved for fascinating subjects, whether that was an interesting mind, a piece of art, or a fine meal. The FBI agent before him had been one, almost two, of the three at one time.
Though the older man was the one standing in the cell, it was Graham that felt trapped, pinned by the intense gaze from the other’s eyes. He tried to steal his expression as Hannibal approached him.
‘There’s some new information on the case that you might be interested in seeing,” Will told him, pleased that his voice remained level.
A hand suddenly moved to press against the transparent wall separating Lecter from Graham. The younger man flinched at the motion before finding his calm again, as if he somehow thought that Lecter could reach past his confines to touch him. Hannibal canted his head to one side as he contemplated his former friend. He imagined that Will’s heart must be racing right now, the scent of thinly-veiled fear reaching him from the hallway beyond. Will’s heart, fresh and warm, pounding inside of his chest. Hannibal had wanted to put his hand on it that time in his study, the organ giving its last quivering beats as he pulled it from the young man’s body. As he pressed it to his lips, Will’s blood staining them bright red. He watched Graham’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed reflexively. It would have been a meal that Hannibal savored above all others he’d had.
Hannibal regarded the mask Will had made of his face, seeing the cracks in his façade, but not acknowledging them verbally. He glanced at the manila folder the man held tightly in one hand close to his body.
“Then let’s have a look at it, Will.”
Hannibal paced leisurely over to the other side of the cell, his hand trailing lightly over the smooth plexi-glass surface as he matched the younger man’s steps. His eyes were on Will and not the envelope as the young man pulled open the drawer to place the folder inside. Graham could sense the heat of Hannibal’s gaze on him as he slid the file into the cell. Finding his strength, he raised his eyes to meet Lecter’s. Hannibal’s eyes were like the color of venous blood freshly spilt as they glinted at him. Like the blood that had soaked into his crisp white shirt spreading out from the wound Hannibal had made in his gut. Like the blood on the knife that Hannibal had slipped out of him as smoothly as it had sunken into his flesh. There had been a moment looking up at the man as he lay on the floor that Will though Hannibal would lap the steel clean.
“I’ll give you some time to go over it,” Will found himself saying, remembering what the man had asked for at his last visit. Turning, Graham was glad to be heading back down the corridor, away from the subject of his nightmares.
“Have you been sleeping, Will?” Lecter called to him as he tried to hurry away, knowing full well that he likely figured prominently in whatever dreams the younger man was having. He watched Will freeze in his tracks as if riveted to the spot by his words. “After trauma, nightmares tend to be a common occurrence,” he continued.
Graham didn’t answer immediately. After a moment, he remarked without turning around, “That’s not really important, Dr. Lecter. If you could just look at the file, that’s all I need from you. I’m not in the mood for what you would consider therapy.”
Lecter smiled faintly as he watched the young man head down the hallway toward the stairs and freedom, his footfalls sounding heavy as they echoed off the walls of the corridor. Holding the file, Hannibal stroked the smooth surface of the folder where Graham had been holding it before opening it to thumb through the papers within. Things had been so dull before Will had come again, before he’d placed a new game in his lap that Hannibal was more than willing to play. It was almost like old times.
End.