Colour.
Disclaimer:I don't own thse here charactors!(and I KNOW clarice doesn't
have a great aunt..just work with me ppl!!)
Colour. Colour swirling everywhere. Hannibal Lecter stood by the huge oak doorway taking it all in. The costume ball was in full swing, everywhere there was people swirling and twirling, like leaves in a n Autumn breeze. His dark eyes flashed with excitement, it had been months since he had been to a social gathering and this was some social gathering!! Every time a couple waltzed past a puff of sweetly scented air floated past his sensitive nose with twitched occasionally as new smells were blown his way. Within 5 minutes of his being there, several people swooped over to him-he was a very popular man to both patients and social acquiesces. One of the many beautiful ladies was Rachael DeBerry, an old friend of the doctors with a wicked sense of humour and a nostalgic face. Tonight she was dressed from head to foot in gold as she was Cleopatra. Her dark hair swirled in braids around her rouged cheeks and a gold snake crown rested neatly on her head. She took his arm "Care to dance?" Grinning, Lecter bowed, his eyes glinting playfully (miss DeBerrys stomach fluttered) "Why of course, your majesty" He replied taking her gloved hand and propelling her to the dance floor.
Clarice Starling stared at her forlorn expression in the mirror. Dressed as a biblical angel no-one could deny she looked stunning. Her auburn hair hung in soft waves past her shoulders; a fitted yet loose white dress showed her curvy figure beautifully and intricately feathered wings fluttered from her shoulder blades. No it was not her appearance that bothered her, frankly she didn't want to go to this ball. She was useless at all social events but her great aunt had insisted and since Clarice was her guest it only seemed polite to attend. Sighing deeply she swept out the room and toward the music.
Colour. Colour swirling everywhere. Hannibal Lecter stood by the huge oak doorway taking it all in. The costume ball was in full swing, everywhere there was people swirling and twirling, like leaves in a n Autumn breeze. His dark eyes flashed with excitement, it had been months since he had been to a social gathering and this was some social gathering!! Every time a couple waltzed past a puff of sweetly scented air floated past his sensitive nose with twitched occasionally as new smells were blown his way. Within 5 minutes of his being there, several people swooped over to him-he was a very popular man to both patients and social acquiesces. One of the many beautiful ladies was Rachael DeBerry, an old friend of the doctors with a wicked sense of humour and a nostalgic face. Tonight she was dressed from head to foot in gold as she was Cleopatra. Her dark hair swirled in braids around her rouged cheeks and a gold snake crown rested neatly on her head. She took his arm "Care to dance?" Grinning, Lecter bowed, his eyes glinting playfully (miss DeBerrys stomach fluttered) "Why of course, your majesty" He replied taking her gloved hand and propelling her to the dance floor.
Clarice Starling stared at her forlorn expression in the mirror. Dressed as a biblical angel no-one could deny she looked stunning. Her auburn hair hung in soft waves past her shoulders; a fitted yet loose white dress showed her curvy figure beautifully and intricately feathered wings fluttered from her shoulder blades. No it was not her appearance that bothered her, frankly she didn't want to go to this ball. She was useless at all social events but her great aunt had insisted and since Clarice was her guest it only seemed polite to attend. Sighing deeply she swept out the room and toward the music.