Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Red Dragon
Romance: Red Dragon
Title: A Mad Romantic
Author: Evilremmy
Stage: 2. Romance
Paring and Setting: Will Graham/Dr. Hannibal Lecter, Red Dragon
Author's Notes: I did this at the last minute. Shame. I am so, so proud of this piece, but I won't get any reviews :P
A Mad Romantic
Romanticism for Hannibal Lecter is Mozart and Beethoven, Turner and Constable, Blake, Yeats and Byron. It is Victor Hugo, Coleridge and Wordsworth and Tchaikovsky! True romance is a far cry from the misery and madness represented by these epitomes of human achievement. But it does meet one standard. For him, romance is as difficult to touch as those far away opiate dreams of Byrons’, or the deep and buried memories that Wordsworth committed to pen. It is a distant concept, like music playing in a distant room - almost recognizable, if only you could hear the timbre of the music through the thick brick and noise reducers. Dr. Lecter cannot grip romance in his hand, not unless he is using it in farce and trickery. To harm, Hannibal can use it as a weapon. He can canoodle his way into anyone’s lap, and then strike them where it hurts; he’s done it before, used his charm to kill. But when he wants the power of romance, it is elusive. Right now, it is escaping him.
Will Graham stands before him; this spectre, this living human being. People would call him a monster, some already did behind his back. They called him a monster, too. He has brought him here to this empty opera house by notes and cajoling. He could have brought backup, but he had come alone. The two of them have a score to settle. Long ago, two threads were strung between the fingers of the Fates to take their trim, but survived by sheer determination. Now, Will thinks that his time has come. This final chapter must be sung in duet only, and eventually it will be only a solo.
Lecter has other ideas. He has other intentions for the duet.
The soft sound of a waltz - the Moonlight Sonata - hums through the building, the far away notes coming clear as the movement progresses. Lecter’s maroon eyes find a glint of crimson to light them even in this light, and he steps forwards, a needle concealed in the palm of his hand.
And as the crucial notes sound loud and emotional in the dusty air, he says, “Would you care to dance, Will?”
Title: A Mad Romantic
Author: Evilremmy
Stage: 2. Romance
Paring and Setting: Will Graham/Dr. Hannibal Lecter, Red Dragon
Author's Notes: I did this at the last minute. Shame. I am so, so proud of this piece, but I won't get any reviews :P
A Mad Romantic
Romanticism for Hannibal Lecter is Mozart and Beethoven, Turner and Constable, Blake, Yeats and Byron. It is Victor Hugo, Coleridge and Wordsworth and Tchaikovsky! True romance is a far cry from the misery and madness represented by these epitomes of human achievement. But it does meet one standard. For him, romance is as difficult to touch as those far away opiate dreams of Byrons’, or the deep and buried memories that Wordsworth committed to pen. It is a distant concept, like music playing in a distant room - almost recognizable, if only you could hear the timbre of the music through the thick brick and noise reducers. Dr. Lecter cannot grip romance in his hand, not unless he is using it in farce and trickery. To harm, Hannibal can use it as a weapon. He can canoodle his way into anyone’s lap, and then strike them where it hurts; he’s done it before, used his charm to kill. But when he wants the power of romance, it is elusive. Right now, it is escaping him.
Will Graham stands before him; this spectre, this living human being. People would call him a monster, some already did behind his back. They called him a monster, too. He has brought him here to this empty opera house by notes and cajoling. He could have brought backup, but he had come alone. The two of them have a score to settle. Long ago, two threads were strung between the fingers of the Fates to take their trim, but survived by sheer determination. Now, Will thinks that his time has come. This final chapter must be sung in duet only, and eventually it will be only a solo.
Lecter has other ideas. He has other intentions for the duet.
The soft sound of a waltz - the Moonlight Sonata - hums through the building, the far away notes coming clear as the movement progresses. Lecter’s maroon eyes find a glint of crimson to light them even in this light, and he steps forwards, a needle concealed in the palm of his hand.
And as the crucial notes sound loud and emotional in the dusty air, he says, “Would you care to dance, Will?”