Before the Cock Crows

A new life on the run can't just happen - there are plans and negotiation, and Biblical references, because it's Hannibal. Written for the Red Dragon Con 5 micro-fiction zine After the Fall, organised through the wonderful efforts of trashbambi.

He turns off the faucet and habit has him reaching for the razor, until his eyes meet his altered reflection.

Soft pad of bare feet on tile, and Will appears behind him in the mirror.

“It suits you.” Will runs his fingers along the line of Hannibal’s jaw, dragging slow over the lengthening stubble.

Here on AO3.