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Elusive or Ephemeral: Hannibal: Fanfic: Becoming the Red Dragon
Title: Becoming the Red Dragon
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: G
Length: 200
Summary: Francis Dolarhyde is changing
A/N: Spoilers for Season 3 Episode 8 onwards (I haven't seen E12 yet).
He stretched up, feeling the power of the Red Dragon starting to run through his veins. He brought his arms further above his head, reaching upwards so his finger tips were inches from the ceiling. His whole body was taut and he shut his eyes in preparation for what was yet to come.
Once mentally readied, he flexed the muscles in his back and sighed as the tattoo covering his skin started to come to life. He could feel the wings growing from his shoulder blades, and he rotated his shoulders slightly to facilitate their growth. He saw the shadow in front of him, cast by the mighty wings.
Lastly, the tail emerged from his body. He was full of power and for the first time in his life he could do anything he wanted. No-one would dare to hurt him, to curse him or abuse him. He was the Red Dragon.
And then, as swiftly as it had arrived, the power deserted him. He curled up in a ball on the floor, naked, vulnerable, defeated, because he had dropped his guard and allowed himself to feel love for another. His body shook as the warring emotions tore him apart.
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: G
Length: 200
Summary: Francis Dolarhyde is changing
A/N: Spoilers for Season 3 Episode 8 onwards (I haven't seen E12 yet).
He stretched up, feeling the power of the Red Dragon starting to run through his veins. He brought his arms further above his head, reaching upwards so his finger tips were inches from the ceiling. His whole body was taut and he shut his eyes in preparation for what was yet to come.
Once mentally readied, he flexed the muscles in his back and sighed as the tattoo covering his skin started to come to life. He could feel the wings growing from his shoulder blades, and he rotated his shoulders slightly to facilitate their growth. He saw the shadow in front of him, cast by the mighty wings.
Lastly, the tail emerged from his body. He was full of power and for the first time in his life he could do anything he wanted. No-one would dare to hurt him, to curse him or abuse him. He was the Red Dragon.
And then, as swiftly as it had arrived, the power deserted him. He curled up in a ball on the floor, naked, vulnerable, defeated, because he had dropped his guard and allowed himself to feel love for another. His body shook as the warring emotions tore him apart.