Abby Bennett Wilson

@bringingoutthedead-blog

Most everyone views me as the absent mother, and the Bennett who thought she escaped Mystic Falls. I failed my daughter in the past, but I'm here now to make up for lost time. To keep her from following in the broken footsteps that seem to curse those who practice. Humanity on. Tracking tag: bringingoutthedead Independent Roleplay open to all fandoms and original characters. None of the gifs and graphics I use are mine. [Unless stated otherwise.] +Under Construction +Mun & Muse 21+

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devilishdue

"Actually, I don’t think you do, not anymore," he said as he wiped a finger against one of the cabinets that Sheila possessed. His eyes were everywhere but on the Bennett woman. In his world, time was— distorted, almost like dreams and he could roam freely as he did now. Eventually his arms crossed at her hastiness. "You know, the only thing you’ve done right is give her the gift of life," he told the woman. He was sure that she would understand the subject at hand was Bonnie. "And it’s a miracle that she’s so… controlled." She had great potential. His little girl would be the brightest witch of her age.

bringingoutthedead-blog

The desire to get rid of him only grew as he made his way around the room. The nod to Bonnie stunned her for a second. Once her mind worked over his words and the sentiments fully registered she swung the door open again. "I think it's time for you to go," her hand made the gesture for the stranger to find his way through it. "You've got no business with me, and definitely none with my child."

#devilishdue #lou

devilishdue

He simply walked in at a slowly, leisurely pace as if the whole world was waiting on him. It was his very special playground. This house, the house of his little daughter— soon to be daughter anyways. Even without his interruption the little witch would end up abandoned by all that she loved. He knew from the moment he set eyes on the little one she was the child for him and his forged family.

"House sitting? Curious. Might I remind you that the devil is the father of lies?" He wasn’t so discreet with his identity. Why should be be? He didn’t need to anymore. It was a new age in which men made themselves gods. He was just another thing that society no longer feared, but he was stronger for it.

bringingoutthedead-blog

"I'm sure the devil also knows how to tell when someone has plans." Abby leaned against the door frame, eyes searching him over for any kind of tell. Something that could clue her in as to why this man tracked her down to her mother's home. "You found me here so whatever the reasoning is behind this visit, it must be important... So let's cut to it shall we?" Her mind found new focus, get him out before they make it back. Sheila had an immense knowledge of magic on her side, but her daughter not so much. Abby tried to make it a point that Bonnie would never learn, she didn't want those kind of complications for her. In that mission, she tried to make sure Bon was never exposed.

#devilishdue #lou

devilishdue

The devil stood tall in the door way. Straight like a statue, and he was pale like the one’s carved of marble in the Greek pathology section. He was a homage to what God had considered beautiful, a bodily gift that was to atone for sending his son from heaven into the mortal ground. Every detail of the six foot eleven man was unnerving, from his unnaturally green eyes to his normally unfeasible height.

“Hello Abby Bennett Wilson,” he greeted instead of answering her question, “May I come in?” There was a flicker of coldness passing over his eyes. Hell wasn’t warm, it was too unpleasant to be warm. No, it was as cold as his unnaturally forged vessel’s hands that spread death where it pleased.

bringingoutthedead-blog

Her skin crawled when he managed the greeting with her name. Abby hesitated taking a moment to lean through the doorway and eye the sidewalks. Empty. "Go ahead," she answered annoyed. Taking a step back to open the threshold to him. If a scene was going to come out of this best it happened without the eyes of every citizen in Mystic Falls. Once he was inside she shut the door behind him quickly, but kept a hand on the knob in case he overstayed the hospitality. "If we could make whatever this is quick... I'm just the housesitter."

#devilishdue #lou

"The Noose"-APC

#devilishdue #hc #head canon

Trying to remember the last time Sheila called was enough to make her head hurt. Being invited back into her childhood home, even if it was temporary lightened her mood a bit. Her stomach twisted itself into knots as she pointlessly fussed around the living room...anything to take her mind off facing her mother. Her daughter. They must have been out on some kind of adventure she herself would never approve of. When the doorbell rang she put on her best 'I promise I missed you' smile. Expecting to see the eyes of her now five year old daughter looking up, fingers intertwined with her grandmothers. Instead there was the rather imposing figure of a strange male, Abby's own smile faded. The energy oozing from this one was different, causing her defenses to raise. "Something I can help you with?"