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                                      Abigail could feel their eyes on her, watching over her like some fragile possession. Despite what they thought, the young woman could look after herself and didn’t need to be watched constantly. “Is there something that I can do for you?”

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r a i s e d  t o  t h e  s l a u g h t e r:

an abigail hobbs playlist

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                    “I can’t help the way I am.                      Believe me i’ve tried.” 

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>   “I have never expected

       you to help.”

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and i return

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                                                ‘ elegance is more important than suffering. ’

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     The presence of the woman in front of her was powerful, her eyes looking straight ahead. Abigail’s feet were planted firmly in to the ground as she wanted to remain undetected. She had managed to sneak in to her house for some water. Dr. Lecter had gone out of control and he had let her out, he would find her, even if he did have a head start; everyone always came back to him. Barely breathing, Abigail’s eyes quickly averted as she attempted to calculate the best way out.

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“He did.” Frederick said at the mention of Will Graham killing a man. He rather wanted to meet Mr. Graham, his condition interested him and he was sure his first kill made him all the more fascinating. He cocked his head to the side slightly and smirked, “Why do you think I’m here, Abigail?” He asked curiously. There were several reasons why he stopped by. He was in the area for one, he was curious about the girl that everyone whispered about, he of course wanted to examine her, and he wanted to offer her help. In his eyes this girl was a victim, perhaps not entirely innocent but in her situation; who could be?

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“Either you have heard things about me and you want to make sure that they’re correct, or you want to form your own evaluation on me.” She nodded towards the man, subtly gulping. Abigail was flawed, she couldn’t deal with the trauma that she had experienced in a clinical way. Although she tried to put on the stoic front, she was to handle it in a way that would only kill her, one way or another, Abigail Hobbs was dead, she had died in that house. Keeping her eyes on the man, she tried to soften her gaze, but the young woman couldn’t wait for a response. 

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“Mhm.” Frederick hummed before sliding off his jacket and hanging it over the back of his chair. He sat down on the nearby chair and offered a polite smile. “We have friends in common. Dr. Bloom and Dr. Lecter. It seems their favourite topic nowadays is you and a Mr. Graham.” 

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Friends was a term used very lightly in this situation, those mentioned were not her friends. However, the mention of them did spike her curiosity. Abigail remained stoic, she knew how crucial the effort of composure could be in this circumstance. “He did kill my father.” With raised eyebrows, the young woman looked over at the doctor. She wasn’t surprised at the news, those two were intelligent people that had shown her kindness, but she wasn’t willing to trust them, she wasn’t willing to trust anyone. “I can understand why you’re here.”

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“Are you Abigail Hobbs?” Frederick asked after the young woman asked him the question. He closed the door behind him before walking up to her bedside. His eyes wandered to the scarf around her pale neck for a moment before his eyes met her pale blue hues. She looked as though the colour had been drained from her but hospitals tended to do that. He supposed a homicidal father didn’t leave rosy cheeks either. 

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   The young woman knew that his first question was unnecessary; he had a good idea of whom she was and what she was doing there, it wasn’t wise to waste his time asking such pathetic questions. Nodding towards him, Abigail straightened her back and cleared her throat just before their eyes locked. “You’re a doctor.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. 

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Please reblog if you ACTUALLY read people's about pages.

It has come to my attention that some individuals take absolutely no effort to read about a character first before accusing a player of being off canon. 

Meanwhile the character is being played precisely as the character should be based on that character’s storyline in the about page.

Please reblog if you are not one of these people.

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   After hearing the door creak open slowly, Abigail looked up quickly to assess the figure entering the room. The man before her didn’t look familiar but he certainly had a superficial superiority stance. “Can I help you?” Softly raising both eyebrows, Abigail pursed her lips together and crossed her legs over each other. The young woman had grown tired of doctors looking at her, assessing her, looking for weaknesses as either an attempt to prove her guilt or innocence; everyone was different but they were all divided when it came to her. 

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S T A R T E R     C A L L 

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⊰♔; S H A T T E R E D

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{ ♔ }Hannibal gazed at the girl in front of him before just closing his hand around the knife so tighly so his pale skin basically cracked open, soon drawing blood that dripped onto the flooring. All of the blood in the kitchen was his, as he had managed to just lose hold of himself after one of those nightmares that provided flashbacks from the past that only hurt more than change anything for the better. “Nothing..”, he spoke with his usual stern and cold voice, that this time provided no emotion. He had completely forgotten about her presence, so in silence, he basically sat down on one of the kitchen chairs, still holding the knife. Gazing at her before breaking contact, he then spoke. “You should leave, Abigail…”

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Looking at him helplessly, the young woman shook her head. She wanted to help him but she didn’t know how; Abigail was intelligent to know not to approach a man that seemed so possessed by his dagger. The scene in front of her was one for Shakespeare plays, not her life. Taking a step back, Abigail’s eyes remained wide as her body trembled. Was he letting her go?

Going outside seemed foreign to the girl, it was night so being seen wasn’t a concern of hers. It was a chance to feel normal again. Abigail turned away, her back turned to the bloody figure, and began to approach the front door. Finger tips pressing in to her palms, she took a deep breath before reaching for the lock.

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⊰♔; S H A T T E R E D

{ ♔ } He could not recall what had happened but around him, everything was a huge mess. What had been his clean and spotless kitchen was now a place where broken glass were all over the flooring, and blood splatter framed the white cupboards. His flooring was the same, yet he had not killed anyone. So what had gone wrong? He had recalled having a flashback, about something quite vulnerable, about her. Yet now he was standing in the middle of his kitchen, shirt soaked in his own blood, as the skin of his fists was torn apart, and in one hand, he clutched a kitchen knife. And then..in front of him, he heard a sudden gasp…

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        The scene in front of Abigail took her by surprise. Dr. Lecter’s manner was usually calm, perceptive and he always appeared to be in control; this time was different. It looked too familiar to the young woman, the kitchen setting full of disorderly chaos. As the knife caught the dim light, it proceeded to stunt Abigail’s vision. Eyes darting from one counter to the other, Abigail felt her pulse rate rise, as if her own body was trying to suffocate her.

“Wh-” She gulped. “What are you doing?” The brunette kept her distance from the intimidating figure of the more than familiar face. 

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open.

        ❝ I guess— just pick which room you’d prefer. It’s nice, being close to the office but… if you’d like your privacy…   ❞ WOW, look a all these vacancies. DAMN, she loved this time of year. 

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                  “Privacy, please.” Abigail smiled towards the older woman. She had been so used to hiding out that it came naturally to her.

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                                   I wear the chain                                          I forged in                                                 life.

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my activity is wavering but I’ll be on tomorrow