#ft. abel

[chvemin]

“ ¿Tienes alguna teoría de lo que esté ocurriendo realmente? ” / @dizvn  @kvrnna​

interrogante la lleva a negar suavemente, teorías suelen enlazarse de a poco, mas cree encontrarse perdida al respecto. ‘ tal vez finalmente los aliens nos están invadiendo y acabaron desequilibrando la naturaleza. ’ bromea, por supuesto, intentando que tensión generada a partir de la situación que vive, sea menor. ‘ realmente no entiendo que sucede. ’ como si paz que hubiera reinado hasta ahora, fuera solo una ilusión pasada. ‘ pero no parece que sea una situación que vaya a desaparecer pronto. ’

[yunvk]

Envía ❛ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐑 ❜ para un escenario donde: nuestros personajes quieran comprar algodón de azúcar, pero solo quede el último de la noche. ¿Son buenos compartiendo?

idea parece ser recurrente, motivo por el cual situación, acaba siendo complicada, disputa por dulce no ingresa en sus planes, ciertamente. ‘ ¿no puedes comer otra cosa? ’ indaga, esperando que sea algo sencillo de resolver, aunque presagia que nada esa noche, tendría una solución tan pacífica. ‘ mi glucosa está baja. ’ miente. / @dizvn​

[cheathatcher]

It wasn't often these days that he could manage to steal Abel away for longer than a few hours, let alone the whole night, so when Abel accepted his offer to go out to some overcrowded hole-in-the-wall club, it wasn't shocking that Elias had called for a bit of celebration of some sorts. A celebration that mostly entailed drinking more than they usually would. 

 As if they hadn't already had enough to drink, Elias pulled Abel off the dance floor to stand at the crowded bar in search of another drink. A bit too drunk and preoccupied with trying to spot the bartender, he didn’t notice the drink that had been placed in front of him until he could feel the spoken offer on his neck. He pulled back, leaning back into Abel as he smiled at the stranger beside them, slurring a quick 'thanks' before the man was gone again. 

"Well..." he started, turning back to look at Abel with a growing smile, "that was nice, wasn't it?" he said, looking around them to see if the man was still close by enough to listen in. 

@abel-evans​

[juno-dearborn]

i’ll tell the stars you said hello | self-para

There had been many versions scrapped, balled up, tossed in the wastebasket just beneath the sleek desk as the night wore on. He often stared at a blank page, taunting him, tugging at his hair for the right things to say, and whenever he did write it didn’t feel like enough. The final letter was imperfect, barely legible through his impatient hand that could never keep up with his racing thoughts, but he wasn’t going to go into the Arena without writing it. He refused to not. 

The final note was finished just as the sun broke over the horizon, spilling into the city below.

Satch,

I guess if you’re getting this, it’s because I died. 

I’m sorry. I didn’t want to, I promise. I was going to make every effort to make it out alive and come back to you, really. Please don’t be angry at me. Or Abel, or Liz, or anyone. I wanted things to go differently, but it’s not anyone’s fault.

I’m writing this because I felt like I didn’t get to say everything I wanted before time ran out. I wanted to spend the rest of my life telling you this stuff, but this is the closest I’ll be able to come now. You are perfect. You are good and intelligent and beautiful in every way. I love your smile. I love your passion for what you do. I love your courage. I wish just about everything that happened was different, because in any other universe, with any other circumstance, we would have had a chance.

But I don’t regret meeting you, I don’t regret the time I got with you. I’ve never met someone I saw some kind of future with before. It’s a stupid cliche, the type of stuff my mom harps about, but I really did feel like I’d known you my whole life. Like we were something meant to be. I wish we’d had more time to figure out what it was that was.

Satchel, you’re something special. You’re a miracle in a dark world like this. If there’s anyone who deserves the longest, happiest life in all of Panem, it’s you. Look out for Abel and Liz. Remind them sometimes they’re idiots. And that I love them. 

I’ll tell the stars you said hello.

Love, Eli

With reverence, he neatly folded the letter in half, then into quarters, and slid it carefully in front of the Tarot cards in their beautiful box. He carefully placed the deck at the center of the desk, then on another piece of paper wrote: Give to Satchel McQueen if I don’t come home.

A knock at his door startled him. “Coming!” he called, shrugging on a hoodie, then checked his pocket for his token.

On the way out, one hand on the doorknob, he cast one more glance to the violet box, lonely atop the empty desk in the empty room. Then closed the door.

[gevrgie]

Top three people on the trip you are/could easily see yourself crushing on?

no one. fuck you all. @abelhands, @savannahkane, & @the-eun-jung

[cheathatcher]

what am i doing. what in the actual hell am i doing??  elias never claimed to make good decisions, but it wasn’t like anyone would ever believe that much even if he did. example one being he was in front of abel fucking evans home, and example two being he’d just knocked on the fucking front door. what am i thinking?? he was about to run, the door hadn’t even been answered yet, he could simply get back in his car and just—  he heard footsteps behind the door and just like that it was too late to run, hearing the familiar sound of the doorknob turning. a hand jumped up to rub at his neck, drawing in a quick breath to brace himself for his impending doom. “um— pizza delivery!” what? what the fuck am i saying??

@abel-evans​

[cheathatcher]

Three months and Elias had settled into something with Abel that he couldn't fully grasp, and he didn't think Abel could either. It didn't bother him; they didn't have to know to keep it going, and that seemed to work for them — it was comfortable. And wasn’t that just what the both of them needed right now? 

"Hey," he came up from behind, resting a hand on the low of Abel's back for just a moment, if just to let him know he was there, "I’ve been looking for you. I ordered you this fancy sparkling water crap-" he brought the glass to eye level, examining it with a much too overcritical look, "I thought maybe you'd like it," he held the glass out to Abel, a small smirk on his face. It wasn't like he needed a reason to see him, not in the slightest, but he wanted to offer something up and water would surely treat him better tonight than something alcoholic. 

@abel-evans​

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

[ CLEAR ] for one muse to wipe the other’s tears. - modern

✧ ━━ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐂 𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴

“W-Well, I ━ it's just so ... so sad!”

Robin blubbered, voice cracking with emotion as he flung his hand dramatically toward the flickering TV screen while the heart-wrenching and raw scene of Leonardo DiCaprio sinking into the icy abyss of the Arctic Circle, leaving behind the warmth of the love of his life. Rose's sorrowful voice took up the leftover space in the room as she clung to the memory of their last moments and begged for him to stay with her. A futile thing. She'd never be able to save him. Melancholic orchestral swell enveloped the room next, Robin nestled himself next to her, and right then and there his body seemed to collapse entirely. Tears sat like pearls atop the backdrop of his flushed cheeks, while his sobs bounced between them and he blew his nose into the offered tissue.

A third glass of wine lay empty on the coffee table, no doubt the main perpetrater in the unraveling of his mental defenses, having left behind someone who now laid open and raw. Big, blubbering tears continued their betrayal, cascading down his face as he frantically swiped at them, only to find more pooling at the corners of his eyes. It was almost funny ━ until Robin's drunken analysis began, his words tumbling out with reckless abandon. And unbeknownst to him each acted like a tiny hammer to expose a well of shared pain that neither had fully acknowledged ━ and even so he first assumed that Miss Evelynn was merely reveling in the spectacle of his unguarded ego.

“She c-can’t save him … ” The florescent scene reflected in his pupils, as he murmured, "And he can't save anyone either … "

Miss Evelynn was stilll sat beside with an unsettling grace, and he couldn't help but think that she was rather callous then, but he was completely oblivious to whatever hellish swirling memory this was churning within her. Soon he felt a hand brush his cheek, delicate and soft, as she pulled him closer on her chest. He had seen it ━ that weight in her stare, that profound depth that seemed to echo back the heartache he felt; but it was a bittersweet recognition, one that his wine would not let him indulge in. Instead, he hid away again and stammered,

"Ah ━ I'm sorry, I-I promised myself I wouldn't cry anymore and yet ... "

Abel, what is this? I don't need a stupid toy, I'm not a child! It was a gift from your mother. You remember her, don't you? It was only a few years ago you were given this … I thought it might help you ━ No! No! I don't want it! I hate it! I hate it!

Robin still laid as the gentle curve of her palm continued to cradle his cheek, letting his breath steady out as she wiped at his glistening face. His green gaze drifted up to meet her languid stare, half draped over her form while her arms and lashers constricted and curled around him; as if letting go would destine him to dissipate into nothingness at the slightest gust of wind. … nothingness. With a slight shift, he redirected his focus to the television. An onslaught mix of pleading, screaming, and heart-wrenching sobs pierced through the frozen, endless expanse of pitch black night before her. One that would swallow her until there was nothing left. Begging for someone ━ anyone ━ to save her.

The breath of familiarity against his subconscious brought a shudder to his spine.

Help me! Help me! A-Abel please, help me!

Robin turned his attention back to Eve, who was rather … quiet, but now his eyes shone brightly back at her instead of the slit-throat corpse she had found lying forgotten in the murky alleys of Zaun. But that memory was far beyond lost by now.

... Or at least one of them would be free from it.