#* Hand in hand we'll walk the bloodied shadows of this night * ::Abigail&Fish:: {imprvdente}

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@omniishambles & @uselessdevice || @imprvdente & @hvbris

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These trials make us who we are We’re motivated by the scars we’re made of These trials make us who we are We take our places in the dark And turn our hearts to the stars — “Trials”, Starset

ABIGAIL & FISH ∿ Murder Sisters

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❓ for Abigail, about Fish *heart emoji* @the-immortals-assistant

Send❓ and my muse will answer all questions honestly || Accepting !

Does my muse trust yours? It has taken a while for Abigail to allow herself to get close to Fish enough to lower her guard completely, but it she eventually gets there. Fish ends up becoming the one and only person Abigail feels she can trust in that surreal dream her life has begun since her “death”.

Does my muse dislike yours? Definitely not. The closer they get, the fonder Abigail becomes of Fish. She’s her only friend, the only person that feels like family now that her mother is dead, the only one capable of giving her a taste of the normalcy she has lost forever. 

Would my muse kill someone for yours? Yes, she would. Abigail might still not be as open towards killing as Hannibal and Fish are, but she would do with little hesitation if it meant protecting the other girl.

Would my muse kill your muse? Never, no matter the circumstances or the cost.

Would my muse save yours?  Yes. Abigail would probably risk herself for Fish’s sake. In a way, she feels she owes her much more than she can truly repay. And, on the other hand, that’s just how close the two girls have got.

Does my muse find your muse attractive? Objectively, Abigail would definitely agree that Fish is good-looking and has a charming personality. Their relationship might be purely platonic, but she has eyes and she can enjoy the charms of her personality too.

Is my muse disgusted by yours? Not in the least. Even after finding out that Fish is a vampire, Abigail never felt scared of or disgusted by her. Confused at learning the news, definitely, but it didn’t change the way she looks at Fish.

Would my muse go on a date with your muse? Platonic dates sort of are their thing. Mostly, they set them up inside, since Abigail isn’t supposed to leave the house, but from time to time they sneak out to go to the arcade or to the movies, or to any event where people dress up, so it’s easier for Abigail to hide her face and identity.

Would my muse kiss yours? Fish is definitely the more affectionate of the two, especially when it comes to physical displays, but Abigail doesn’t shy away when she wants to express her love and appreciation for Fish, so kisses on the cheek and on the forehead do happen.

Would my muse betray yours? No. Abigail would probably pick Fish over everyone else at this point and she would never break the trust they have built.

My muse’s favourite thing about yours: Abigail admires how both strong and selfless (with some people at least) Fish is. She has rarely felt as safe and accepted as she feels around the other girl.

The thing my muse dislikes about yours: For more than one reasons (some more selfish, others based on concern for the other), Abigail isn’t very fond of how dependant on Hannibal Fish tends to be. For how she sees it, the other girl no longer needs all the guidance she has been taught to seek out and can easily walk through her own life on her own (hopefully bringing Abigail along as a companion as she goes).

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(The first 5 Asks to send 💋 get a kiss)

💋 (platonic sibling kiss from Abigail for Fish? 🥺) @the-immortals-assistant

Five Kisses ask (3/5) - Abigail & Fish

During times like this, it became almost easy to convince herself that she still knew what having a normal life meant. Of course, it was one big, obvious delusion because, if she had been fully honest with herself, she would have admitted that, probably, she had never experienced normalcy to start with. Not with her father’s overprotective, over-loving shadow hanging over her, not when she had known what blood smelt like since she had memory. Animal blood, but wasn’t that what humans were too? So, the real difference was really small, wasn’t it?

Abigail’s thoughts drifted, following the flood of the sounds coming from the TV. The whole point of that afternoon was to watch the crime show that was playing on the screen, but she couldn’t bring herself to pay attention to it. She had woken up feeling a little weird that morning, weirder than the usual, and the itch in the spot where her ear had used to be was extremely distracting.

Her fingers twirled a lock of brown hair on the right side of her head, a nervous habit she had developed since the day of her “death”. She didn’t dare to scratch that scar, even if the wound was fully and properly healed. The awareness that a physical part of her was missing still left her feeling unsettled, even if she was grateful that she had been asked to give so little to be allowed to keep her life. Considering what kind of monster had taken her under his wing, it could have been much worse.

Especially since, deep down, she suspected that Hannibal’s brilliant, twisted plan wasn’t about her, or even about having someone else taking the fall for his crimes. No, it was mostly, if not entirely, about Will Graham.

Blinking slowly, Abigail took a few slow quiet breaths through her nose. It was a little trick that Alana Bloom had taught her back when she was acting as her psychiatrist. It was supposed to help her slowing her thoughts down whenever they sped out too much. It didn’t always work, but it still had some benefits.

Her hand fell away from her hair and she moved her eyes away from the footage she hadn’t been watching, to land them on the girl sat next to her on the comfy sofa of the living room of what had become both her home and her prison.

Her golden cage.

Fish was running a whole bunch of commentary, as she always did whenever they watched that sort of show, and, even if Abigail had missed most of what she was saying, the sound of other’s voice was still incredibly grounding. By now it was familiar enough to be comforting, familiar enough for her to be able to tell that there was no hidden motive crawling behind her words and actions.

No brutal, ugly, deadly instinct shielded by a show of too deep, too fierce attachment. No subtle manipulation sewn in gestures that were heartfelt only on the surface.

Fish offered her friendship with no strings attached where her father had tried to tie her to him forever, in life and death alike, and she was a genuine sentiment where Hannibal had twisted her life and experience into a useful tool.

That thought rose from the depths of her troubled mind, bullying its way to the front of her consciousness and getting stuck there, demanding to be acknowledged. And the girl didn’t deny it, because beggars couldn’t choose and she intended to savour every little crumbled of freedom she was allowed to have. They were rare and, as such, to be carefully treasured.

Her hair fell forward lightly, brushing Fish’s shoulders, as her lips found the cool skin of the other girl’s cheek in a quick but meaningful peck, causing her friend, perhaps the only, true one she had ever had, to abruptly lose track of what she had been babbling about.

Moving back, Abigail chuckled lightly, pale lips curled in a smile that, while a bit sad and a bit bitter, was also painfully honest. Perhaps, one day, she would have found the strength to carve a proper new life for herself, inside and outside those walls. That day, however, was still a far away dream, so, for the moment, she would have kept herself sharp and learnt all she could...while enjoying the little, twisted joys her new non-existence had to offer.