fandomweekly | [#043] these violent delights (Hannibal TV)

Theme Prompt: #043 - Perfection
Title: these violent delights
Fandom: Hannibal (TV)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 / Mentions of murder, manipulation, spoilers for season 2 of Hannibal.
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 535
Summary: Hannibal and Will discuss the frame-up.

"Was it part of your plan?" Will asks, the dead of the night creeping closer and closer toward them. Hannibal hasn't moved a muscle, their official appointment having ended long ago. "For me to realize?"

He hums. Will has been clear on his policies against him lying, so he guesses he can be truthful. Or at least partly so. He can't tell Will just how much is going on, because that would ruin the fun of it; what's the point of telling a monster you're feeding it, when the monster isn't aware he's a monster yet?

"I knew you were too bright to not realize," Hannibal says carefully, grabbing his glass of wine and taking a long sip from it. The wine is deep red, bloody. "I hoped you would realize."

"And you knew Jack would come and shoot me before I could shoot you."

"Yes."

Will sighs and looks down at the floor. "I do have to admit, I'm impressed. Your framing of me was perfect in every count."

"There's no such thing as perfect, Will."

"Well, your method was nearly so," he rebuffs. "Every part of it— the remains in my bait, the fact you recorded me saying I felt guilty when Marissa Schur turned up dead, the use of light therapy to make me have memory loss…"

"And the ear," Hannibal adds.

Will grimaces, like he's been reminded that Abigail is gone. Well, at least for him. "And the ear," he agrees. "I wish I didn't remember that part."

"You were going to remember eventually," Hannibal tells him. "Do you still fantasize about killing me, Will?"

"Oh, I think I'll keep fantasizing about killing you for a long, long time, Dr. Lecter."

"I can't blame you," he says, taking another sip of blood-red wine. Will's own glass remains untouched next to the couch he's settled on, as if he's afraid that he has spiked it. He's not cheap like that, though. "But I know you will not go through with it."

Will smiles at him wryly, and finally grabs his wine glass, staring down at it. "I am simply curious to see what will happen, Dr. Lecter. If your perfect plan to make me your wind-up toy will work out in the long run."

"We'll see," Hannibal says, standing up, his glass in his hand. "Shall we have a toast to that?"

Will grins and stands up as well, glasses clinking together, his hand getting a little closer than need be. "To my becoming, and to your perfect plan."

Hannibal huffs. "To your becoming, and my perfect plan."

He knows it's not perfect; he knows eventually Jack will catch him and he'll have to flee. But there's plenty of time until then, and there's plenty of time to mold Will into what he wants out of him; someone who will understand him.

Will sees him right now, but he doesn't understand. As soon as he gets a way to get back at him for trying to get him killed, he'll see what it's like— what the thrill of the kill really is like.

His lips curl into an easy smile.

Perfection can wait until he's got Will exactly how he wants him.