#stilltheyscream

“Will Graham sent someone to kill me.” 

The scar is not even a scar yet, freshly stitched and closed up over his wrist, skin raised and bumpy and rough. It’ll leave a scar, though--a nasty one, at that. He isn’t supposed to be alive at all--not according to Matthew Brown’s plan. Will Graham, however, is an entirely different story. 

Clarice Starling is only a trainee and completely untouched by the story. However, with his sudden leave of absence from the case they’ve been consumed by for the past few weeks, he feels she deserves to know why. 

He glances at her fingers tracing the raised skin, exposed by his rolled up pajama sleeve.

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“ I said I was fine, so I’m fine. “

A small sigh of defeat left his lips as he wiped his bloody lip against the back of his hand,  “ Some fucker got the better of me. Won’t    happen again. ”

Put a “Tell me" in my ask and my character will answer…

–Clarice

If you snuck into my room I would:

[ x ] Go back to sleep                 [  ] Kick you out[ x ] Cuddle with you                   [  ] Be like “How in the world?”[  ] Let you sleep on the floor    [  ] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged) I would:

[ x ] Kiss or hug you back                       [ x ] Smile and laugh[  ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable        [  ] Push you away[ x ] Be shocked                                       [  ] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[  ] No          [ x ] Yes          [  ] Most certainly not.          [ ] Without hesitation.

You are:

[ x ] Cute          [  ] Adorable          [ x ] Attractive          [ x ] Beautiful[  ] Okay         [  ] Ugly                 [  ] Am not going to grace this with an answer

You are to me a:

[  ] Stranger          [  ] Acquaintance          [ x ] Ally[ x ] Friend              [ x ] Love                        [  ] Rival [  ] Enemy

I find you to be: