Paradise Lost

Indie & Selective Abigail Ashe of STARZ Black Sails

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When you wake up in the middle of day to some brats who call themselves “vampire hunters” and they’re going to “cleanse the world of your evil”

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Send a word for your muse to find my muse in a certain state.

Mostly angsty stuff, but feel free to add your own.

Tears - Find my muse crying.

Rest - Find my muse sound asleep.

Dream - Find my muse moving in their sleep due to a dream or nightmare.

Bleed - Find my muse injured.

Drink - Find my muse drunk.

Collapse - Find my muse blacked-out on the ground.

Leaving - Find my muse dying.

Grave - Find my muse dead.

Fear - Find my muse panicking about something.

Hide - Find my muse hiding from something or someone.

Anger - Find my muse very angry.

Escape - Find my muse trying to run away from something or someone.

Toxic - Find my muse poisoned.

Bruise - Find my muse badly beaten up. 

Freeze - Find my muse trying to keep warm in the cold.

Battle - Find my muse in the middle of a fight with someone or something.

Saw - Find my muse getting a limb amputated. 

Cough - Find my muse coughing out blood.

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@kolanii

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@kolanii

Well whether she was still /in/ the city is up for debate, it's pretty likely that she was sent the morning of the trial, because Peter didn't want ANYONE talking to her about the details, even accidentally in passing. But it's very likely that she would have seen the city burning after leaving.

I think her opinion on all of it was heavily colored by the recent growth of nuance in her view of life in general. It's very clear that when we first meet Abigail, she is a very black and white thinker-- due to her age and upbringing. But the dichotomy between Vane and other pirates she was acquainted with like Billy helped, as well as the tarnishing of her image of her father who had previously been on a far off pedestal.

Given a little time to parse everything, I think that while she absolutely disagrees that leveling the city and killing so many innocent people was acceptable or forgivable, she does get to a point where she accepts that people, as demographics, aren't a monolith. Vane, Flint, Billy, Miranda, Eleanor, everyone else she met, were their own very different people-- pirates aren't necessarily all basically demons in human skin. Nor is any else the opposite.

She doesn't think that her father deserved to die. But she gains some nuance as to why it happened, given Miranda literally got murdered in front of Flint. She's also deeply religious and that plays a big part in her moving on from it. It's a very kind of cast no stones outlook, and a very thin line to walk, as she is lowkey angry about it but won't address it; instead taking an intellectualized, removed view of it all. Which probably also has a bit to do with some lowkey PTSD from her captivity.

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Little Abigail Ashe: Can we have a birthday cake?

Peter Ashe: It’s not your birthday

Little Abigail Ashe: The cake won’t know

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sentence starters inspired by & taken from horror movies.

‘ we should split up.’

‘ it was probably just the wind.’

‘ it’s probably nothing. just my / your imagination.’

‘ aw, come on! it’s  just a silly game someone made to scare little kids. it’s not real.’

‘ did you see that? i think i saw something move…’

‘ wait here, i’m gonna go check it out.’

‘ i heard this place is haunted. let’s go have a look.’

‘ i feel safe here.’

‘ i don’t feel safe here.’

‘ i feel like there’s someone / something watching us.’

‘ hello? is somebody there?’

‘ there’s no signal on my phone. you?’

‘ my phone’s ( almost ) out of battery.’

‘ and there goes the flashlight. how are we gonna see anything now?’

‘ what happened? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.’

‘ RUN!’

‘ you’re scaring me.’

‘ if this is a joke, it’s not funny.’

‘ just stop, this isn’t funny anymore.’

‘ it’s not real. it’s not real!’

‘ i’m just dreaming… this is just a nightmare.’

‘ how about we DON’T go into a haunted place in the middle of the night? just a thought.’

‘ yeah, i’m NOT gonna follow a blood trail into a creepy dark place, thanks.’

‘ you know, when a sign reads ‘dangerous. keep out,’ i kind of want to listen to it.’

‘ the door opened up by itself. no way in hell i’m going in there!’

‘ yeah, i’ve watched enough horror movies to know that’s a terrible idea.’

‘ there’s no need to be afraid. it’s just a dream.’

‘ it’s waiting for you.’

‘ it’s just a dream, right? or is it?’

‘ so, now you’re afraid of the dark, yes?’

‘ you’re afraid to sleep?’

‘ i just don’t want to see them again.’

‘ i think they want to hurt me. to take my place.’

‘ i’m going to die.’

‘ you could scare the hell outta somebody.’

‘ i didn’t want her / him to suffer.’

‘ jesus! fuck! what the fuck?!’

‘ my god, are you serious? that’s crazy!’

‘ his / her face was all swollen and- and bruised, and bloody.’

‘ it was so scary. when i woke up, it seemed like it was still in the room with me.’

‘ it was the worst nightmare i’ve ever had.’

‘ there’s something out there, isn’t there?’

‘ they’re going to kill me for sure.’

‘ you were screaming like crazy.’

‘ it was dark, but i’m sure there was somebody in there.’

‘ i thought it was just another nightmare.’

‘ i don’t think you’re crazy.’

‘ you’ll never come back!’

‘ it’s got a death curse.’

‘ at least i’m not afraid of ghosts.’

‘ you’re doomed if you stay here.’

‘ it’s ten miles to the nearest crossroads.’

‘ we’ll be laughing about this tomorrow.’

‘ no, no! they’re all dead! they’re all dead!’

‘ don’t leave me! they’ll kill you too!’

‘ what monster could’ve done this?’

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@kolanii

Three months, a week, and four days, since everything changed properly. Since the power grids collapsed, and the fires had started and since died out in the distance. Since she had lost everything.

It hadn’t been her intention to make any noise, but a simple misstep had sent an empty tin can skittering across the concrete as she had tried to navigate between buildings; the clicking and howls following a fraction of a second later.

Running point break into an abandoned hotel was her only option, and run she did; the following footfalls gaining despite her efforts. They had no concept of pain or exhaustion. Abigail stuttered to a brief stop in front the man, better judgement short circuiting in fear of both the dead behind her and the stranger in front.

He had not seen a living person in almost two weeks. The world was burnt and ashen, and the dead had claimed it. Those that remained were scattered and distrustful, and Flint was no exception: he had not traveled in a group for some time. It had been his intention to remain alone for the time being, for a variety of reasons.

Or it had been, until he had seen the girl. Unsurprisingly, Flint had heard the approaching snarls and snapping- he, too, had made haste into the closest, safest building, hoping to barricade himself somewhere quiet and dark and wait for them to pass. That plan was evidently no longer much of an option. 

Flint drew his sword, instinctively, and took one step to the side to indicate that the girl should flee up the stairs behind him. “How many?” he barked, already hearing the dead skittering and lurching up the road. “Forget it–just go, run, find a room and barricade it.”

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There was another fleeting moment of hesitation, as she regarded the stairs and what might lay past them. But the lack of a choice in the matter was sharply driven home by the splintering of wood behind her and Abigail snapped back to life; running blinding up god knew how many flights before pushing through a partially ajar exit several floors up.

The hallway was a mess in the low light that leaked in through the few open room doors, blood streaked through the carpet. But away from the immediate danger, she slipped back into her default method of surviving, being as quiet as humanly possible as she picked her way forward; stepping over and around various objects and broken furniture that littered the corridor.

She may have been in a dark building with the dead around any corner, but she was free of Vane. It was an improvement.

Choosing a room with the door already open, she closed it quietly behind her before quickly checking she was alone. The vaguely human shape on the floor of the bathroom was utterly still and silent, and she closed it away rather than study it too closely. It took a solid five minutes to bring herself to press the call button that would light up the room number behind the front desk silently, the rationality that the man had saved her life making her not wish him to have to search every floor if he came looking. If he was still alive.

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Above almost all, she had been raised to he polite. Left to watchful eyes of governesses, it was a lesson deeply ingrained. So despite her curiosity on the matter, she hadn't asked about the circumstances of Lady Hamilton ending up in this place, nor about Lord Hamilton and what had happened to him.

Their home was a barely remembered haze, in early childhood. But she remembered both of them as kind. The scandal surrounding them had escaped her, for the most part, as she had been so young. He had died and she had vanished, and all of it was overshadowed by her father's departure.

"Will you go back to London?" Abigail asked one evening, the thought occurring that now that Miranda was found, should the title of Countess not be hers? Albeit a widowed one. There was only so long she could listen to the quiet creak of wood against water in silence.

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she’d be a whole lot prettier  if she smiled once in a while 

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I think of what the world could be A vision of the one I see A million dreams is all it’s gonna take A million dreams for the world we’re gonna make

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@kolanii

Three months, a week, and four days, since everything changed properly. Since the power grids collapsed, and the fires had started and since died out in the distance. Since she had lost everything.

It hadn't been her intention to make any noise, but a simple misstep had sent an empty tin can skittering across the concrete as she had tried to navigate between buildings; the clicking and howls following a fraction of a second later.

Running point break into an abandoned hotel was her only option, and run she did; the following footfalls gaining despite her efforts. They had no concept of pain or exhaustion. Abigail stuttered to a brief stop in front the man, better judgement short circuiting in fear of both the dead behind her and the stranger in front.