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Prompt/Drabble: Vampires, Vampire Husbands
Ship: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter (Hannigram, Hannibal)
Title: Dead Husbands
“Hannibal, where did you put the blood-flavored cooked sausage with beef meatballs and dog biscuits for the dogs at?” Will Graham, once human in the 1940s, now vampire pretending to be a retired dog trainer, 'house husband' well kept in the 21st century asked looking from the kitchen pantry to his immortal lover, partner, companion, and technically legal husband.
“There in the fridge beloved. I thought our protective canine pack would enjoy them cold on this hot summer evening.” Hannibal the older vampire replied, sitting in the nearby parlor room, sketching pencil drawings of their dogs Buster and Winston near him.
Hannibal Lecture, who was once a count from a prestige family of lords and ladies wealth of the 18th century of old Europe, is now masquerading as both a well-renounced quite 'living' medical surgeon, and therapist.
“Good call. They'll enjoy it. Glad to know with our special immortal life as the undead that unlike the false beliefs in books and films that we can survive technically without dusting to death in the sunlight...we just don't sparkle or glitter.” Will mused, moving with supernatural speed to the refrigerator to get the evening meal and after-dinner snacks for their pet and protector familiars.
“It's a blessing that we don't 'sparkle' in the sunlight. Ridiculous old wives' tales...Humans. William darling, How was your luncheon with Ms. Katz and Ms. Verger this afternoon?” Hannibal inquired, smiling his sharp canine vampire fangs as Buster kept perfectly still in his doggy pose on the floor, modeling for his vampire Papa like the doggy ham he was.
“Fine. It was fine. Margot and Bev met me at that new steakhouse bar that opened in the downtown area of the bars and club spots in Baltimore. I had my steak bloody rare with the typical luncheon sides and a Dr. Pepper. They ordered their own salads with steak,” Will shared loudly, preparing bowls for all seven of their dogs at the counter.
“Margot must enjoy pretending to be human if it means her attempts to court and woo Ms. Katz will work in her favor. I had always thought she would have gone for someone like Alana or Bedelia.” Hannibal mused, smirking, still sketching perfectly away.
“Neither of them are Margot's type, Hannibal. Margot prefers a woman like Bev who is feisty, takes no shit, tough, smart, but has a lot of humorous sass. Beverly's the perfect mate for her.” Will smiled, then whistled for the dogs to come into the kitchen as he placed each dog bowl down in their place for eating.
“Let us hope that Margot succeeds in making Ms. Katz hers soon then. It would be nice to have another immortal couple join us in dining and double dating when we go hunting.” Hannibal agreed, joining him in the kitchen following behind their fur babies.
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