Starling

"Brave Clarice. You will let me know when those lambs stop screaming, won't you?" An independent Clarice Starling RP. Selective | 21+ | OC and crossover friendly

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I’m thinking about changing my faceclaim to Jessica Chastain. Thoughts?

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Well, Clarice — have the lambs stopped screaming?

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OPEN

             ❝ I’M ONLY HAPPY that you arrived,               safe & sound— just in time for dinner. ❞

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“The storm’s a real doozy tonight,” Clarice remarks, shrugging off her coat before Dr. Lecter can do it for her. “The thought of a hot meal spurred me on, though.” And the company.

She tries not to stand awkwardly. “Thank you for inviting me, Doctor.”

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clxricestarling:

She shakes her head slightly. The girl’s just curious; if she’d been a few years older, Clarice might consider the question discourteous. “Just turned twenty one,” she tells her. 

There’s something off about Ophelia. Something behind that placid smile. Clarice has a bloodhound’s nose. She can smell a bone a mile away. 

“If you want tea, knock yourself out.”

“You’re not in school anymore then?” Ophelia can’t wait to be twenty-one, and is always eager for details of life after childhood. She wouldn’t mind being a kid if things were different, but as it is..

She takes a careful bite of cake, feet swinging happily. Lemon buttercream icing, she’s in heaven.

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“No,” Clarice replies. “I graduated last summer. I actually start at the FBI Academy in a couple of months.”

She watches Ophelia eat and it does look nice. But she’s not in the mood. Maybe when she gets home she’ll eat a candy bar.

“Aren’t you a little old for a babysitter?”

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Please tag all season 3 stuff!

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clxricestarling:

Clarice can’t help but raise her eyebrows. Rich people. 

“I already ate,” she tells the young girl. “But why don’t we go and sit anyway? You can show me the way.”

Any chance of her sitting on the sofa until Ophelia’s grandfather returns seems swiftly swept aside. Then again, at least this way she’ll know she earned her paycheck. And the Averys look like they give good tips.

“Oh.. ok.” Is this disapproval? She worries the inside of her mouth with her teeth, slipping by Clarice to lead the way. It’s been a rough week, getting rougher. The threat of broken bones, looming. She’s trying to be agreeable.

“How old are you?” She’s taken a cupcake ( such a rare treat ) and is cutting it in half with a knife, which looks unwieldily in her small hands.

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She shakes her head slightly. The girl’s just curious; if she’d been a few years older, Clarice might consider the question discourteous. “Just turned twenty one,” she tells her. 

There’s something off about Ophelia. Something behind that placid smile. Clarice has a bloodhound’s nose. She can smell a bone a mile away. 

“If you want tea, knock yourself out.”

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She knows it’s just a Sunday job, something to keep her tiding over until her first term at the Academy begins. Still, this reminds her too much of wiping shit stains in motel rooms, working under the heels of dismissive assholes.

At least the girl is polite.

“Hey,” Clarice says with a polite nod. “I’m Clarice. What’s your name?”

“Ophelia.” Slipping from the couch, little dancer steps across the floor. She’s terrified, always, but brave and smiling. “There’s afternoon tea, in the conservatory.” The promise of rich cream and freshly made raspberry jam from the new chef. “No coffee though, I can’t have that yet.”

She has a feeling she’s speaking too much, but you never can tell right away. It takes time to read what people want. Sooner or later they make it clear, and she will act accordingly. 

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Clarice can’t help but raise her eyebrows. Rich people. 

“I already ate,” she tells the young girl. “But why don’t we go and sit anyway? You can show me the way.”

Any chance of her sitting on the sofa until Ophelia’s grandfather returns seems swiftly swept aside. Then again, at least this way she’ll know she earned her paycheck. And the Averys look like they give good tips.

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Ophelia always knows when her grandfather is in the house, can feel it the moment he steps outside. When the front door closes she can breathe, even as her fingers twist fretfully in her skirts. Don’t do that. Stop it. Child. A babysitter is an opportunity in her eyes, for something good or bad. She’s never sure which it will be. 

“Hel-lo.” She’s sitting on the lounge, feet hanging above the floor. Polished shoes and such a cautious, serious little face for a girl her age. "Nice to meet you.”

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She knows it’s just a Sunday job, something to keep her tiding over until her first term at the Academy begins. Still, this reminds her too much of wiping shit stains in motel rooms, working under the heels of dismissive assholes. 

At least the girl is polite.

“Hey,” Clarice says with a polite nod. “I’m Clarice. What’s your name?”

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“I’ve never met an FBI agent before.” With the kinds of friends she has, it was only a matter of time. She isn’t worried about it, not yet.

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Clarice smiles. It’s brief, but warm. “You’re alright,” she tells Ophelia. “Just don’t let me catch you embezzling while I’m on the clock, okay?” The real joke being that she’s never off the clock.

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Hannibal Lecter + various looks → Contorno

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TOO HOT. HOT DAMN.

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Chai Latte Cupcakes

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calming starter sentences

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the-eternal-sunflower:

“Its okay, I’m here.” “I’m not going to leave you.” “Everything is okay.” “I’m going to protect you.” “I believe in you.” “Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.” “You’ll be alright, no one can hurt you now.” “You’re not going to lose me.” “I love you.” “I’ll stay right here, okay?” “Just breathe.” “I’m okay, you’re okay, we’re okay.” “You’re everything to me.” “I don’t care what they think, to me, you are perfect.” “Do you want to talk about it?” “You don’t have to be alone.”

[annibalecter]

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Clarice still has a pair of bunny slippers that she insists on parading in front of Hannibal