#abbtt

[guards-off-hours]

reassurance <3

[softcursed]

       heartbreak   sits   in   a   young   girl’s   mouth      like   ash   upon   her   tongue .      there   have   been   months   of   silence   and   fear ,      a   paranoia   which   crept   into   her   veins   the   day   death   eaters   broke   up   her   sister’s   wedding .      it   has   yet   to   leave      ——      her   friends   at   hogwarts   living   in   fear   of   a      terrible   regime      find   it   too   unsafe   to   write   frequently ,      and   while   she   understands   this ,      it   does   not   make   her      worry      less .      still ,      she   has   not   received   a   letter   from   hannah   since      before      dumbledore   was   killed .      no   word   in   just   over   four   months ,      and   now   gabrielle   understands      why .

      ❛      ——      dear   hannah ,

      i’m   so   sorry   to   hear   about   your   mother .      i   know   i   am   too   far   away   to   be   of   much   help   to   you ,      and   i   know   your   school   is   a   terrible   environment   to   be   in   right   now ,      but   please   know   that      you   are   not   alone .      i   am   thinking   of   you ,      always .      my   mother   says   you   are   more   than   welcome   to   spend   christmas   with   us ,      if   you   wish   to   escape   for   a   while ,      but   i   will   not   be   disappointed   if   you   choose   not   to .      i   know   it   is   a   time   you   might   rather   spend   with   family .

      i   know   you   may   not   be   able   to   reply   for   a   while ,      and   that’s   alright .      stay   safe .

                                        your   friend ,      gabrielle .      ❜

@abbtt​  liked  for  a  starter  !

[guards-off-hours]

sleepwalking+nightmares=disoriented fight-or-flight

[adggrys]

@abbtt / liked for a starter.

           ADJUSTMENT IS A NECESSARY EVIL. it's the mantra he's adopted in the evenings when the whiskey isn't strong enough , and he fails to hone enough exhaustion for proper sleep. adjustment is a necessary evil. that doesn't mean that it is easy. it isn't some simple task to be incorporated into a daily routine nor is it a potion to be taken with meals throughout. it is a CONCEPT , abstract and uncanny , attributed to both effort and necessity albeit never quite pinned down. and trust , he's tried. " don't really see people around much anymore. 's hard to keep up. " not to say he's put forth his best efforts in any capacity. this encounter alone had been little more than a stroke of luck. however , it must be noted. " sometimes it seems like  - it all came and went quite quickly , and i don't remember anything but the beginning and the end , you know ? "

[chosxnsecond]

                 three perfectly manicured pots sit before him, his own fingertips gentle in turning the painted clay beds in the window sill. the bustle of the kitchen is a distant clamor behind him, something he can block out and solely leave his focus to the sweet herbs before him. mint, jasmine, and thyme. a very faint and serene smile pulled taunt against his lips as he admires them with such fondness that he cant even hear the footsteps approaching from his left. tall frame straightening before backing away slowly, gaze shifting to the clock hoisted high above the grand archway to the dining hall. feet stumble and hands brace against the empty air fumbling to catch something before he’s knocked to his knees, hands catching his upper body before he’s blinking. head turning to look over his shoulder at the towering stack of trays filled with lemon cremes that had sprouted feet and run off. a soft laugh is let loose from his lips as he rises to his feet slowly the peering eyes cutting around the trays seeking him before he arches a brow, voice low and humored as he motions to the lemon cremes. “ you need a hand there? “ 

@abbtt liked for a starter!