By Starlit Skye
Summary: A character piece in which Hannibal and Clarice, in a dance with the morning, meet halfway at last… and find solace within the temptation and insanity that is and will always be, part of their relationship.
A/N: This was written in May of last year, yet aside from showing it to friends, I’ve never posted it anywhere until two weeks ago. Initially an H&C fiction, I changed it to an original work of mine before returning to the source as the characters demanded. This is the last H&C work I wrote before I moved to the Harry Potter fandom.
The first and third part is written from Hannibal’s POV, the second section from Clarice’s. None of the characters are mine, and portions are used from an analysis of the Goldberg Variations, no copyright infringement is intended.
This story is divided into three parts. The first part is madness; the second, anxiety; the third, completion. Hopefully you’ll enjoy it.
–A Portata di Tentazione–
She rages in the dark, rages in the north, rages on and on forevermore.
She rages within me.
I feel her beating, inside of me, familiar rhythm, in and out… in and out. Every time she starts again, a never-ending realm of heart and beat. She is one with me.
I love her more than I had ever known I was capable of. And even when she cries; even when she falls to the floor and burns with fever, or anger, or both, I cannot help adoring the fury, the wrath, the angel. She is immense, and is not aware of it. She fills me whole.
She sometimes freezes when she walks to me. Her steps are even and controlled, and then, within the very same timeframe, she stops, and everything has gone to hell again. She can’t hold her ground then, and she falls. She wants to be strong, this deep roller does. I love her for her strength and her unyielding spirit, her efforts to always try. But she will always fall.