#unstcbleempathy

[zilvervos]

@unstcbleempathy poked the ♥ for a starter.

       The mindless patterns his finger traced through the brown circle on the table where once had been his cup of coffee had no other use than occupying Dolarhyde’s mind from anything else. He was waiting for something, or so he felt. He had nowhere else to be for the time being, he thought he could afford grabbing a coffee before heading home. His eyes were glued on the empty seat across him, a finger’s knuckle pressed under his nose. The sight of a rather... familiar face passing by reminded him that he needs to pick up a Tattler before going home -- an old habit, just to make sure. He would not want to miss out on anything.

       “You cannot deny it to my-- face, can you?”

[cardshcrp]

STARTERS.

@unstcbleempathy // WILL GRAHAM // closed starter !

           “You seem...stressed.” It’s the first thing out of his mouth, and it almost startles him, because he really isn’t the sort of person to blurt things out that could be taken badly. It isn’t meant that way, though, regardless of how it might sound. It’s just that the other man looks stretched.

Worn thin at the edges. Exhausted. Eyes unable to quite settle on just one thing - and Remy knows that face. It’s met him in the mirror, often, more than he likes to think about, though there’s something about Will that has him half-concerned, a muted sort of sense pressing in on his empathy that this man sort of needs to scream.

Or snap.

“Désolé,” he murmurs, and offers Will an awkward smile of apology, cheeks dimpling all sunny as he does. “S’not what I meant t’say. How you doin’, stranger? It’s a pleasure.”

[vizlla]

@unstcbleempathy liked for a random starter x

‘‘Is there something you need?’‘ asked Duncan, trying to sound as casual. He was hoping for a quiet day and all interactions brought to a minimum, was easier this way. 

Was the stranger sent after him this time, why was he looking at him? Duncan’s hand very slowly moved behind his back as though he was readjusting his clothing but he rested his hand on the gun, ready to strike.

[shcsallrightnow]

@unstcbleempathy

On the night of her re-emergence, Abigail had run off into the night. It had been sudden -- instinctual -- and as soon as Hannibal had withdrawn his blade, she’d fled to the sound of Will’s strangled cries.

Despite Hannibal’s promise that no one would ever believe her, and that only he could protect and watch over her, the Bureau had been surprisingly eager to cut a deal. And she’d taken it. Because as with all things, she chose her life first. Sometimes, a part of her felt ruthless and cruel for it. Or perhaps that just was the guilt talking. And it didn’t just talk, it screamed. 

Will was presently in the hospital recovering, and Abigail couldn’t help but feel the gnawing, agonizing reality that she could have done something -- perhaps not fully prevented it, but she could have stayed and tried to help. And in a way, a part of her thought she had been helping whenever Hannibal told her everything they were doing was for Will. Why hadn’t she been able to see that he was wrong? Why hadn’t she been able to fight back? Was she truly so weak and delusional?

“You’re able to see him now.”

Looking up with a start, Abigail smiled feebly at the nurse and rose from her seat. “Is he doing better today?”

“Not by much, but his spirits seem better.”

With her heart in her throat, Abigail followed toward Will’s room until she was left alone, her teeth gnawing into her bottom lip as she lingered awkwardly in the doorway. Before now, she hadn’t bothered to come see him. She had been content to learn from Freddie’s blog about his condition, mood swings, and some rather unsightly pictures to justify staying away. But now, it felt...appropriate, somehow.

“Hi...” Still unwilling to cross the threshold, Abigail shifted with discomfort. “How are you feeling?” When their eyes met, she quickly added, “If it’s not okay that I came, I can go...?”

[madmonarch]

❛♛  @unstcbleempathy: LIKED FOR STARTER!

       ❝ -— I've done the math enough to know the dangers of second guessing ❞ 

[curseinfect-abandoned]

“     Well    ,     you      have      two     options      then    ,      don’t     you      ?      Either      give      in      or     give      up.    ”

☾ –  CANON DIALOGUE STARTERS   //   ACCEPTING. @unstcbleempathy

[eatrude]

@unstcbleempathy // lyrical starter call !           song: carnival of rust ( poets of the fall ) 

“ To breathe the name of your savior, In your hour of need ?  And taste the blame ... If the flavor should remind you of greed ? “ 

[forjusttice]

Semi-plotted starter for @unstcbleempathy​. 

        As Clarice scribbles the rest of her notes in a font only she can decipher, class is dismissed. She finishes the last word and places her pencil and college-ruled notebook in her backpack before swinging it over her right shoulder. 

       A tinge of apprehension touches her body language once the rest of the students empty out. She wonders why her instructor asked her to stay behind after class; after all, she’s maintained a successful mark ( one of the top 3 of her class ) and often asks thoughtful questions. Still, the apprehension refuses to subside. 

       She walks to his desk, then, and keeps a polite distance, sure to square her shoulders and maintain a strong presence. 

        Clarice has got this. She’s on a goddamn roll. 

       “You asked to see me?”