[ hungryteeth ]

forjusttice​

there’s something awfully riveting about being suspect in murder–
though the ever looming threat of capture dangles like a cats paw
over a wriggling fish, hannibal is more than certain he will not be
 perpetrated in the crime, despite thorough search and dig. he has
killed two, horse and blade, and the blood still feels thick and coag-
ulated on the back of his palate–

but he is curious as to inspector popil’s newest assistant, young and
fiery-faced and rousing an unhealthy want to learn more. a woman, to
add to the list of intriguing characteristics; not that he minded a feminine
presence in law force, but it was startling the law force itself had complied
with her application. there was also sexism in big business, corporate or law. 

‘ hello. ‘

a suspect to be thrust into a room and
tested for lies should not seem so utterly still.

                       [ They killed him. ] ✕✕ 

        vous n'êtes pas à parler avec le criminel, starling clearly
    recalls popil warning. you are not to speak with the criminal.
    briefed not was she in the case of the perpetrator being the
    initiator. she wills herself to keep a straight face for a few
    moments, but if she is to gather information from the man,
    should she not satiate his implicit wish for interaction?

        she’s thankful he speaks in her native tongue but remarks
    not on the nicety; criminals don’t need to know her every
    thought; criminals don’t need to inly store her personal
    information. clarice starling of the FBI — chances
    ruined when abroad, having no regard for her
    own dignity! the national tattler headline.

        “ mr. lecter.” a firm nod. “inspector popil should be here soon.”