100 Words

Title: N/A
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: G (except that it's Hannibal)
Notes: The explicit creepiness of the last line varies depending on which season this is set in. Fortunately this is Hannibal, so the implicit creepiness makes up for it.

"Lost is an interesting word," said Hannibal. "The metaphor, of course. We speak of 'losing our way,' 'finding our true selves,' even"—he smiled—"'finding ourselves lost.'

But the literal is also interesting. 'I am lost'—it is a passive form, Will, and thus invites a question."

"'Who's doing the losing?'" said Will.

"Exactly." Hannibal leaned forward; Will shuddered at his closeness, unless now it was shivering. "Is it ourselves? But we can hear even our own breaths. It is everything else we cannot find, others who have lost us.

I promise you, Will; you will never be lost by me."