[ There is a feeling that comes when you make an important decision. The post-choice relief that no matter if your choice was good or bad, it's made and there is nothing you can do about it. When Will pulled them both off the edge of the cliff, he was filled with that relief as his arms clutched tightly to Hannibal and his eyes closed against the wind. They would either live or they would die but regardless, they would be together. Whatever happened prior to this moment was irrelevant. Three people would die on that cliff and it would be up to fate if two of those people were reborn in the aftermath.
Of course, Will wasn't expecting this.
When he wakes, it's not with the same ease Hannibal woke up with. His heart is still pounding at the adrenaline and he jerks upright, eyes blinking open and staring wide eyed at Hannibal. He tries to think -- did he miss something? Why doesn't he remember anything? What did Hannibal do? But then his breathing calms and he scrubs his hands over his face, looking at the dirt they speed by outside. It makes him feel a little queasy, honestly. ]
Am I dead?
[ A singular question because with the sudden twist of reality, there is no way that the Hannibal in front of him can be real at all. He assumes, with an added layer of heartache, that the Hannibal in front of him must be a hallucination. ]
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Date: 2017-01-13 11:48 pm (UTC)Of course, Will wasn't expecting this.
When he wakes, it's not with the same ease Hannibal woke up with. His heart is still pounding at the adrenaline and he jerks upright, eyes blinking open and staring wide eyed at Hannibal. He tries to think -- did he miss something? Why doesn't he remember anything? What did Hannibal do? But then his breathing calms and he scrubs his hands over his face, looking at the dirt they speed by outside. It makes him feel a little queasy, honestly. ]
Am I dead?
[ A singular question because with the sudden twist of reality, there is no way that the Hannibal in front of him can be real at all. He assumes, with an added layer of heartache, that the Hannibal in front of him must be a hallucination. ]