This is re: the infamous origins of Hannibal’s plastic murder suit (this post). Or what happened after youthful Hannibal realized his passion for nice clothing conflicted in some areas with his passion for nice murders.
“He’s not a painter,” Maud said. She adjusted the
plastic on the mannequin. She thought it was
tight at the hips, but their client had asked for some very precise
Maud bent down and checked that both leg
cuffs were even. “No paint on his fingers, not on his pants, not on his shoes.”
Maria sighed. “I meant painter as in art, not
as in walls.”
“Same thing,” Maud said. She stepped back to look
at their work. The small Baltimore uniform shop had been puzzled at first by
the request of a made-to-measure protective plastic suit. More so when it had
been required that the plastic be transparent. And now there it was, in all its
gleaming and crinkling glory. “Artists will get their hands dirty,” said the
seamstress to her colleague.
“I do get dirty, from time to time, but I
prefer to spare my clothes most of the horror,” a voice behind them said.
Maria and Maud spun around. Their client, a
tall, slim young man, with blond hair slicked neatly back and a European accent,
was on the other side of the counter. He had crept into the shop as silent as a
“Mr. Falvorno,” Maria said. “We… were
“About stuff that’s none of our business,”
Mr. Falvorno’s eyes shone in a strange light
as he tipped his head, as if granting a point. He didn’t seem angry, but
humored deeply and quietly.
With a gracious smile, he walked over to the
dressing rooms for his scheduled fitting.
Maria’s face flushed and she scooted into the
backstore, letting Maud to take care of Mr. Falvorno.
Maud slipped the suit off the mannequin and
walked into the main fitting room. Mr. Falvorno was just done removing his
jacket. He folded it and hung it on a chair where it wouldn’t obstruct the view
in the three tall mirrors. He took nothing else off. As requested, the suit
would be worn as an overgarment.
“If not a painter, then what?” he asked Maud,
opening the suit, studying the seam where the zipper met the neck.
Maud tried a polite shrug. “It’s really none
of our business.”
Mr. Falvorno looked up at her, and let the
gaze linger until it hardened, intensifying as if it queried her soul. “Please,”
he said. “Tell me, what do you think I intend to use it for?”
Maud swallowed and found it difficult to just
lie. She couldn’t. Not with these eyes holding her down. “I think it’s a sex
thing,” she blurted out, as truthfully innocent as a newborn.
Unbothered, Mr. Falvorno tugged the suit up
to his waist. He arched an eyebrow in consideration. “In a way, it’s closer to
the truth than painter.” He pulled the rest of the suit over his torso, and fit
one arm, then the other one in the sleeves. “I occasionally have to take part
in butchery,” the young man explained, squaring his shoulders to test for
stretching space. “A colleague of mine hunts. Sometimes deer, sometimes things
more exotic, abroad. Whenever we join him in this, he insists to have us
participate in the quartering of the beast.” The suit looked good on him, Maud
realized, if a bit awkward. But nothing could be more awkward than the
situation she now found herself in, talking sex and butchery. “The last time,
my jacket and pants were beyond saving. I found that unfortunate.”
She nodded, her throat still tight. “So not a… bondage accessory.”
Mr. Falvorno looked at her in the mirror. “Not
exactly no.” He was smiling again. It was both particularly charming and terrifyingly
detached. “But there are bodily fluids involved.”
I know you've been debating between Starlight/Sunburst Starlight/Trixie (and possible Starlight/Maude now?), but why not all of the above? I.e. a cozy poly arrangement?
While that would be fun… I kinda don’t want it to turn into “Everyone she gets along with, she must love romantically.”
She’s also suffering from what Discord is too, in that they’re both still learning how to be a friend and just exist with the rest of society. Starlight is doing much better than Discord at this point (it’s hard for an ancient being of chaos incarnate to change…) but she’s still only been back in normal society for a short time.
Though with this last episode, RockStar (best ship name ever), is now in the forefront of possible Starlight ships for me.