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“Just because you’ve made some mistakes doesn’t mean you deserve to settle for less.”
Robert understood that sentiment. He knew that it was good advice and that, in all honesty, he should listen to it. And yet — He could not quite find it in him to go along with that. “I’m not settling for less,” Robert muttered with a barely there raise of his hand. Like he was trying to wave off her comment before he took a sip of his own drink. “I’m just settling for easier.”
@silencedlamb // plotted starter.
he lived in a haunted house. or perhaps to be more accurate he was the thing haunting it. home used to be a solace for will graham. a place to clear his head and avoid the horrors that awaited him at work. now he couldn’t escape them. hannibal’s words echoed down the hallway. the feeling of blood climbing up his throat and speckling his face couldn’t be erased. sometimes if he turned the corner too sharply he could see the life leaving abigail’s eyes. that had been his fault. his doing and choice. to live in your regrets was a half existence that he didn’t know how to move past. he couldn’t see a future different from this.
will cleared his throat before looking at clarice. she looked odd contrasted against his grey home. too bright and unnatural for his liking. a few dogs are around her feet begging for attention, it had been months since they had seen someone new. a hand rubbed at the back of his neck, “ can i offer you something to drink ? i have water, tea, coffee, wine - if that’s your sort of thing - or seltzer water. ” to have that much on hand even was a surprise to him. it was not as if he kept a well stocked kitchen even in the best of times.
he made himself a cup of tea, lips pressed together, comfortable in the silence. will waited until they were both seated, mulling over the options he had with her. he could take a leap and trust her. or still keep her at an arms length. will looked down at his hands, they were shaking, before leaning back in his chair. “ to be with him is not like you think it will be. to know him as we know him is already a toll. ” a flashed image of their dance with murder, how in sync they seemed to move. “ hannibal will take things from you. even if you aren’t sure there’s anything left to take. ” his voice is quiet, pensive gaze searching her features to determine whether she understood or not.
@silencedlamb : ‘ 𝘭𝘦𝘵’𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦… 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳, 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯? 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘵? ’
will gave a wayward glance over toward clarice. it wasn’t because he was unwilling to trust the woman, but there was something about their kinship that felt dangerous. under the surface it was sharp and could cut him when he least expected it. she would be the perfect way for hannibal or jack crawford to creep back into his life. he pushed up his glasses. the t o l l those men took on his soul was enough to make him weary of her intentions. will rolled his shoulders back, “ yes. ” he replied, a look over at the younger agent. it was hard not to feel like the questions were too simple or a way to placate him. “ my favorite color is a light grey, almost blue, much like the sky is before it rains. ” he looked down at his hands. they seemed to fidget before he looked over at her. “ you ? ”
@silencedlamb : ⁇ : For a letter my muse sends anonymously. | [ meme ]
Starling ― Be wary of Dr. Lecter. Jack Crawford doesn’t see what he does in his free time or what his dinners are truly made of. Examine all evidence you find closely, go with your gut interpretations. If even the smallest thing points to Lecter, I encourage you to, at the very least, consider the connections. Best of luck with your next case.
The unsigned note is left on her desk. Its author is nowhere to be seen when it’s found.
‘ sometimes, i realize one day i could die, i could just disappear and the world would be none the wiser. ’
the soft finality of her voice draws an ocean gaze. comprehension gains a tilted awareness, and maddie sighs. the book in her lap is long forgotten in favor of reaching a hand out; something she normally doesn’t do. she isn’t the affectionate one, here. there’s no point in interrupting, until there is.
‘ there’d be no one to miss me. ’ and still, maddie waits. ‘ -and that terrifies me more than death itself. ’
she moves, taking clarice’s cheeks in her hands. when she speaks, it’s soft and firm. “ is that what you think, petit canard? that you mean so little to this world that no one would miss you? that your life is so meaningless that disappearing would be so simple? ”
“ there’s nothing in this world that would make the loss of you anything less than a tragedy. the loss of you, little duck, would remove every ounce of color from the sky. angels i don’t believe in would weep, and the earth herself would tremor. ” and, oh. she’s not going to let this go. there’s no way she’s letting clarice believe that she’s so-
“ we’re different people, aren’t we? we’re no more similar in the things we’ve seen, or done. ” and those hands move, still within reach of her, but somewhere much more comfortable for where the conversation is going. “ where you’re beautiful sunrises, i’m nothing more than a quickly passing dusk, but at the end of day, there’s nothing, no one, who would miss you more than i would. there’s only very little that gives me joy, clarice starling, but even i can admit that you? you are most of them. i can’t offer you more than i have, but never tell yourself that someone won’t mourn the loss of you. i will. for every moment i’m still here, i’ll mourn in the colorless world left in your wake. ”
@silencedlamb you dropped this:: “ sometimes i realize one day i could die, i could just disappear and the world would be none the wiser. there’d be no one to miss me and that terrifies me more than death itself. ”
@silencedlamb via @horrormaestro: “I think I’m pregnant.” — CLANNIBAL BABIES BAYBEEEEE
he's silent for a long moment. then, slowly, maroon eyes turn to look at his young female companion. he heard her, of course he did, and he's expected this for a while. they haven't exactly been the most careful. hannibal's head tilts, brow furrowing, and then he finally speaks.
"yes. i know." because of course he did. he has to know everything. "what would you like to do about it?" their relationship isn't exactly public, given that he himself is still a wanted fugitive on the run. they can't get married, she can't put his name on the birth certificate.
"we could run. together." and forsake her career, her life's work. everything she's built for herself. for a child she may not even want. "if you wanted that."
“There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.” — for clarice
@silencedlamb
"well said." the older man looks more than a little entertained by the conversation. "everything in this world can be seen in shades of grey. after all, if a man kills another in the defense of another, is he still a murderer?"
that sounds like a bad idea, and i love it.
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"Ohhhh, if you think that's a bad idea, you've seen nothin' yet." Ziva let out a delighted giggle and clapped her hands together, wriggling a little in place. Then scooted closer to Sterling. The other was gonna see how bad office pranks could get.
