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INDEPENDENT CLARICE STARLING
OF THOMAS HARRIS'
THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS AND HANNIBAL.
acohleric: “Decisions based on emotion aren’t decisions, at all. They’re instincts. Which can be of value.”
                       [ They killed him. ] ✕✕ 

house of cards sentence starters. no longer accepting.

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        the first thing that comes to mind is the memory of her
    daddy’s bones laid out neatly ‘pon a made bed, autumn’s
    skylight illuminating the somber scene. hitherto starling
    followed rust’s words, believed her actions to be right, just;
    but after careful consideration of own’s actions coupled
    with the nurturing of new concepts came revelations.

               “ only if youremotions are in check.”

# taxmcn # enquiry. # v: a pound of flesh. # ( not suRe how they'd meet so. uwu )
"I’m not a pawn; I’m a person. And I’ve had enough."

— Lauren Kate, Rapture
(via wordsnquotes)
# musings. # v: a pound of flesh. # v: hannibal. # **crawford to be tagged.

[ hungryteeth ]

   corners of the mouth twitch, electricity humming along a pulled wire line–sharp
  teeth expose just under the soft tug of lips. suggestion, as well intended and softly
  offered as it is, is chum in deep water. he has not fully relayed messy childhood
  dealings to his better half, has not informed her of swan-lakes and beatings to the
  back of the skull, has not divested unto her broken-belly, spilling intestines, war
  criminals murdered in revenge, and not out of cool hearted whims …

he reacts to nothing, it’s monstrous. resonating fractures of an utterly tidy
youth–he’s been considerably less erratic, but just as quieted, just as tem-
pered, just as cold and unflinching, smiling in the face of danger. hannibal
wonders if that good inspector popil is even alive anymore.

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             ‘ —–wonderful. i may have a bit of, hm,
          sightseeing to do. it’s been a very long time. ‘

                       [ They killed him. ] ✕✕ 

        inamorato’s cant of lips is consciously mirrored by counterpart.
    sightseeing, as one might put it, is equivocal in the nectarean maw
    of his, but clarice proffers only narrowing of eyes. what affairs are
    his shall remain his; no blood, of stranger’s or foe’s, will stain her
    hands when she is to be focusing on the true sights france has to
    offer. mayhap the car savant will hear the roar of a v8 bugatti in
    truth. ( starling was a car buff, as anyone who saw her car could
    tell. )

        musings aside, rube no-longer sets down aforementioned
    newspaper and folds slender digits together atop crossed lap. 

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        “ paris is out of the question. too obvious,” she muses aloud,
    straightening spine against chair’s rigid back  as keen eyes scan the
    setting horizon.  “i don’t—” purposeful pronunciation of first word
    buries the stubborn  west-virginian drawl,  with its unnecessary
    erasure of words, “know much about the country or where to
    go, but i’d like to be near plains.”

# hungryteeth. # t: hungryteeth 1. # ( it's so amusing imo # to think that clarice starling # who told ardelia she would # 'throw down his ass.' re: hannibal # if she ever saw him again # fled the u.s. with him. # i'm so. ) # v: a pound of flesh.

[ hungryteeth ]

forjusttice

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‘ ——-ėriena, ‘ 

         pace brisk, but nonthreatening, nonviolent (a blatant contradictory
         to this one’s devouring nature, a juxtapose lie; hannibal is always
         threatening–touching him is to pet the nose of a shark).  ‘ i think it
         is time to be moving again. ‘   soft lilt a misshapen merge of birth
         country and province of youth, hannibal produces a fresh news
         article, circled in thick jet ink. 

    HANNIBAL THE CANNIBAL: SITED IN ARGENTINA? 

               IS THIS MAN THE SAME THAT ESCAPED FROM THE 
               BALTIMORE STATE HOSPITAL? 

on the norm, this wouldn’t be much of a hindrance–he is
capable of vanishing in plain sight. but the proximity of the
image seated just below the header is too clear; hand meshed
in hers, brimmed headpiece shadowing the countenance.

                       [ They killed him. ] ✕✕ 

        “ … šalia mūsų.”

        conversance with other’s native tongue, in its prelude of potentiality,
    is  tucked  behind  whites  of  teeth  and into  back  of  throat  lest  the
    stubborn  woman  framed  with  platinum  blonde  tresses  sound  too
    elementary.  ( in alcoves  of cranium it is known  whilom  musing to be
    far from truth;  college french and spanish, passable italian… tolerable
    lithuanian, now; far from unintelligent. )

        tasteful bracelet atop jutting bone of wrist glistens in the argentinian
   light once arm is outstretched to take in-hand the news article proffered
    by partner. sharp eyes skim the printed ink before flitting to red pinpoints.

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        “ what do you think of france?”

# ( attemPTS to maintain composure tb h ) # ( thank you; this is lovely  lkjgds. ) # hungryteeth. # ( let me know if this is all right.? ) # t: hungryteeth 1. # v: a pound of flesh.
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