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all daughters turn into blood—thirsty hounds —— after years of licking their own wounds and biting their tongue.

[ִֶָ @madecollateral]

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got swamped with uni, will reply to tl and dms soon !!

[゛ #𝟏 ⁀ 𝑪𝑹𝑼𝑺𝑯 .ᐟ 🏳️‍🌈 @hawkbIooded]

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[𝓜olly。 @THEOTHERWOMVN]

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[ִֶָ @madecollateral]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆
𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓, 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁

[ִֶָ @madecollateral]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐎

[ִֶָ @madecollateral]

𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 .ᐟ

[ִֶָ @madecollateral]

She feels no need to clarify who ‘he’ is. Abigail knows the ghost of her father belongs to them both.

[ִֶָ @madecollateral]

The girl watches the night sky for a second more, breath still trembling. Still too loud in contrast to the silent, still night that envelopes them both now. Her hand raises, clumsy and inelegant in its attempt to scrape her hair from her forehead. —

[⇾Graham @expertempathy]

+ quiet stillness of the night. even such a soft noise seems to shatter the silence like a stone thrown into still waters.

[ִֶָ @madecollateral]

gap filler masquerading as conversation.

Another beat. Another moment of silence.

She turns her head again, her gaze returning to the night. “I wonder,” she begins, addressing him now. Quiet “if you see him in your dreams as much as I do in mine.” —

[ִֶָ @madecollateral]

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Please go easy on me, I haven't written Abigail in a long time :)

[ִֶָ @madecollateral]

just as fractured as her own. She had no idea if he was already awake or if her night terrors had disturbed him.

Selfishly, she did not care.

[ִֶָ @madecollateral]

Some nights Abigail woke up screaming, slender fingers scratching her scarred throat, tears staining her cheeks as she recounts the dreams that have been plaguing her.

The cold metal of the knife against her throat, her father’s breath against her ear, the certain promise of —

[ִֶָ @madecollateral]

front door. She swung it open and gulped in the night air like it might cleanse her lungs of him. The chill of the night was sharp, biting, but she could breathe at last.

The house creaked behind her. She did not need to turn to know it was @expertempathy. His sleep was often —

[ִֶָ @madecollateral]

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don’t hate me but the murder family trope has never appealed to me outside of shitposting .

im team abi was a pawn in hannibal and will’s game all the way

it makes for more interesting dynamics anyway . . .