\\ I am in need of new interactions - connections & plots with Hannibal to refresh my muse 🌀🫶🏻
It can be friends , enemies , rivals , exes , patients , people he has met in his young years , family member of people he killed and are looking for revenge etc .
She glanced up, surprise flickering across her face before her lips curled into a faint smile.
She accepted the cup, warmth settling in her hands. “Thank you, sir,” she murmured, voice edged with curiosity.
“Whats the occasion?” She teased lightly. “Or should I be worried?”
Her teeth gnawed against her pen as she focused. Eyes darting across the board— names, bodies, fragments of lives stitched together by pins & thread. “THE CHESAPEAKE KILLER” surfaced repeatedly between the lines, mocking her.
Tilting her head, she let out a tired sigh.
“Damn..”
Her teeth gnawed against her pen as she focused. Eyes darting across the board— names, bodies, fragments of lives stitched together by pins & thread. “THE CHESAPEAKE KILLER” surfaced repeatedly between the lines, mocking her.
Tilting her head, she let out a tired sigh.
“Damn..”
╱⠀🐑 ˏ returning to this account ( for real this time ) and hopefully revamping here soon.
I have so many ideas for clarice & i’m so excited to be back writing for her. #HORRORRP#HANNIBALRP
Clarice’s eyes locked onto his, widening with recognition. Her shoulders tensed, muscles coiling like wire that’s been wound too tightly. That voice— 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. It couldn’t be.
She didn’t blink. Couldn’t. Her mind reeled for some kind of explanation. Her voice
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something she couldn’t quite name— 𝘍𝘦𝘢𝘳.ᐣ 𝘍𝘶𝘳𝘺.ᐣ Or something else she wouldn’t let herself admit.
Her heart pounded in her chest, pulse thumping in her ears. Her hand instinctively fumbled towards her firearm— not smooth like at the range, not like she had trained.
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