Hannibal was out buying Halloween candy. Amazingly enough, he was out in civilization on his own without having to be forced or coerced or anything like that. And it'd only taken him like...a year or so to get that way. But hey, progress was progress. Sure, Abigail might have sent him out with a list of things but he'd made the choice to go ( Read more... )

It was the last day of the year and Hannibal wasn't doing a damn thing. Abigail had tried to get him to come out with her earlier but he'd begged off and just said he wanted to spend the day at home, thinking. Thinking had turned into sleeping and moping and all the other activities he'd gotten used to doing for the last half a year. It was ( Read more... )

For the first time in awhile, Hannibal surfaced above his own issues. Most of his time lately had been spent brooding and working and brooding while working. Abigail had started to suggest therapy but what kind if shrink was gonna believe he was serious when he started talking about vampires? So, he'd told her no and just said he'd deal with it ( Read more... )

It figured. It really freaking figured. Hannibal had managed to get himself out of the house, managed to get himself some exhausting job doing construction job and not even a week into things, some idiot had dropped a two by four on his fingers and broken three of them ( Read more... )

Hannibal was out of the house. Yeah, maybe it wasn't a big thing for most but anytime he ventured out without being pushed out was a pretty big deal for him. Abigail had been pretty surprised when he said he was going out but he was pretty sure it was a good kind of surprise. She could have her house to herself and he'd get some fresh air ( Read more... )

He'd had a nightmare last night. It wasn't uncommon, he'd been having them a lot since becoming cured of the vampirism but that didn't make them suck any less. The only good thing was that he hadn't woken up with a scream which meant Abigail hadn't come running and he hadn't had to explain visions of blood, bone and flesh that he could see in his ( Read more... )

Abigail had physically forced Hannibal out of his room and out of the house today. She'd told him he didn't have to go far but moping in his room was annoying her so he had to do his moping outside today. He didn't try to argue and didn't even really mind since the sun was up and it was warm ( Read more... )

It had been a retrovirus. That was the explanation Hannibal had been given once he'd come out of the painful haze he'd been stuck in for days. A retrovirus had wiped out all the physical and mental characteristics of what he'd formerly been. Hannibal couldn't even say it ( Read more... )

In the immediate aftermath of everything, Hannibal felt...regret.

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Hannibal King had an arrow in his gut. Unfortunately for him, that was not the worst thing about this day. The comfort of knowing he'd heal (eventually) made the arrow currently sticking out of his stomach easier to deal with. The fact that it was still sticking out his stomach was mainly due to the fact that his hands and feet were bound ( Read more... )