#h0bbs

[zmogedra]

ABIGAIL HOBBS : I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM THEN, IF THERE'S NOTHING LEFT.

what can one do, when lost in such a tumultuous storm? left to her own devices, hannibal is certain she would succumb. but, with the proper guidance -- there was a spark of potential, there. one that fostered an unexpected sense of affection. father - hood changed men, but being one could not erase the nature of what was already in place. dark eyes sweep over abigail, and he sighs. his hand reaches out, gently cupping the side of @h0bbs's jaw; his thumb brushing over the wind - chaffed skin of her cheek.

❝   do not despair, abigail. you are shedding your old skin, your old life. from there -- there is nothing left to save. who you are now, in this moment, is becoming something greater. i will not allow you to be anything else. listen well, do as i say, as you have been, and the life carved out for us will be nothing but bliss.  ❞

[shilohgreen]

web weave for abigail hobbs and will graham for @h0bbs ♥

i. unknown. ii. unknown. iii. personal message by michael dumontier and neil farber. iv. blind light by antony gormley. v. sue zhao. vi. unknown. vii. these poems by june jordan. viii. unknown. ix. jenny holzer said... by eleanor hsieh.

[shilohgreen]

@h0bbs liked for a starter.

"abigail," will smiles, a TOUCH too expressive for his own comfort, before he reigns himself in. —he's missed her, but it's been difficult to imagine spending time with her while his condition is only worsening... she's seen her father descend into madness, she doesn't need to see will succumb to it too. "it's good to see you." hannibal as their HOST, will has faith the night can only go so awkwardly. they only have to entertain themselves without supervision til dinner is served.

"i was thinking of you the other day," a warmth in his voice, reserved only for her, "wondering how you've been." and WONDERING if she wondered about him at all. she doesn't, he assumes, and that's okay. will gra.ham knows he's earned no place in her life, other than perhaps as the shadowy figure that serves as an END of a chapter in her life. but if he can stand just outside her life, linger in the doorway, he thinks that'll be enough to satiate this paternal fondness.

[wilsonjacket]

@h0bbs : 001, a convenience store past midnight.

their search in eau claire proved to be fruitless — and none of them were tired. NEXT STOP: LACROSSE! but first, a stop at perhaps the sketchiest store dean has ever been to. he nearly popped a tire on the way into the lot, three of the four gas pumps were out of order, and half the lights were burnt out. he left sam to fill it, he was headed in with abigail to get dinner. it was one am. they should probably eat.

“ let's see, sammy wants a dr pepper, i want a coke, and you . . . ” he trails off, staring into the dimly - lit fridge. “ let me guess. you're a sprite kinda girl? nothing wrong with that. ” dean shrugs, reaching in to grab bottles of coke and dr pepper, but leaving the sprite. he'll let her pick. “ and something tells me it's a little too late to get cheeseburgers, so chips will have to do. for now. maybe some beef jerkey? i dunno. what do you think? ”

[wilsonjacket]

i don't know anything really about dean other than he has a car...... and hunts ? JFPOAISDJFPO but either way, whatever, your writing is amazing and i greatly appreciate seeing how you love dean and the care you've put into this blog. i wish i could say more but genuinely idk much about him YET

well i’m still glad you enjoy him, i think my knowledge of abigail is basically the same level as yours for dean but it’s such a joy to see your love for her on dash and it would feel different without it!

[violentcurse]

@h0bbs : ❛  i  don’t  think  before  i  act  sometimes ,   but  i’m  not  a  bad  person .  ❜

acting's all a game one has to play with oneself : gotta move fast or your brain will catch up with theories & thoughts you are not equipped to analyze. ishtar likes her thoughts bowlderized to their truest form, hence the chilling eyes & the sultry smiles. how desire can turn any human into a stammering mess who confuses right from left. the best way to describe it is that ishtar thinks with a purpose. she thinks in a fashion that is so cutthroat & ruthless that perhaps not thinking at all would bode better for those around her. "what's with tha obsession wit' goodness, 'nyway?" she wonders, her face suddenly turning toward abigail, the soft mattress of a girl's bedroom squeaking with her every move. "ain't like yer gonna get a prize for being a good lil' girl."