#hanniballecterthedoctor

                              It was nights such as this very one in                              which Clarice Starling dared not regret                              the decisions she had made a few years                              and cherished the new life she had coveted                              here. Gently, her feet carried her down the                              stairs, a solitary light brightening her way as                              she meandered towards the sound of an all                              too elegant harpsichord. The corners of her                              mouth turned up slightly, the smile that graced                              her pale features there for longer than she had                              thought it would. Surprisingly, the wind let in                              through the open window did not blow out the                              secondary light source in the room. 

Send me "fingers through your hair" for my muse's reaction to opening their eyes and finding their head in your muse's lap, while your muse strokes their hair.

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Starling couldn't say exactly how long they had been together, but it had been years. The early memories of their relationship seemed more like a dream than a reality -- all calm and shades of white, soft and unfocused with chamber music and the scent of fresh flowers. She could pick out the scents individually now in her mind, white roses, gardenias, lilies; they seemed to be everywhere -- the dinning room, the living room, her room and then eventually their room. She liked to dwell on those memories most frequently. They were soft and amorphous, like something grand had been born out of all of that time. She just hadn't realized yet that 'something' had been her.

In the back of her mind she heard the hum and thwack of D below middle C generated by a crossbow string just a few feet away, but it was the cloying scent of flowers that she remembered first and she gagged. The scent and taste of butter, garlic, and something else filled her mouth for only a second as the bile rose up in her throat like a mercy and took the taste away. She heaved, and saw a flash of Paul Krendler's face in her mind, but her coffee and croissant stayed in her stomach as her fingers curled over the railing that was level with her hips. 'Fuck, is that what morning sickness feels like?' She thought, 'if so, that was quick.' They had only been trying for two months. She shook her head at the bizarre flash; she hadn't thought of Krendler in years.

The first "hum" from the crossbow had barely even registered, it was the second one that rang clear as a bell as she stood up straight feeling free of some sort of constraint that had held her back -- all the previous memories coalesced and brought with them absolute clarity. Earlier that morning she had been pleased to get up at 4am and take Hannibal deer hunting for the first time. It was something she had done a few times with her father before his passing and wanted to share that experience with him. When they arrived, another hunter had just settled into the smaller stand in the tree only 10 feet from their own and they quickly alighted the ladder and Clarice set about taking the riffle out of the case and loading it.

She looked down at her feet for the weapon as it was no longer in her hands after the flash of memory. Clarice saw the rifle laying on the ground twenty feet below; dropped in her moment of revelation. She whirled around. The confines of the larger deer stand seemed many times smaller now. Her eyes big and round met Hannibal's calm maroon ones remembering his words:

"That particular frequency of the crossbow string, should you hear it again in any context, means only your complete freedom and peace and self-sufficiency."

Send me “How’d you get this?” For my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars and asking how they got it.

[ hanniballecterthedoctor ]

"Well, you know, being young and reckless is the worst combination,"Alana took a deep breath, the memory of the accident was still present, "When I was younger, I was driving home and it was raining. My parents had told me that I should not drive alone because I had not enough experience. Actually, I wasn’t alone but I didn’t listen to them."

[hannibal 2:47am]