That name leaves Starling’s mouth, and suddenly all of Will’s thought processes grind to a screeching halt. He’d gone back to pretending to look over the file, but now he’s looking at her again, all of his stranger-danger anxiety replaced with his attention well and truly caught.
“Um. What?” Excuse him, but what the fuck! Jack didn’t so much as hint at consulting Lecter, because of course he didn’t. So much as suggesting as such would have spooked Will off the case for good, and for good reason.
He feels like he’s going to be sick, stomach roiling as every mixed emotion and buried after-image hits him all at once in no particular order.
A needle in his arm as he seizes out in Lecter’s office. The pair of them laughing together. One hand clutched against his abdomen in an attempt to keep his insides inside as the other fails to stop the blood spurting from Abigail Hobbs’ slashed throat, dying on Lecter’s kitchen floor. His face pressed into Lecter’s chest as he drifts to sleep curled against him in his bed. The sound of electric buzzing and bone splintering as a saw rips through his forehead.
Will manages to claw his way out of the hellscape of a montage, forcing himself to breathe through it. Ironically using the very same techniques Hannibal taught him to bring himself down from panic attacks.
“Why?” His hand clutches the edge of the desk so hard his knuckles turn white. What the hell is Jack up to? Lecter bested Crawford, himself, and everyone else at the FBI without so much as a second thought, how’s a fresh-faced newbie meant to stand a chance, even with the disgusting asshole locked away.
“Every other word’s complete bullshit,” that came out a little more venomous than he meant it to, but he continues. “Not only is it a waste of time, but I promise you don’t want Hannibal Lecter in your head.”
Will’s visceral reaction causes Starling to sharpen her gaze, out of both curiosity and suspicion. Curiosity about why in the world Will seems so surprised that Lecter is associated with the case; ensuing suspicion towards her superior, Crawford. ( This is becoming a trend. )
As a result, she momentarily struggles to acquire the right words with which to respond, unsure how she managed to upset her new partner within five minutes of meeting him. Her first response is to set down her stack of papers as if an excuse to move a few inches away from him, idly re-stacking them. ( Will’s whitened knuckles call her attention. )
“ I—- these are my orders, sir.”
The body of knowledge surrounding Dr. Lecter is not unfamiliar to Clarice, but she’s not afraid of much ( yet ), and she’s not about to let this new man, who somehow thinks he can impose his past onto her, change protocol—- or stifle her progress.
Not gonna happen, buddy.
This train of thought causes a hardness to keep Starling’s features in place despite the fact that a tinge of sympathy courses through her ribcage. ( This, of course, does not show. She assumes that pity is the last thing Will would want. )
“ With all due respect, I appreciate your sentiment, but Dr. Lecter is our only hope to catch this killer. His wealth of knowledge of these—-” Fuckers, sonsabitches, motherfuckers, deplorable fuckwits… “-—perverse people, is the first place we need to draw from.” A brief pause ensues. “I thought I’d let you know before I begin the visits.”
One thing before proceeding: I am a full-time university student with a full-time job. As a rule of thumb, I will not respond to threads in a timely manner. I only post replies when I have some free time outside of my other hobbies, which is not often. If this turns you off to writing with me, that’s okay. I just want to make this clear in advance!
…ONWARDS!
I. Default verse: during- and post-TSOTL.
The default verse for this blog is set after The Silence of the Lambs, during which Clarice is a Special Agent of the FBI. However, I have also read Hannibal, so I can ( and would love to ) write in that verse as well! There is a remarkable difference in Starling’s character between The Silence of the Lambs and Hannibal—- if you would like a specific verse, please tell me.
Please note that I prefer book and movie canon to show canon; however, I can adapt Clarice to said canon without problems.
II. Small, private blog.
I tend to follow a very small amount of people only because I tend to interact with a small amount of people. I also prefer a smaller audience to read my writing, to be honest. This is not personal.
Thus, mutuals-only with regard to all interaction.
III. Ask prompts, reblog karma, etc.
Feel free to send in memes or questions at any time. I am more than happy to write multiple threads, and accept and send multiple ask prompts.
I tend to send in multiple ask prompts when I am close with another writer. This is not me pressuring you! It’s just me exploring our characters’ dynamic(s).
After all, we’re all here for one thing: to explore our characters!
IV. Shipping.
I will never force a ship on you, despite personal biases! ( I.e., Clannibal. )
V. Multi-verse, mains, exclusives.
There are massive quantities of AUs on this blog!
I am also very keen on the notion of exclusivity and mains, so feel free to drop me a line if we’ve talked enough ic or ooc. It’s really great to build solid relationships between characters when we have lots of threads going with each other. It’s the shit.
VI. Violence, god modding, etc.
God modding is not chill. Killing or causing serious harm to Clarice is considered god modding to me, but do not sacrifice your character’s personality for ‘nice’ interactions! Pushing, shoving, yelling — all fine. Just nothing serious unless you consult with me first hand.
VII. Discord info.
My Discord (forjustice #4751 ) is always available for threads outside of Tumblr. I tend to write more often via Discord since I am not on my laptop that often. Feel free to exchange user IDs with me so we can write or chat, or do a bit of both! Just let me know your URL when you do!
VIII. Triggers.
I have no triggers, save for screamers, and I will gladly tag triggers for you. This is what a trigger tag looks like: ‘ abuse // '
IX. Lastly...
Please keep in mind that roleplaying is a hobby and not a job.
* Protocol sounds tough, but it’s really not! As long as we read each other’s and generally abide by it, all will run smoothly. I’m an extremely gregarious person and I always welcome ic and/or ooc interaction! Never feel scared to send in an IM or message or anything of the like. We’re all here to write together, anyway!
** Please do not steal any graphics or any writing that you see on this blog. Unless otherwise stated, it is all of my creation.
*** This blog is in no way affiliated with Jodie Foster, Clarice Starling, or Thomas Harris.
