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Clarice walked into Thomas Cromwell's office, offering him her hand to shake. She had a firm handshake, the handshake of a woman who worked in a world of men. "You are Dr. Lecter's lawyer," she said once the usual pleasantries were done and out of the way, "you represented him during his trials. I was hoping to ask you a few questions."

I too, am waiting for the lambs to stop screaming.

Well, Clarice…have the lambs stopped screaming?

Well, Clarice… have the lambs stopped screaming? THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS (1991) dir, Jonathan Demme

“… well Clarice, have the lambs stopped screaming?”

something something Adam as the sacrificial lamb, Lawrence’s Gordon immeasurable guilt post-bathroom trap, Clarice Starling + “have the lambs stopped screaming”

“Well, Clarice, have the lambs stopped screaming?”

You know how Will keeps hearing dog whimpers or barking in the first season? I realized that's probably a parallel to the "Well, Clarice...have the lambs stopped screaming?" from The Silence of the Lambs.

Well, Clarice... have the lambs stopped screaming?

Hannibal: Have the lambs stop screaming Cla- Clarice: YES THEY HAVE!

Well, Clarice, have the lambs stop screaming?

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄 & 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄: @imjustanauthor​ from: you’re not gonna tell me where we’re going ?

Really, it was debatable whether Charlie should be driving at all. The doctor had given him the all clear but, well, it would hardly be the first thing the medical professionals had been wrong about. So far, at least, he had managed to get back to it without incident, and therefore he was not worried as he dragged Clarice out in the car with him.

"Does it matter where we're going?" That was a stupid question. Of course it mattered. If the shoe were on the other foot, Charlie would be asking the exact same question.

The problem was, he wasn't taking her anywhere important. It wasn't work-related at all. Charlie didn't think that he was wasting her time, though! After all, what else would she be doing with her weekend? Tracking down her vanishing cannibal? That could wait for a day. In fact, he'd even repay her for her time by helping her with it, if she wanted!

"Okay, so you're a girl, right? My ex-wife, Amy - lovely lady, really - has finally agreed to let me have Tilly - that's my daughter - stay with me overnight for the first time since, you know." He motioned to the scar on his forehead with one hand. "Now Tilly, she wants to do all the girly sleepover stuff. Hair, nails, movie - that sort of thing. So! We're going shopping! I need nail polish, and pretty hair accessories, and I don't know what else. You can help, right?"

Charlie was rambling, but he was clearly excited. He really wanted to ensure that his daughter had a good time and, in his wisdom, he'd decided that Clarice was the best person to help him with that.

Girly sleepover stuff? Clarice looked at Charlie, blinking silently. She wasn’t exactly aware of whatever meant “girly sleepover stuff”. Growing up in an orphanage didn't offer many opportunities for sleepovers. Besides, what did girls enjoy doing nowadays? She had no idea! Clarice lived in cheap off the rack power suits in the desperate hope of pretending she wasn’t some hick from the depth of Virginia. 

“Yes, Charlie,” she articulated slowly, “I suppose I’m a girl. A 30 year old girl.” Eyebrows were raised to punctuate her words. A 30 years old girl who bought cheap perfume and second-hand shoes and mall makeup. Even now, that she made a decent living. Force of habits.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help,” she still replied. Charlie was just trying to be a good dad, and that brought up strange and painful emotions in her. For a short second, she thought of her dad, whose face had slowly faded away from her memory. Nothing but a tall silhouette in a cowboy’s hat.

He sounded so excited, she ended up cracking a smile herself. “Back home, I’d have taken you to the mall,” she said, “but here, you’re gonna have to take me to whatever pink sparkly store you can find. We can get some makeup and hair accessories, yes.” Truth was, she was going to be improvising as much as him, but that was alright. It could only be fun, right? 

– Well, Clarice, have the lambs stopped screaming?

– Never.

LIONS BLEED HONEY (FF)

Surprise, surprise! I've been thinking about writing a sequel for my Clannibal story "Can't stop thinking about you" for a while now and just today I finally got to finish it. What you can expect: tragedies, moments to tear your hair out, to grin and to languish. (At least I hope so; kudos & feedback on my drafts is always appreciated! :))

There you go:

A snippet to tease you:

“Try to rest, Clarice. It’s midnight. Get some asleep”, he pleaded her, caressing her cheeks gently with his palms and wrapping her in his coat as if she was some sort of holy being. As they chased through the darkness together, space and time increasingly blurred into a viscous substance. Although Hannibal was supposed to be devoting his undivided attention to the road, Starling felt that he kept glaring over at her repeatedly. At some point, tiredness caught up with her and she probably owned it to none less than Hannibal that she was finally able to fall asleep. For the first time in ages, the lambs didn't dare to haunt her with their agonising screams. He was the wolf that chased the sheep away. As soon as he bared his teeth, they retreated into the barn.

When Hannibal and Starling entered their hotel room shortly before dawn the next day, he carefully lowered her to the floor. Her legs were still wobbly as hell, but with the help of his strong arm around her waist, she managed to keep her balance.

“I’m all right”, she insisted when he gave her a concerned sideways-glance.

“You think you have to pretend to be strong in front of me, don’t you? Life has taught you the hard way that you have to swallow your pain not to let the past catch up with you. But you don't have to, dear. You can be weak with me. I would never use a sign of weakness against you but help you process it, Clarice. You and I, together we can be so much. We can be unstoppable.” With that, he led her to the bathroom. Evidently, he hadn't missed the opportunity to choose a motel with lavish facilities. In addition to a shower with milky, opaque glass, the room was equipped with a bathtub and two washbasins as well as a toilet and mirrors. Overall, the whole suit exuded an unmistakable retro 70s flair which was certainly very much to his taste. He brought his lips close to the sensitive spot behind her ear, tracing her shoulders with his palms from behind.  

“Take a bath. Wash away all the memories. It’s about time for a turn.”

HAVE THE LAMBS STOPPED SCREAMING? independent, highly selective & private portrayal of clarice starling of silence of the lambs. written by ash / they them / 25+. triggering content present & tagged. influences taken from the movies, books & tv series. multiple verses & aus available.

clarice realizing that the lambs have infact not stopped screaming