#starliingisms

     for all her repute, it wasn’t unlike renora to indulge in the more simple, hedonistic hobbies of the mortal kind. ( oh but who was she kidding? the gods were known for their parties, & nothing less ) but at least vegas had some interesting hotspots, & if jeanette or ikana asked her to tag along to some swanky club for a night? who was she to say no?

After being rejuvenated by a cup of coffee (which consisted primarily of Price’s “prized sludge”), Beverly found herself down at the training range. Jack had requested that she get to know some of the trainees -- specifically, one promising rookie named Clarice Starling -- but she knew an ambush when she saw one. She wanted everything to be low key and unassuming, so she didn’t announce herself. Or at least, not until she’d sidled up to the woman’s shooting booth.

“So you’re the fresh meat, huh?” Beverly flashed a Cheshire grin, her hand lifting to re-adjust her protective glasses. “Keep going -- I wanna see what you can do. Though judging by those holes, I’d say not too shabby.”

             It was an extremely rare occasion when Hannibal would finally allow himself to close his eyes and drift off into the vulnerable state of sleep... not that he would ever allow himself to be vulnerable in any state of consciousness, but he didn’t want OTHERS to see or to know what he saw in the dreams that would haunt him quite frequently... that would show too much vulnerability. But on this rare occasion when he finally did allow himself to shut his maroon eyes, the scent of blood suddenly drifted through the corridor and hung air like an invisible curtain.

             Someone probably making an escape attempt... he thought to himself and turned over on his side to get a better view of the hall from his bed. It was dark in his cell, which he was currently very grateful for as it afforded him some privacy. At least there were some dim lights out in the hall that would illuminate anything that was going on right outside of his cell--- if the action just so happened spill out into the dungeons... which he highly doubted. By his estimates, it had to be at least one in the afternoon and it already seemed like it would turn out to be an interesting day. Barney would tell him the story of what happened later at the very least.

(oh this scene is so insidious. i mean it seems so darling but the son of a bitch is playing with their perceptions and gaslighting them. he’s making himself look like a fool so they open up more and disregard him as a threat. i can’t help this ‘act’ he presented took away that ONE second beverly needed to shoot him. AND THAT’S ALL HE NEEDED.)

My wife

My friends

Spring finally being there

Getting to write so many amazing things

*will stubbornly follow you everywhere and support you where needed*

     “ you’re here to speak with me about one of my patients — hannibal lecter . ”     she greets the other woman as soon as she closes the door of her home , leading the fbi agent towards the kitchen .     “ you understand that the information i share with you will be limited , yes ? ”