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Abigail Bailey. Clio from Greek Mythology. 21. Traci's Love.

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thenataliamarseille​:

Natalia and Devin had rushed to the hospital almost as soon as the nurse had rung her as one of the emergancy contacts. Traci was Nat’s best friend, in every sense of that phrase. Now that she had Dev, and Traci had Abi, that feeling between them had evolved into something far more too. Traci was Nat’s family, not the one she was born into but the one she had chosen… There was nothing that she wouldn’t do for the younger dancer. But, she also knew that Abi loved her too, she could see it in the way they looked at each other and today she could see it in the way she cried when she first arrived. Natalia hadn’t really wanted to leave, but she knew that if god forbid it was Devin in that bed, she’d want some time alone with her so Nat and Devin gave Abi that space for a few hours. But, Natalia grew restless in the canteen and came back up to the room, quietly sliding the doors open and entering. “Hey…” She said softly, not even trying a smile because they both knew it would be fake. Nat walked up to the edge of the bed and sighed as she blinked her gaze from Abi to Traci. “Do you… Do you think she can hear us?” 

@aebaileyofficial​

Today was meant to be a good day. A special day. After weeks of planning, the ring she had made specially for Traci Hendrix was ready. She had picked it up and returned home, ready to start planning everything and get everything for the proposal ready when she received the call and was leaving the apartment all over again to go to her car. Abigail tried to remain calm, not wanting to risk sobbing on the way to the hospital and risking another accident. But once she was lead to her girlfriend’s room and saw her there, lying on the bed hooked up to machines in a sleep no one knew when she’d wake up from, she became undone. She hadn’t said anything to the nurse or to Nat and Devin; She just ran quickly to Traci’s side and carefully held her, sobbing. She didn’t notice that the others left her. Once Abi had been back to a more stable state, about an hour later, the doctor finally came in and talked to her about everything. Ever since then, she alternated between talking to her girlfriend and crying to just silently crying while holding her hand close to her. She sat on Traci’s bed with her hands clasping the dancer’s, holding close to heart. She could feel the ring box in her jacket’s pocket against her. God, how so much has happened and changed since she got it. She hadn’t noticed Natalia rejoining her until she spoke. And even then, the younger girl was slow to answer. “Sh-She can... I-If she’s m-mentally awake right n-now... It, um, i-it would be l-like standing in a d-dark room for her r-right now... She c-can hear us, sh-she just can’t r-respond, v-vocally or physically...” Her voice came out soft, dark eyes remaining on Traci. She was a sleeping beauty and it broke her heart. When was the next time she was going to open her eyes again? When was the next time she was going to hear her voice, see her smile, hear her laugh? Her eyes teared up. “I-I miss her,” she croaked, resting her cheek against her hand while one of the brunette’s hands let go to gently caress her face, lightly tucking some of the barista’s hair away from her face and behind her ears.

[divinestrike]

one of my favourite things in the world is casual intimacy. a small hand on your back when you’re in crowded streets. a gentle kick from where they’re sitting across the table. a head on the shoulder, a hand in your hand, a squeeze on the arm as they’re walking past you. and i think maybe love isn’t made up of grand gestures or explosive displays but that it’s made up of the little things. the little things that say i’m here and i care for you and that your life has intertwined so deeply into mine that that there’s no need to think, because casual intimacy comes easy

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thetracihendrix​:

from the start of their relationship (meaning, the client-escort one, before these two decided to make things official between them), traci already knew that abigail would be different from her clients (when she was still an escort). she’s this smart, lovely, got this laugh the sounded like the angels from the highest heaven is whisper their tune on your ears, tiny woman. yet she’s got so much knowledge in her and traci could just listen to her talk forever about her favorite things in the world. she knew from the first time she stayed through the night that this is going to unexpectedly grow into something more. she was indeed….in love with abigail bailey, she just didn’t know it yet. she’s stayed with the younger girl a lot, most especially after her almost attack back outside at pudding and pie strip club months ago, where she took care of her after. 

“that’s right, my cute little baby. that’s what you are, miss bailey.” throughout their relationship, they’ve helped discover a lot of things about each other, traci finding and exploring her love for art with that only started with those little sketches she’s made on random receipts and abigail…..abigail’s dominant side. her looks and most importantly her height can actually fool people into thinking it was something she cannot do. though….they are very wrong about such thing. a blush forms at her cheeks at the thought of working with two of the most powerful women in town. she is a very confident woman, but the idea does give her jitters. monroe is someone she knew growing up and is now currently working with, yet with the amount of success she’s had for the past year…..god. she’s truly went through so much change, in a good way of course. cleo….she’s kind of intimidating, even though she knew her through nat’s wife, devin. but…she’s beginning to reconsider now…maybe they’ll say yes to the idea? “i guess you want a dick latte? or….the foamy titty latte?” she chuckled lightly.

Meek, shy, timid Abigail Bailey forming a escort-client relationship with one of the best strippers in the universe... That didn’t seem like a possibility. Something imaginable, at best. But, that’s what happened. That happened and... god, she’s so happy that it did. Traci Hendrix is exquisite, absolutely extraordinary. She is so talented in so many ways, it mesmerized her. She loved watching her as she lost herself in her art or her dancing or her latte art. Just seeing all of the things that made the older girl happy. And being able to make her happy was incredible. She truly could spend the rest of her life doing whatever it takes to make her happy. And she planned to. Over the past six months, she’s fallen so in love with her. She hasn’t been this happy in forever and she really, truly can see herself spending the rest of her life with the other brunette. Which... was why she was planning on proposing to her. She’s been working with a jeweler for a custom-made, 100% unique ring for the love of her life. She just... needs to find the right moment to propose to her.

“Always and forever, Miss Hendrix,” she cooed. Abi leaned in and rubbed their noses together, giggling. Nothing could describe how incredible the past six months have been. She has never been this happy before in her entire life. Spending time with her, living with her, loving with her: she was truly convinced that the other was her soulmate, the love of her life, her home. She use to believe that Egypt was her true home; Now she knows that her home isn’t a place, but a person. And wherever Traci goes, she knows she’ll follow. Wherever they are will be home, thanks to the barista. “A foamy titty latte would be incredible.” Her smile grew. Dark brown eyes twinkled happily, stars and hearts as she gazed up at her. “And double the special, please? I can’t help it... I need more. It’s my favourite and you are truly the best, honey.”

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cutie pie. 😍

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PYRAMIDS IN ORDER OF HEIGHT

481ft - khufu (great pyramid)

471ft - khafre

344ft - red pyramid (sneferu)

344ft - bent pyramid (sneferu)

301ft - meidum* (sneferu)

246ft - black pyramid* (amenemhat iii)

239 - neferirkare kakai*

213ft - menkaure

205ft - step pyramid (djoser)

201ft - senusret i*

197ft - djedefre*

181ft - amenemhat i*

169ft - nyuserre ini*

164ft - taharqa*

161ft - userkaf*

159ft - senusret ii*

156ft - senusret ii*

155ft - sahure*

141ft - unas*

122ft - khendjer*

99ft - piye*

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thetracihendrix​:

meeting abigail for the first time….traci didn’t expect that they’ll be where they are right now. she’s always believed that she won’t be in a relationship that would last a lifetime, or she’d be able to open up to whoever her significant other with him. she knew this with ainsley, both women never really told each other much things, which caused them to just end things as time went by. with the younger girl right now….she just knew she couldn’t lose her, just the thought of it was already painful and she’d rather not think about it. with the history lover, she learned a lot about herself even more, discovered other things that she could do outside of being a barista and a performer. she truly did bring out the best in her.

“nope, you’re in my arms, you cute little baby.” the older girl giggles before she returns her gesture, pecking on the tip of her nose. there’s just something about the twinkle in her eyes that makes traci’s heart skip like it’s always the first time she gets to see it. she puts abigail down and holds hands with her, circling her thumb softly against her palm. she shakes her head lightly at her words. “baby, my cooking skills are average compared to monroe and cleo’s, they’re both top tier!” she takes the other with her behind the counter. “you know what i do make best though?” she wiggles her eyebrows at the other.

From that first night when her friends paid for Traci to give her a dance at P&P Strip Club to where they are now... She truly hadn’t been expecting it. Abigail had been going through a rather confusing time when they first met, having began to develop feelings for her professor and what to do about it. The other coming into her life helped her make that decision quickly, especially that second night they met. There’d been an automatic connection with the older brunette. It was almost as if... as if they’ve always known each other in some way, shape, and form. She couldn’t explain it. All she knew, really, was that she needed the girl in her life. Six months later and now, she is completely and utterly in love with her girlfriend, whom she shares an apartment and a cat with and would frequently make videos including Traci, who’s become deeply loved by Abi’s subscribers. She truly made the right choice and she knows it.

“Your cute little baby,” she echoed with a giggle. While they’re both switches and Abigail has recently grown more into a dom role, she still loved this. Being pampered and spoiled and babied and taken care by the woman she loves. She nearly whined as she was brought back down, her lips almost pulling into a pout. Yet then she takes her hands and touches them like that and suddenly, all is right in the world. “Your cooking skills are delicious! Besides, they can’t make coffee and tea like you do. Cleo can cover the cooking, Monroe can cover the donuts, you can cover the drinks, and then you guys can all share the things that you’re all equally good at.” Pulled back behind the counter, her grin grew and brows rose. Mischief twinkled slightly in her eyes but she calmed herself down, tilting her head slightly. “Oh? Can you show me it, please? Is it... one of your fancy infamous lattes, honey?”

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withfervour​:

      It seemed weird to claim something like fate didn’t exist when he was certain fairy tale creatures were standing in line at the corner coffee shop, and flipped burgers at the local fast food joint. So maybe there was a reason it felt like his feet were on autopilot as they moved toward the brunette bombshell. Henry was a closeted romantic, sure – something he couldn’t admit aloud with a straight face. However, it was clear their trysts were merely for the fun and distraction. Being the rebound was great: he didn’t need to worry about messy feelings or relationship dynamics when things were clear and casual. Since he was her history professor, it wasn’t like they could stroll across campus holding hands and getting mushy – though, that could be a nice look on him, arms wrapped around someone gorgeous.

      Henry stood behind her at 6′1″, and easily reached over her shoulder to retrieve the book. A navy-painted fingernail worked the book out a little from the edge by the bottom of the spine before he gently yanked it off the shelf. In typical Henry fashion he wore burgundy tailored chino shorts, skinny leather belt, a short-sleeve button-up with a vintage print of hot air balloons in a brown, cream, and burgundy pallete that matched his shorts and the cream-colored tweed sports jacket he wore. He stared down at her with hair disheveled and chin rocking a short beard. “Well, I could carry a few of those for you,” he offered with a smirk.

Oh god... you’ve got to be kidding... Abi had been trying to savor the next week before school started back up again. Before she had to see Henry again. For awhile, she couldn’t really describe what their little thing was to her. On one hand, she’d been dealing with the aftermath of her breakup. After seeing her parents’s old friend Nicola for awhile, she ended things (er, more so like ghosted her... they’ve since talked about that and all is well now) once her and Henry began seeing each other. For the longest time, it had been only about the sex and having fun. Just escaping the world for awhile, trying to forget about her ex. It would work, until she remembered, and then the pattern repeated itself. And then during the latter months, she was beginning to fall for him. That made things confusing for her. Of course, realistically, they couldn’t be together like that. He was her teacher, after all. Sure, if he’d been some other teacher for another subject, it might’ve worked. But considering he’s her history teacher, that clearly wouldn’t have worked.

So Traci coming into her life like she did around that time had been a blessing. Abigail was able to get over her blooming feelings for the teacher and began to fall in love with the older girl. Buuut, that didn’t make her feel any less awkward after ending things with him and then still needing to attend his class for a few more months before summer. She made sure to keep her distance from him, which worked. Then summer came along and she hasn’t seen him all season. Spending her time with Traci (who eventually moved in with her), their cat, working on her thesis on Hatshepsut, grew her YouTube channel some more, went on adventures, and spent time with friends and family. So, she had a fun summer.

But now here she was, a week early, standing near her former professor-with-benefits. This is fine. Abi had recognized his hand completely at first, the wind being knocked right out of her. They hadn’t been this close to each other in six months, the girl biting down on her bottom lip nervously. “Th-Thank you, um... but I, I think I can handle it, Hen- Professor Sweet.” She looked down for a moment. She nearly cursed herself for almost saying his name. Dammit all. “Um... Did you... have a nice summer...?”

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themarissaharrison​:

Marissa enjoyed reading. It was a hobby that many people wouldn’t necessarily put by someone like her. But, knowledge was power, and Marissa fucking loved power. So, from a young age reading had just been one of those things she had to do to stay sharp, and eventually… She began reading for pleasure. All non-fiction, of course, her flavor of choice this month had circled back around to some history; ancient history. There was something fascinating about the way of life back then, wasn’t there? She was busy perusing the shelves, her plum red painted nails drawing over the spines until a voice interrupted her thought process causing her to turn on her heels. With deadpan features, the older woman’s eyes locked into Abigail’s and then flicked to the stack of books in her arms. “You do have your hands full,” she commented dryly before turning and reaching for the book in question. Marissa forced her lips to curl into a smile as she placed said book a top of the pile, her curious and inquisitive nature reading the titles of the ones it joined. “Do you study the Eastern Med ancient history, or– are you a writer trying to come up with the next The Mummy screenplay?”

Oh, how she wanted to run. To scamper away like a little mouse. Her eyes were piercing, as if she could stare straight into her soul; Her tone sounded annoyed, as if Abigail’s mere presence was a nuisance to the other; And the woman just radiated with power, as if all she had to do was snap her fingers and suddenly get everything she wanted. In other words: she terrified the young history lover. Her cheeks burned bright red with embarrassment and feeling like a huge idiot for having the audacity to try and joke about the amount of books in her arms. “Th-Thank you,” she squeaked out, her eyes peering out over the book pile up at her. She’d been about to run away when she asked her a question. She pressed her lips together. God, she wishes that Traci was here... “Archea, a-archaeology major and history minor. Some of these are for class... others for some light reading... others for, um, for a video review for my YouTube channel...”

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thetracihendrix​:

traci’s life had definitely turned around the moment abigail came into her life. so much has changed between the two of them for the past couple of months, more than half a year if she was keeping track of the time. she used to be very much closed off to everyone except a handful of them. it used to be just natalia and her other close friends, and eventually the history lover just wiggled herself easily into that list, which was scary for the barista at first. she was just supposed to be her client as they’ve initially agreed, but something else bloomed during their relationship and it’s just….the rest was indeed history for traci hendrix and abigail bailey.

seeing her walk up to the counter immediately brought a smile to traci’s face. “good morning, baby.” she grins at the other, eyeing her and how she never fails on looking so fucking adorable every time. that cute smile that really caught her heart tripping whenever she sees it, she just always makes her so excited. “ah, the miss bailey special, on my secret menu. of course, yeah.” she giggles, walking around the counter to hug the younger woman, slightly lifting her in her arms. “sorry i had to leave without waking you up, you just look so cute in your sleep–well you always are, but you do get my point.” she shakes her head to herself. “how was breakfast?”

The girl giggled, happiness so great it was hard to explain coursing through her being. The brunette blushed as she was eyed before practically leaping up into her arms. She felt more at home in Traci’s arms than she ever has in her own apartment. The past six months have been incredible. Watching them and their relationship grow has been such an experience, the girl loving every moment of it. Of getting to be with her more and more. Of kissing her, holding her, loving her. It truly was remarkable how two girls who were so quite very different could find each other, find things they shared, and just connect with each other. Getting to love Traci, getting to fall in love again and getting to be in love with the barista, was truly the greatest thing to happen to her.

Gazing up at her lovingly with an enchanted dazed smile, arms loosely wrapped around her neck and legs around her waist, she completely forgotten where they were. Were they at Potts still? Did they somehow teleport back to their apartment? Were they in Egypt or France or Peru? Were they even still on Earth? She wasn’t sure. The only thing she was so sure about, was Traci. “It’s okay, honey- at least you’re in my arms now.” Abigail kissed the tip of her nose softly then the bridge of her nose. “Excellent, as always. You, Monroe, and Cleo should form a business together and create a new restaurant or cafe. Breakfast food and donuts and coffees and teas all day, every day. I might be on to something here, honey.”

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[aebaileyofficial]

Trying to find the books she wants and/or needs is always such a struggle. Standing at 5′0″, typically a good portion of the books she’s looking for tends to be out of her reach. And a double unfortunate reason, her arms are typically always filled with multiple books as well every time she finds another book. It was always so embarrassing asking for help. Yet as she stared forlornly up at a book out of her grasp, the Turkish-Brit felt a little more hopeful once hearing another’s presence coming into the aisle. “Hullo! I’m sorry, but could you perhaps grab that book up there that says ‘Babylon: Mesopotamia and the Birth of Civilization’ by Paul Kriwaczek, please? It’s too far out of my reach and... er, well, my arms are... rather quite full, truthfully.” She had around seven different books in her arms, from biggest at the bottom going up to smallest at the top, where she rested her chin on top of slightly. Abigail should really start bringing in her own shopping cart or something.