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♞ @coastsick insisted: dance from abigail !

some one word prompts . ( send one of the words for our muses to interact based off that word )

dance : my muse holds their hand out, waiting for your muse to come out and slow dance with them.

Abigail Roberts is a fine young woman and mother to Jack Marston. A fine Mother for that matter. So far be it from Dutch to allow her to watch in isolation while the rest of the camp are swaying the night away. John always had a way of vanishing opposed to being a father to his son.

In an attempt to lighten the mood, Dutch extends a hand out to young Miss Roberts. ❛ Abigail Roberts, you’re the only soul in this camp without a dancing partner. Perhaps you’ll care to join me? ❜

While there was a decision to made in his invitation, he does not give her much time to answer before his hand is clasped into hers, lifting the youngest to her feet and sliding an arm around her mid-back.

#♚ I have a plan [ic]#♜ insist? [inbox].#♛ he insists upon it [answered].#coastsick

( @coastsick got alinea king )

she solves the problems with standard geometry first, because that always came easiest -- but the others stand a little more of a challenge with dramatically long decimals and confusing fractions. but like she promised, alinea applies herself and finishes the sheet in under an hour.

❛ i’m done. now can we ? ❜

#coastsick #for alineas beautiful incredible awesome amazing mama #THREAD ( alinea. )

continued from here. / @coastsick

❛ i almost missed it. you know i move around too much — but the mailman caught me on my way out. ❜ by out he means out of town. usually to new york, or some other place on the opposite side of the nation. ❛ you know, you could just call. ❜

‘ i don’t like to call. i always forget what i wanted to tell you, ’ he confessed. he liked having the time to think about what he wanted to say. he could write an e-mail. but his e-mails were read through by his employer. just to make sure that he wouldn’t fall back into old habits. so most of the time he preferred letters.

#coastsick #been meaning to continue this but i am slow forgive me #► 『v. 004』 ◂ ▪ ▫ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ.#▱ •・ ‹ report to the new quartermaster. › ic.

( @coastsick got doc sportello )

❛ what’s it like, ❜ he says, feeling anxious, ❛ in, y’know, that industry ... ❜ she doesn’t strike him as a porn star... then again, chicks these days will do anything to grab a little cash and say, hey, fuck you, to their parents back in nevada. he figures it to be the same case. ❛ not like i’m try’na join or anything, just asking for investigation-sakes. ❜

#coastsick #THREAD ( doc. )

INTERROGATION PROMPT. |||||| @coastsick “ i need you to tell me the truth.”

Her voice, her scent has somehow translated to dreams. What has he given her ? HEARTACHE. He’ll never be GOOD enough for her, and he’ll never be what she NEEDS. Yet, in his miserable heart he can’t let her go, SELFISH till the very end. Had she hoped to tame his ways, to somehow make the KILLER in him good ? Jackson will never know. He’s INTENSE to say the least, and there were FEW who could handle that intensity. That intensity burns even now, he’s sitting on her porch. Clothes bloody as he swallows down another sob, ANOTHER death has visited his door. Akin to some angel of death ALTHOUGH he’s closer to hell than he’s ever been before. REGRET or is the acknowledgement that his day of JUDGEMENT is closer than he planned ? He can’t meet her gaze nor stand to hear the DESPERATION in her voice. If only a simple explanation could mend everything, he knows that once he confesses his SINS their time will be UP. Jackson’s hands intertwine as elbows rest upon knees, and he TRIES to tame the beast that lives within.

STARVED for blood it would seem, and as eyes close momentarily he remembers the TORTURE that he had inflicted upon another. Hands shake as breath staggers WHO IS HE ? Part man part monster, though that monster will win, and start to destroy EVERYTHING he loves. ‘ I can’t ’ Jackson almost pleads as eyes open, and hands lower. Shoulders sag with the weight of what he’s done, the PATH he can never undo. ‘ Please . . . ’ IMPLORES Claire as eyes finally land upon hers. Can she feel the PAIN, see the desperation, and LOSS ? Tall frame gets up from chair as he looks down at her, ‘ I only want one thing right now . . . YOU ’ hand reaches out for her own, ‘ I can’t give you more. Wish I could ’ Tone soft and filled with all the sadness in the world. GRIEVES the part of him that has long ago died, and been replaced with HATRED, and REVENGE.