#abigail frye

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Valentine's Day 1872 brought a lovely little surprise to Jacob and Polly. This time Jacob found himself looking into the blue eyes of a baby girl. She had a mop of reddish hair, the same colour as her mother, but the spark in her eyes, even minutes after being born, was all Jacob. The Assassin was delighted he had a daughter. Ever since Polly had announced she was pregnant again, he had secretly hoped she would have a girl. And now he was holding that daughter in his arms. He could already feel his heart swelling with deep, protective love for her. 'I'd kill anyone who hurt you,' he thought to himself as he stroked her cheek. It was such a powerful feeling. He'd had the same feeling with Emmett of course, but a girl was different. Jacob felt it was his duty as a father to keep her safe. Polly was quick to notice Jacob's reaction, and she couldn't help smiling. "We may as well just call her Princess Frye with the way you're looking at her," she teased her husband. "She's going to have you wrapped around her little finger." "That's not true," Jacob protested, but he didn't take his eyes off the now sleeping baby in his arms. He just continued to gently stroke her cheek. "Oh please! You're melting already and she's less than an hour old!" Polly laughed. "So, do we have a name for her, or are we sticking with Princess?" "Have any ideas?" "One. I like Abigail." "Abigail? Hmmm...Actually, I like it," Jacob agreed, smiling. "Abigail Frye. Wait..." "What's wrong?" Polly asked Jacob. He looked at his wife seriously. "I love the name Abigail. But...would you mind if we gave her the middle name Cecily? After my mother?" Polly smiled happily. "Of course not. It's a beautiful name and a wonderful sentiment. Our daughter, Abigail Cecily Frye." Happy Father's Day!!!

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Introducing, Abigail Frye, Jacob Frye’s daughter.

“Goodnight Gents!” She shouted as she ran.

“Frye! I will catch you!”

“Yea yea, you said that last week,” Abigail chuckled to herself. After a few minutes, she felt she was at a safe enough distance to slow down. She climbed down and hit the streets instead.

“What did you do this time?” Jack asked her, frowning.

“Nothing! They just started chasing me!” Abigail insisted, although Jack knew it was a big fat lie. Two seconds later and the three Policemen had turned into the alley.

“There she is! Frye! Give yourself up!”

“Run! I’ll distract them!” Jack hissed to Abigail. She didn’t need telling twice. She shot out of the alley like a bullet from a gun, and onto the street. Another two men were chasing her down, but she had a slight edge in speed over these older Officers. That was until she took a wrong turn by Cockham Merchants and got herself cornered.

Abigail has her own blogs too @xthe-frye-girlx This is the greatest work from my talented, sweetiest and the best friend, Tammy @swiggle-muffin. This is a part from her fanfiction ‘Piece of Eden’. You can read the rest here... :) and still to be continue, so stay tunned...! :)

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@w1ng3dassass1n @babelast drew us a wonderful picture of Brooker and Abigail at the Ball!

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Frye family portrait by @babelast ☺️(I look so smol)

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A father love.

“Yuk! You wouldn’t happen to have a blanket or anything, would you?” Abigail asked her father, flashing him a sweet smile, but Jacob’s frown remained in place.

“Funnily enough I didn’t exactly come equipped to drag my daughter of the Thames,” he replied, but he was already removing his own coat for her.

“I’m sorry father. I didn’t mean for anyone to get hurt…I was just having fun…” Abigail was now sobbing uncontrollably, something she very rarely did, and Jacob couldn’t stand seeing his daughter like that.

“Let her out or let me in. But either way, open that damn door!” Jacob ordered the Policeman, in a low growl. He didn’t argue. He unlocked the door and as soon as it was open, Abigail launched herself at her father. Jacob wrapped his strong arms around her and held her tight. He turned to Abberline, who was standing silently in the doorway.

“Let me take her home. Please Freddy, she’s just a kid.”

“Maybe you should of thought about that when you started training her how to kill people,” Freddy told him sternly.

Father will do anything to her daughter... This scene was moved myself, Thanks a lot to @swiggle-muffin who write this awesome ‘Piece of Eden’... :). Seriously, all the praise should go to her....! :) You can read all the rest here. 

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6-14 from kia

6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child? - Affection definitely. Both my parents are very loving people, and so is my brother really.
7. What was the economic status of their family? - Well, we aren’t doing too bad I suppose. We’ve always been able to afford what we need. Maybe our money isn’t made in the most conventional way, but we get by.
8. How does your character feel about religion? - I’m not particularly religious, but I do believe in a God.
9. What about political beliefs? - Mrs Disreali should of been Prime Minister, not her husband! Ok, so I met the lady once when I was a tiny baby. But my father’s stories about her always make me laugh. If I ever get a pet dog, I’m naming him Desmond.
10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted? - I feel like I’m very street smart. I can fight, I can run, and I know London like the back of my hand. I get that from my father. I’m kind of book smart too though. And intelligent. I get that from my mother.
11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated? - See above.
12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations? - I feel like I speak differently to a lot of Londoners I socialise with, like the Rooks, but I think that’s because my mother is from an upperclass family, so that’s how she talks.
13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates? - I was home schooled. I hated it. It was so boring. I’m clever, but I could just never sit still for long and that used to annoy Doretha, my tutor. I think she would of clouted me on a couple of occasions if my parents would of let her get away with it.
14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected? - There isn’t really anything else to get involved in if you’re home schooled, but I’m quite good at sports, and often join in games with the urchins.