{ Random Acts }
When he releases her hand though.
Tag: interactions ( abigail )
insert the ‘keep my muse anchored’ meme here for Abigail! [ flint is a reassurance lad Let Him Help ;; ]
Even as Abigail felt her legs giving out from under her, a firm arm clasped around her shoulders and held her fast to an ever familiar form – helping her find the ground painlessly as she let herself sink to her knees in grief raked raw in the wake of what had occurred at the tavern where she did her additional work in between novels and their royalties.
It had been too much, to see a familiar face – to recognize a man her father had worked with in this place, which had come to mean something like home to her. She knew that the black mark upon her own name was only one arrest away from being branded to her skin, if not to lead directly to the gallows swing. The terror that had filled her at the sight of a man who had never been anything but unfailingly kind to her was absolute proof that her life had changed irrevocably since Charlestown.
She shook, turning and burying her face against the leather of Flint’s coat, anchoring herself with the knowledge that she was safe here, in this house. Assuring herself that between Flint and the Hamiltons, no harm could possibly come to her. They’d never allow it, surely they wouldn’t!
🖤 for a kiss on a wound (bruise, scar, etc.) | Joji to Abigail
{ Random Acts }
The early morning sun was streaming in through the window, the curtains still open from the night before to invite in the cool air after a day so hot it had felt as if every motion created sweat and weariness in its wake. Some time after midnight, it had chilled to the point Abigail had woken up pressed up tightly against Joji and shivering just a little beneath the blanket she realized he must have dragged over her while she slept.
Now, she found herself lazing in the sun and enjoying the warmth as it spread along her shoulders, watching her lover as he pressed kisses against the marks that had tormented her so deeply, before his gaze had found them. She saw them differently now – covered as they were in his touch, healed again and again by the certainty of his kisses.
It was hard to hate anything he could love so steadily – and there was never a doubt in her, about his feelings toward them. That they were a part of the whole of her made them as worthy of his affections as anything else that made up who she was – and he didn’t have to tell her for her to learn and accept that to be true. He showed her, each and every day, ways to see the world through his eyes – and the more she looked, the more she found she could find the truth and the lies.
His hair brushed over her knee then, and a soft laugh escaped her at the sensation – ticklish as ever – as she reached down and gripped his shoulder, encouraging him to join her at the top of the bed. She had work soon enough, and she wanted to spend as much of her early morning in his arms as she could get away with.
[ @ Abigail ] ‘I once had an understanding that everything would go my way. That I could–bend the world to my will, were I determined enough.’
{ Human Contradiction Starters }
Abigail could not help but marvel at how similar captain Flint could be to her father sometimes. In moments like these – when he spoke of shaping the world – she could not think of him as Mister McGraw, let alone as simply James. There was a softness to the former – a sadness that had no desire to change the world, so much as a wish to know how to live in it with all the pieces that were missing.
While the latter seemed to be her friend more often than not, a man who was both sad and angry – who was the core of both Flint and McGraw – there was something in the tone today that seemed as though the scales were tipped closer to Flint, than to the man she had come to consider herself close to.
“Even if you could have – nothing bends itself out of shape like that for too long. The pressure is too immense, when the changes are so drastic. Eventually the world would be bound to snap itself back into place – likely flinging you out of it in the process,” She mused, thinking of a tree branch pulled back too far, or a bowstring held too tightly – the swiftness with which those things realigned themselves, and the way in which dewdrops and arrows were flung far afield in the wake of it.
Shuffling her feet so they were better tucked under her dress, Abigail wrapped her arms around her legs and plopped her head on her chin. It was cold in the interior tonight, but quieter in his home than the one she’d been staying at. That had been part of the reason for her visit today, though she’d stayed because he seemed to be in odd spirits. Now, it was too dark for her to head back alone, and she had a feeling it would be better for him to have her stay tonight, if only so when he woke up, he would find another presence and his loneliness would not be able to drown him so.
“I for one am glad that you let go before that could happen. Though I suppose that’s selfish of me, in it’s own way.” He was a dear friend, but she understood that some part of him wished he had kept fighting, if only because to him, battle hurt less than being without the people he wanted most to have beside him.
[theypissedonme, @ Abigail] 💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears [ except tbh he’s just offering a handkerchief here. what’s a verse i’ve never heard of one. ]
Abigail had managed to hold herself together during the worst of it, but there had been no familiar faces at the time and the men who were supposed to be employed to keep these sorts of things from happening had been utterly uninterested in anything beyond being entertained by the spectacle of her attempt to get away from unwanted attention.
In the end, she’d done something terrible and struck her assailant with one of the heavy beer tankards in reach, and fled to one of the upstairs rooms – praying that Max and Mister Rackham would forgive her for causing a scene, especially when she didn’t bring them the sort of money expected in an establishment like this. All she did was help out with the kitchen staff, but that hardly kept men from thinking they had a right to her anyway.
The sound of the door unlocking was the only warning she had, and she barely managed to wipe her face by the time it opened. Her breathing was still telling, and she couldn’t bear to face her employer just yet, wringing her hands nervously against the fabric of her dress as she choked out, “I’m sorry – “
The sight of a pressed cloth startled her, and after a moment, she reached up and took it to dab at her eyes as Mister Rackham knelt, seemingly to check on her. After a moment she did gather her courage and look at him. “He wouldn’t let go,” She explained quietly, “I didn’t mean to cause a scene.”
△ + Abigail + Do you think Flint was right to kill your father?
“How cruel,” That he would even ask something like this was almost evil in a way. Did he ask to satisfy his conscience, or to aggravate her own? “I don’t wish to answer this at all.” Somewhere between an eight and a ten, to be sure. She was quiet, seemingly unwilling to step forth with her thoughts on the matter but in truth – “I am – I am not sure.”
God, what a dreadful daughter she was! Her poor father would be turning in his grave if only he had one – and that only made matters worse, didn’t it?
“There – are times when I can understand it. When I agree with the decision so deeply that I scare myself. What my father did – what he allowed to go unpunished – it was deserving of an equal answer. I do think that.”
Again, she fell quiet, thoughtful. “But – I cannot help but regret it. He was my father and for all his sins, I am not sure I will ever be able to wholly condemn him. I do not think it is in me to hate him entirely – and that by trying to do so, I am – being dishonest, with myself, in order to – “ It was an unkind admission, but then, it was an unkind question. “In order to appease you.”
Abigail: Smash or Pass + Joji 👀
{ Smash or Pass }
“While I am not sure what business it is of yours captain,” One day, she would remember he had retired from that life, and stop using his title as a sort of nickname when she couldn’t bring herself to use his first name, but today was hardly the day. “I can’t believe I’m saying this,” She couldn’t help but huff a little in amusement, her lips twisting into a wry half smile – to think that she could hear such a vulgar thing and not be bothered was testament enough to how much had changed in her life, but that she might answer without feeling the need to turn red in the wake of it was actually a little terrifying. “But we already are, as you say, smashing.”
😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them | Joji to Abigail
She had just settled in when the tall shadow of him had loomed from the corner of her eye, drawing her gaze up from the book of poems she intended to pick through before sleeping this evening. Tucking her hair behind her ear so she could see his expression better rather than try and gauge it through a curtain, she realized rather quickly what he was asking, and smiled softly.
Reaching out, she flipped the cover back by way of silent invitation, not feeling the need to verbalize that he was more than welcome. It was something she felt he ought to know, though she supposed some things might be harder to read.
Waiting until after the bed had dipped with the weight of him, and his warmth had aligned to her side, she reached over and set his arm around her, tucking up close and opening the book to the last poem they had read together, flipping forward to the next and began to recite, familiar with this one enough to not need to trace the lines as she spoke, but doing so anyway so he could follow along.
💪 Pick my muse up | Joji to Abigail
“Oop!” A laugh followed her exclamation as she adjusted herself slightly in a hold that was now quite familiar. Har arms came up without hesitation to wrap around his neck, wondering just what had prompted this and looking around at the ground curiously as though it might hold the answers. ( And considering he had rescued her from snakes in the past well before she even noted the danger, it was a logical place to look first! )
Noting no danger, she could only conclude that it was today’s hello. There were times when she wished he would speak more – even understanding as she did why he didn’t – but moments like these, she rather didn’t mind his silent and physical approach to life. As ever, it tended to be so much more honest than other things.
“And where will you be whisking me off to now?” She asked, smiling a little, “Wait – don’t tell me,” He wouldn’t have, but it was perfectly fine to pretend otherwise, “I’m sure I will understand when we get there.”
🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking | William to Abigial
“Yes, yes, I see you!” Abigail assured, harried enough to be quite done with politeness, “I’ll be with you in a moment – “ She eyed him up and down quickly, registering his uniform, and concluding briskly, “Officer,” before rushing off to tend to the rowdy lads at the back of the bar who were giving Georgina a hard time.
“Honestly,” She breathed to the blonde woman, stepping back just in time to avoid being splashed when the man her friend was managing suddenly tipped over on his bench and crashed to the ground to an uproar of laughter. Georgina looked at her innocently, but Abigail had seen her yank one too many men down to fall for it, “Well seeing as you’ve got this handled,” She shoved the tray she’d been carrying into the other woman’s arms, earning an unrepentant grin, “I’ll take care of the others shall I?”
“Give em hell love,” Georgina agreed, lifting the tray above her head in time to keep mead from being snatched by a man who had already clearly had too many. Shaking her head, Abigail hiked her skirt and stepped over the still dazed sailor to make her way back to the officer she’d brushed off – honestly, but she could do without the big ships coming into town! Frigates brought with them a ton of business – but that certainly meant a great deal of devilry as well, particularly when officers did not see fit to control their men!
“Now then,” She huffed, painting on a smile for – from what she could tell – just such an officer. “What can I do for you today Mister….?”
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