#complete with angst + too many greek mythology references + brainrot + hannibal book lore + gothic imagery + all my tears !!

[ghostdrinkssoup]

Summary:

There’s fifteen seconds between falling and breaking; the rising of the tide; an opening mouth; a clock ticking backwards.

Porcelain waves shatter against black rock. The water yields to violence, then reshapes itself.

There’s fifteen seconds, and in that time, as he is sheltered by the man he loves, Hannibal welds himself together again, memory by memory, piece by piece, body baptised by blood, moon and sea.

The rooms of his memory palace shatter until every door swings open, revealing the mutilation he carries inside. Ugly. Wretched. Monstrous.

There’s fifteen seconds, and this is it.

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Or, in the moments before the fall, Hannibal reflects on how he got here, and all the ways Will has ruined him.

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