Here We Go Again

The last of my RDC5 zine ficlets is now online - this one was written for the Mads Mikkelsen fanzine and beta'd by Manapotion. Hannibal begins his incarceration.



The door closes behind him.

The handcuffs are removed from his wrists through the bars and feet tap away along the corridor, trailed by lingering, empty echoes. After all the time being handled, inspected, sampled and interrogated, he has space.

He is finally alone.

Here on AO3.

A super-short ficlet I wrote for the insanely beautiful Richard Armitage fan collection he was presented with at RDC5.



Everything burns.

Fire aches and strains through the muscle of his thigh, searing his body and flaring into his brain as he holds himself, an unspeakable heat begging him for release, and he holds and holds, pushing deeper into the flame. It liquidates his flesh, forces fluid through the stretched layers of his skin, his inner self squeezed out to trickle over him when he lifts his heels, weakness compressed into sweat that flees beyond his body and drips impurity to the floor.

Embers seethe along his spine, scratch arcs and curves within his shoulders, his back, his glutes, the incessant itch from the image blooming over him. Scabs crack and peel away, the layers of his own skin shed, reptilian, as he grows further into the glory of the dragon.

The dragon’s vastness cannot be limited by human frailty, by fatigued muscles and the flaws of trapped, swollen tendons. To become the dragon, he must become worthy of his power.

His hands clench, the ache cresting into scorching heat as he grips and lifts, the vessel elevated by his own strength, fingers compelled into the power of crushing claws by the force of his will.

Everything burns. His body, his mind, and soon, the dragon’s fire will engulf the world.