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Pairing: Hanna/Zombie Prompt: (the) Finger There were some things Hanna liked to be distracted during. The redhead was too prone to throwing himself headfirst into his endeavors, to the point where Gallahad dimly wondered how Hanna had survived previously. He never quite thought of it as a personal victory, the fact that his presence meant Hanna was safer, better fed, maybe even a little more content with his chosen lot in life. He couldn't not do these things. When he could not even offer his own name, Hanna was a volatile certainty. Hanna liked being distracted when they had difficult cases and Hanna was just wrecking himself over some a

The tapping at the window was so quiet, Lamont almost didn't hear it. Lamont hadn't bothered pulling the cord to light the single bare bulb in the attic, already knowing how to navigate the maze of antiques and heirlooms and useless crap that inhabited the cluttered space. It was where the things his stubborn mamma could not part with went to die. He was sitting beneath the sole window to the space, where the watery moonlight was just enough to cast wavering charcoal shadows. Lamont was gingerly moving his arm to and fro, sure he'd just heard a crash down below, and then again the faint tapping. Just once he couldn't take his older brothers

Pairing: Hanna/Zombie Prompt: Love Hanna had never been so interested in material things, but Gallahad detected, over the years, that having a place for himself was important to the redhead. Just a little nook, somewhere he could packrat his arcane memorabilia and hide away in, now that he was retired. Oh, Hanna didn't actually know the meaning of the word retired, but at least age slowed him down a little, and he didn't officially accept cases. The years had also instilled in Hanna a vague understanding of the word "relax." On one of his enthusiastic impulses, Hanna had gotten them a pair of mismatched antique rocking chairs, complete wit