( AN OPEN POST #2 )

[charmlessness]

 
 
 

you know the drill. pick your poison (not entirely limited to those listed). reply with a prompt in the form of a post, photo, song, text, voicemail, whatever your heart desires & receive a response. simple, right? right.

 
 
 

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[novice]

( It's Abigail's turn to tun her attention to the building, the sound of Seth's snoring that once bothered her beyond all words now bringing a smirk to her lips.

She knows he won't be happy with her return; he wasn't exactly pleased that she chose to leave in the first place, but he understood why she felt she had to do it. It's so soon that she's going to seem fickle, like she doesn't know what she wants, and if she knows anything about Seth Gecko, it's that he doesn't like an unsure partner. It doesn't exactly make for confident jobs.

Abigail turns back to Richie, shrugging. )

I've never been the luckiest of people in the world. ( She bites at her lip nervously, still. He's only warning her about something she's already aware of.

Perhaps too aware, if the sudden spike in her heart rate is anything to judge by. ) I don't expect him to be happy to see me.

[prescription]

[ It isn't entirely true. Seth will have his reservations, sure. There will be anger, there will be silence. His brother is as transparent as he is unaware of the idea.

When he looks at Abigail, he sees a girl who was lost. The Geckos, they found her. They gave her life a new meaning. It was only right that she would return to them, in the end.

He angles slightly in order to get a better image of her again. He thinks of her mouth and the impulsive things that he's done. Like the ground had been pulled out from underneath him and kissing Abigail had been the only way to get it to stop. ]

They feed you? On the train?