The Thing with Feathers — a hannigram fantasy AU
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“I don’t believe we’ve ever properly met,” Hannibal said, extending his hand. “I’m Hannibal.”
“Will,” he said. Hannibal’s hand was warm.
“You’re a warlock, aren’t you?” Hannibal asked next, as though it were a natural progression.
Will was a bit taken aback, but he realized Hannibal must have noticed how the Ravenstag responded to him. He ran a hand over his hair out of habit. “Nothing so powerful, I’m afraid. I’ve only a touch of magic, myself.”
A slight smile warmed Hannibal’s features, as though Will had said something charming or clever. For a moment, they just regarded each other, and then Hannibal gazed over at the now calm Ravenstags.
“What do you do with the feathers?”
Hannibal didn’t sound angry, only curious, but Will’s cheeks flushed hot. He hadn’t been as stealthy as he’d imagined. “I make things. I have a cart at the market.”
Hannibal nodded. “I’ll make a point to come visit sometime.”