Abigail Hobbs (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
versusnurture) wrote2014-08-08 07:23 pm
versusnurture) wrote2014-08-08 07:23 pm
twenty ♢ private & spam
private/voice } ben
I want to go.
[This quiet but insistent. She wants to go. She hasn't been outside in so long. She wants to go.]
[She doesn't want to go alone, though.]
private/voice } will
[She debates not contacting him. She's still angry at what she considers to be his betrayal, but - well, he's still Will. They were still supposed to be family. And she thinks he will understand her need for quiet, for green, for whatever there is to find out there.]
Did you see what it is yet? Outside.
spam } throughout port
[Most of her time is spent with Ben or near Ben. She isn't yet confident enough to venture out on her own much, so she stays close and takes short walks away from their site.]
[She explores the woods, carefully and slowly, making sure not to disturb anything irreparably. Her father taught her how to walk without a sound, and she remembers him whenever she sees an animal. She doesn't try to hunt anything. They have enough food.]
[Occasionally she comes up behind someone and goes still, freezing like a deer in headlights, as if she expects to be reprimanded for getting so close. Occasionally she'll watch someone from a distance. Once she climbs a tree, just to get a better vantage point, and sits twenty-five feet above the ground for several hours, just because it feels nice to be above it all and the breeze is refreshing.]
I want to go.
[This quiet but insistent. She wants to go. She hasn't been outside in so long. She wants to go.]
[She doesn't want to go alone, though.]
private/voice } will
[She debates not contacting him. She's still angry at what she considers to be his betrayal, but - well, he's still Will. They were still supposed to be family. And she thinks he will understand her need for quiet, for green, for whatever there is to find out there.]
Did you see what it is yet? Outside.
spam } throughout port
[Most of her time is spent with Ben or near Ben. She isn't yet confident enough to venture out on her own much, so she stays close and takes short walks away from their site.]
[She explores the woods, carefully and slowly, making sure not to disturb anything irreparably. Her father taught her how to walk without a sound, and she remembers him whenever she sees an animal. She doesn't try to hunt anything. They have enough food.]
[Occasionally she comes up behind someone and goes still, freezing like a deer in headlights, as if she expects to be reprimanded for getting so close. Occasionally she'll watch someone from a distance. Once she climbs a tree, just to get a better vantage point, and sits twenty-five feet above the ground for several hours, just because it feels nice to be above it all and the breeze is refreshing.]
[forest spam]
This air breathes to her of home, and she breathes it in giant, delighted gulps.
She's in a tree when she sees Abigail: lying along a branch, her cut-off animal print cargo pants and raw silk tank top blending with the bark and moss, her hatless hair catching glints of dappled sunlight. She isn't silent because she's being stealthy, only because she happens not to be moving.
She reaches into one of her capacious pockets and fetches out a small plastic bottle: this she opens to reveal a plastic loop on a stem, holding a fragile membrane of rainbows. In another minute, cascades of gin-scented bubbles start drifting down around the girl on the ground.]
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[The scent of the bubbles reaches her first; then one pops on her arm and, instinctively, she licks it, her nose wrinkling when she tastes soap and gin. She looks up at last, then, catching sight of Iris only because the breeze catches her hair and makes it drift like seaweed in the shallows.]
[Reactions shift across her face quick as shadows. At first she is annoyed at not being alone. Then she is momentarily trapped in wonder. Then she gets lost for a moment in memory, the glint of a new knife, the implausible comfort of a text heart. A promise made. These are not old memories. Still, they seem impossible to slot next to the irritation, so she holds them close to her heart and does her best to press the feeling away.]
[A bubble catches in her hair. Tentatively, she smiles.]
You look like a wildcat up there. A panther.
[A predator.]
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One time, in a flood, I 'ad these great long retractable claws. me and my inmate went and climbed all over the CES, it were brilliant.
[And killed each other, more or less consensually as these things go, but she doesn't mention that; not because she thinks Abigail wouldn't understand, only because that was private between her and Victor.]
I didn't want to lie 'ere not letting you know I could see you. And bubbles come alive in sunshine.
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Thanks for not staying hidden. And for the bubbles. I didn't know you could make bubbles smell like that.
[Meanwhile, she's wondering what it would be like to have claws. To not be so physically helpless. She'll probably never get the chance to know.]