He closed his eyes for a moment, his hand pressing firmly on Will’s throat. Hannibal extended his arm and reached to Will’s neck. The water cleaned them of blood other than their own. Hannibal was lying down on his side, watching Will. He reached shallow water and dragged Will’s unmoving body on the shore, before collapsing next to him. He pulled a strong breath in, air tumbling down his trachea and into his lungs. The sharp pain he felt was a memento of the fact that he was alive, and so was Will, and Hannibal would not let anything change that. The water was ice cold, Will was heavy, and Hannibal felt exhausted, but he had to keep on moving, keep on fighting.
He watched the bubbles of air go up and he followed them towards the surface, while holding Will with one of his arms. Everything around them was dark and blurry and Hannibal had to let go of the air he was holding inside. If the shock of the impact had not killed them – and it hadn’t, the pain felt real – then the cold water would. Hannibal had to hurry up and bring Will to the surface. Hannibal was still holding onto Will, but the latter seemed to be unconscious, floating motionlessly. The water was dark and cold and stinging. Hannibal opened his eyes and looked around. The sound of wind and waves stopped, being replaced with a low rumble. They hit the water and broke the surface tension, diving in rapidly. He took a deep breath, his lungs filling up with clean and cold air, his chest enlarging. The air was violently hissing, and Hannibal could feel the smell of salty water. Hannibal however was vigorously clinging to life, fighting for his life and fighting for Will’s life, fighting for both of them. He wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. If their fate was to die together, clenched in a passionate embrace, so be it. Will opened his eyes and stared into Hannibal’s in a moment of understanding and acceptance. With a preterhuman effort, he twisted in air and pulled his body so that he would hit water first. He had to make sure Will was protected from the shock. He had to make sure they were falling in water without hitting any rocks. Hannibal became aware of the severity of their situation. They were holding onto each other with desperate grips, limbs tangling and blood mixing. Beyond time and existence, ripped from eternity.Īnd then they fell, and they kept on falling, rolling down through the harsh air, dislocating reality with their ravished bodies. Above the ocean, above the sky, above wavy time unfolding beneath them. For a glimpse of a second they were above all else. Ever-changing seasons, weather systems, the gravity pull, the bluff eroding, the moonlight pouring into open wounds.
The animal kingdom, the plants, the minerals, the jungles, the slugs and snails, the iron and gold, the innocence of a wolf and the wrath of a lamb… all devoid of meaning. There’s beauty in living, and there’s beauty in dying, but nothing is as beautiful as plunging out of life with the one you would die for, knowing they would do the same for you. Irony tingling taste of blood, infinitely dark sky, night twitching in the moon’s pale womb, and warmth… the heavenly, bodily warmth of an anguished embrace.
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