Hm, I honestly don’t think it’s ever too early to drink. Care to join?
"Only if it's good liquor."
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Hm, I honestly don’t think it’s ever too early to drink. Care to join?
"Only if it's good liquor."
I’m sorry love, but did ya not see that I already was bored? Don’t believe reading a book, makes it any better.
"Go for a walk, socialise, drink tea…I don't know it's still early and the drinking doesn't start after 8."
Someone, entertain me. I’m bored.
"Read a book."
"There are no slaves."
"Just because there no slaves, doesn't mean they don't work like ones."
"God wants ter smite us all."
"His a busy guy, the slaves need him more than us."
"Fucking weather…"
"Afternoon, how's your day been?"
Passions | Danny/Abigail
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"I'm Catholic, I might not be Irish but Rose brought me to the church since I could remember. So there's no excuse on that dear."
Abigail would love to marry this man but at the time it seemed impossible. They don't have a normal courtship, and if they ever get married it would be in secret. Everything they do it's in secret no matter how much she hates it.
As she felt he grabbed on the last string, she turned around placing her hands around his neck. "Sounds alright, I'll be waiting for you in the back door. Unless you want me to leave my window opened." Abigail didn't mind seeing him tonight, after all they've been apart for awhile and she didn't know when Danny would leave again.
Placing a softly kiss on his lips she pulled away picking up the final part of her dress placing it over her body. "If you need anything, like food or some spare money don't be afraid send one of your boys for me. I don't plan on leaving the brothel today." Abigail turned around placing her hand on his cheek softly. "And most of all be careful, I don't want to ahead any tears for you today." Giving him a side smile she gave him one last kiss before pulling away getting ready to leave.
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you’re so full of life.
Once you get close to death, life doesn't exist.
Passions | Danny/Abigail
When she turned to face him, Danny shifted to lay on his back, the cool metal bed frame against the soles of his feet sending a shiver up his spine. He’d missed having her close to him during his trip down-state and her hand against his face was enough to distract him from his own troublesome thoughts. It was rare for someone to touch him affectionately like she did and he responded by sliding his hand between her thighs, his gaze now locked on hers as he considered stimulating her for a second round. Her inexperience made sex between them something more than the quick fumbles he’d become accustomed to with the various prostitutes he’d visited and he’d noted that it was a good tool to divert her attention from asking too many questions.
"There ain’t nothing wrong, I’m fine."
His hand deliberately moved higher, her flesh growing warmer as he lifted himself up and over until he lay above her, his lips attacking her neck with small, forceful kisses. She tasted sweet, her hair fresh as he breathed her scent in deep, his attention completely focused on her naked form below him.
"Did you lie with any other men whilst I was gone?"
The answer to that question had been one of the things playing on his mind, the idea that she’d been with anyone else irritating him for some unknown reason. He knew that the women he’d been with before had had their fair share of men, some probably sleeping their way through the entire city if it meant they could make a decent earning and it hadn’t bothered him. It was to be expected, that was why - there was no emotion involved, but with Abigail, it was different. He’d vested a personal interest in the girl and he couldn’t have her behaving like a common whore.
Abigail adjusted by his sudden movement. She wasn't surprise by him trying to change the subject but she reminded herself to ask him later while he was helping her get dress. Placing her hands on his shoulder she held tightly whit a small gasp escaping her lips. As she heard his question, she decided to be honest with him, like she always has been.
"There's only been one man on my best, and I don't plan on having any other on it besides you dear."
It was the truth, sometimes in her mind she saw herself getting married in a white dress in a catholic service with Danny but at times it seemed impossible. She knew deep down inside of her she wasn't the type of man to settle down.
"But I went on dates, to distract my mother and the bowery boys. After all you want no one to know about us."
Even though she would like to go in the public with Danny, it was for the best for them to keep it on the low. After all he wanted to protect her but sadly when he wasn't around one of his own boys took the time to hurt her but she wasn't gonna say anything to him. She didn't want to worry him in anyway, after all he had a lot on his mind already.
Oh what if I want to become a write, just like you? Confidence is the key.
But that doesn't mean we're all trash? No one is special, it's just a lie they tell you in school while your making a nice dress.
Because it’s me, and it looks like you got nothing better to do.
Don't put your self so high on a pedestal, while you're just trash like all of us.