#lambtales

michael myers / he/him / #humanshaped

john marston / he/him / #loneprairies 

bruce wayne / he/they / #vespectral

joel miller / he/him / #sundownpromise

clarice starling / she/they / #lambtales 

villanelle / they/them / #hairpins

isaak sirko / he/they / #whitewolv

gustavo fring / he/him / #porsangre

frank castle / he/him / #goldenbook

claire temple / she/they / #sutures

nbc hannibal season 2 starters. | ACCEPTING

“Are you offering redemption, Agent Starling?”

This is the end of the fairytale, then: on his knees on the pavement with Clarice Starling leveling a gun at his face. She is careful with her trigger discipline, and her hand does not shake. She looks like an idol of brass and obsidian in the moonlight, vengeful and holy, and Will could kill her and he and Hannibal could disappear her body, and of course she’s not on FBI business, no—word carries even across the Atlantic and he knows full well she’s been suspended for months. By the time she’d be missed they’d be gone.

Only he knows her well enough to know she’s too quick on the draw for that. He sees it like it’s projected in stop motion behind his eyes. The click-bang-cut to black and his brains splattered across the concrete. A Rorschach test for God.

“Absolve myself of my past sins, supplicate myself before the FBI and beg forgiveness? I’ve already found religion, Agent Starling, I don’t need what you’re selling.”

And still her hand does not shake.