Abigail Laskin (RP)

I remember everything, but I can't tell you the truth, Mischa.

[Abigail Laskin (RP) @GhastlyGod]

“𝐎𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐞, 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.”

The promising God, whose
Secrets were sworn in silence.
-❈❈❈-

18+ | Writer 21+| Dark and triggering themes | Fandomless OC | No Lude

[Abigail Laskin (RP) @GhastlyGod]

@TheSolarVoid "Is sky water different than ground water? Which is better for you?"

Abigail was curious. She knew so much of the world, yet so little at the same time. And she wanted to know everything. Every little detail.

[Abigail Laskin (RP) @GhastlyGod]

@HeWhoHeldStars She starred at him, brow raised. "Whats the point in having things you cannot touch?"

Abigail thought it to be a waste, still, she obliged to his request, crossing her arms with a huff.

"Where do you sit?"

[Abigail Laskin (RP) @GhastlyGod]

@HeWhoHeldStars The toddler stumbled about like a drunken man, until her balance finally returned.

"I would like to touch this" Abby signed, gesturing to a rather ornate chair. It looked comfy.

[Abigail Laskin (RP) @GhastlyGod]

@TheSolarVoid She stuck her tongue out, letting the rain fall to it.

"It tastes different than water from the sink."

Her stomach growled dramatically loud.

[Abigail Laskin (RP) @GhastlyGod]

@HeWhoHeldStars Rafael had 3 glorious hours of silence, while the kid napped. Even when she woke, Abby was disoriented.

"Rafael? Is this home? Your home? Its nice"

[Abigail Laskin (RP) @GhastlyGod]

@_LeRuss__ She's stumbling out of her room, hair a mess, drunk with fatigue.

"Cookies for breakfast?"

[Abigail Laskin (RP) @GhastlyGod]

Merry crisis (:

[Abigail Laskin (RP) @GhastlyGod]

@HeWhoHeldStars She snored slightly in his ear, one hand gripping his coat. It was almost sweet, despite how harsh and creepy the kid was. She almost seemed normal for once.

[Abigail Laskin (RP) @GhastlyGod]

@turbuIentgrace Only if you carry me.

[Abigail Laskin (RP) @GhastlyGod]

@HeWhoHeldStars "I like... Abigail." She signed vaguely. Too sleepy to keep her own eyes open.

"Friend get Abby warm milk and honey..... please?"

Shortly after the request, the baby God completely fell asleep. Head on his shoulder, entirely peaceful.

[Abigail Laskin (RP) @GhastlyGod]

@stonrsam --their way out from the inside. The headstone reads:

Private Leon Lachman
Born: 1896
Died: April 22nd, 1915

"That's him. Thats who were looking for, Sammy! He couldn't have gone too far!"

[Abigail Laskin (RP) @GhastlyGod]

@stonrsam Abigail took his hand, more to soothe Sam's fears, than her own. She feared little in this world.

"Thats what we're looking for, someone came back. I have to find him."

Up and down the rows, the tot toddled, until they finally found a disturbed grave, like someone had dug--

[Abigail Laskin (RP) @GhastlyGod]

@HeWhoHeldStars She shook her head. "I don't know if Abigail is even my name, thats just what the doctors called me."

Abby peered up at the other big sleepy eyes fluttering open and closed, trying to stay awake.

"Do you have warm milk and honey?"

[Abigail Laskin (RP) @GhastlyGod]

@stonrsam And eerie it was. Dark, overcasted, with few stars and a dim moon. The grave yard looked still. Just like the dead.

Abigail stirred, sleepy blue eyes starring up at Sam. "Are we here?"

She slowly slid out the Impala with a yawn. "Have you ever seen the dead come back, Sam?"

[Abigail Laskin (RP) @GhastlyGod]

@HeWhoHeldStars "No ones looking for me" She replied simply.

"I've nothing left. Not that I was born with anything to begin with...not even a last name."

Then came another yawn. "And you've nothing either, do you?"

[Abigail Laskin (RP) @GhastlyGod]

@HeWhoHeldStars "I'm not even sleepy" The sassy kid fussed. An obvious lie, as she relaxed in his grasp, sucking her thumb. It was almost cute, despite all the creepy shit she's been saying.

"We'll rule the world together"

(:

[Abigail Laskin (RP) @GhastlyGod]

@HeWhoHeldStars "Well, you won't lose me." She smiled encouragingly. "Not forever. Death doesn't come for me and I still don't know why."

Abby tiredly rest her head on his shoulder, yawning.

"There's so much to figure out."

[Abigail Laskin (RP) @GhastlyGod]

@stonrsam "Abigail."

People do usually have two names. A first and a last. She was never given that.

The cemetery was a 15 minutes drive, and tiny Abigail was asleep 5 minutes into the departure. The only one with some answers, out cold. Drooling on Dean's seats.

[Abigail Laskin (RP) @GhastlyGod]

@AdamastosIcarus --face on his sleeve, she was growing a little paler. Abby didn't bother trying to run, letting her arm dangle limply in his grasp.

"They called me Abigail. I suppose that is my name."

[Abigail Laskin (RP) @GhastlyGod]

@AdamastosIcarus "It was pretty easy." The mute child, signed. She could hear him clearly. Though, for whatever reason, couldn't speak herself.

There was no fear in those big blue eyes, more annoyance than anything.

"The back door was left open." Abigail's coughing fit returned, wiping her--