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psychoanalyzegraham replied to your post:Will says Abigail needs to sit on his face

"Stop playing hard to get!"

“Hard to get? I’m standing right here! Seems pretty accessible to me...”

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psychoanalyzegraham replied to your post:psychoanalyzegraham replied to your post:✠you...

"I wouldn’t be the one picking a fight. Those were your words not mine. Don’t use lack of understanding as an excuse to brush of what you said—and maybe I will continue drinking. You don’t seem to mind it after all."

“Those were words that weren’t even directed toward you because I was drunk. And don’t tell me how I feel. Just because I’m not in the mood to fight doesn’t mean I ‘don’t mind’ it.”

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psychoanalyzegraham replied to your post:✠you don't think it's a little hypocritical since...

"Really? I get everything I want? Gee you think I’d look into gaining that crazy childhood fantasy of having a mother. I’d probably cut out the whole anxiety issue too."

“That’s not at all what I meant, but if you want to pick a fight, then be my guest. I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

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Abigail had been insistent on leaving the house. In fact, she hadn’t even bothered telling Will she was going out. After he took his car in to work, she took a bike from the garage and rode it in to the nearest bus stop. As much as she enjoyed Will’s company, living in the same monotony day after day after day was suffocating her slowly. She needed to venture out to regain a sense of herself. And in light of the letters she’d received, she wanted to make sure she enjoyed life again even more. She didn’t want to die hating Will and what she’d become.

When the bus finally arrived, Abigail chained up the bike and moved all the way to the back. A few people spared her curious looks, but then resumed back to their business. She felt like a stranger and it empowered her. None of these people knew her story – none of them knew what she was truly capable of.

The trip was spent in uneventful silence, and Abigail got off at the local library. She hadn’t had the pleasure of reading a book in so long, so she naturally found herself desirous of spending the day in her favorite type of venue. In her mind, there was nothing that reading couldn’t fix, no matter how temporary.

After plucking an anthology of poetry off one of the dustier shelves (she was so predictable), Abigail moved over to an over-stuffed chair and opened the book. She read for at least an hour – perhaps even two, given how enthralled she was – when she suddenly realized someone was blocking her light. Startled, she looked up.

“Hi,” the stranger greeted pleasantly. “I didn’t mean to freak you out or anything, but I was wondering what you were reading. I’m trying to find a good poetry book to do a report on.” Her hazel eyes crinkled around the edges as she flicked a wave of blonde over her shoulder.

In spite of herself, Abigail felt her heart take a nosedive. This girl was in school…where she should be. She’d given it all up for Will and the sake of keeping things kosher between them. Chewing her lip, she held up the book so the girl could see the title. “It’s mostly Keats, Dickinson, and Longfellow, but there are quite a few good poets in here.”

The girl grinned. “You into poetry, huh? I can see the light in your eyes.” Spotting Abigail’s embarrassment, she quickly added, “No, no, it’s cool! I can totally dig it. Most girls our age are all ‘who?’ when you mention Shakespeare, for fuck’s sake, so I like meeting an intellectual for a change. I’m Kate, by the way.”

“Um…Abigail.” In truth, she’d nearly lied about her true name. It felt so odd being willing to tell someone her identity, no matter how small or insignificant the action. Finally smiling, she added, “I can recommend some good titles, if you want. Is there a particular vibe or topic you’re going for?”

“Oh yeah, that’d be great, thanks! I’m totally into nature symbolism and imagery, if you’ve got anything like that,” Kate agreed.

Getting up from the chair, Abigail felt oddly excited as she urged the girl to come with her.

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Kate had ended up selecting one of Longfellow’s poems, upon Abigail’s urging, and the two ended up talking for at least an hour afterward. It was so odd, connecting with someone in this way… Abigail hadn’t felt a strong link like this since Marissa. So that was why, she surmised, it was only natural that she ended up inviting Kate back to the house for dinner. She had a feeling Will wouldn’t mind. As uncomfortable as certain company made him, she liked to think he would make an exception for her.

“I’d love to!” Kate chirped. “That’d be so rad!”

Will might, however, not be too keen on her new friend’s vocabulary. Abigail could picture him cringing at the word “rad” and the thought made her smile.

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“Will?” Abigail paused, unlocking the door and showing Kate inside. “Will, I’m home! I have someone I’d like for you to meet, if you’re around!”

As Abigail unloaded her books onto the dining room table, she failed to take note of Kate carefully inspecting their surroundings. She was making mental calculations on where the best exits were, and which parts would be ideal for blocking off Abigail’s escape, once the moment of truth finally arrived.

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Munday Questions

☢ How many active muses do you have?

At the moment? Normally I would say three, but I haven’t touched the one since I was on my last site (and that was in October), so the answer would be two. :) Long ago when I moderated a Dark Shadows RPG (for the TV show, NOT the godawful movie), I had about 15 muses. I had sooo many emails/PW combos that I actually had a notebook just for keeping that info. lol

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psychoanalyzegraham replied to your post:◄//see how this goes

Still mobile but I will answer this later on lmao Will is not gonna be happy

//Oops. xD She tries to do a good thing, and then....yeah. WILL, CHILD-PROOF YOUR LOCKS. x3 Also, no rush! I’m actually super exhausted since I had a big day, so I’m turning in pretty soon.

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psychoanalyzegraham replied to your post:"I need a drink."//uh oh

"You’re the one who said you wanted to god damn help. I’m just telling you I’m…feeling that urge right now. Leave if you wan’t I don’t care. I guess that’s what I get for being upfront."

Abigail winced from the growling force of Will’s words. “You don’t care?” she echoed, blinking past the angered tears. “And just how long have you not cared about me?” She waved a hand. “You know what? If you don’t care, I don’t care.” Furiously moving over to the locked liquor cabinet, she grabbed the key with jittery fingers and unlocked the booze. Removing a bottle of scotch, she stormed back over to him and gruffly shoved it into his arms. “If you don’t give a shit about your health or me, then here! Drink as much as you want!” Tears streamed down her cheeks and her chin quivered, but Abigail held her head up high and tried her damndest to maintain her pride. 

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