☾ ABBY CARTER.
☾: What my muse says to yours when they think they're asleep
Abby is awful with affection. She doesn’t know how to give it or receive it on most occasions. Admittedly, she gets a little better at it when Nat and Lucas come into her life as it becomes a constant thing and she expects it from them. Hugs from strangers or people she hardly knows make her extremely uncomfortable and panic. However, when its late at night, the room is dark and the window is cracked to let in the cool breeze that tends to lull her to sleep since she was little, she feels more susceptible to giving affection. It’s more of a trick of the mind as if she can’t see her hand in front of face than for a slight moment she can do what she wants without the heavyweight of being afraid of rejection sitting on her shoulders. You can’t reject something that might not exist int he dark.
That’s when she opens up her feelings. The first time she ever told Nat and Lucas she loved them was late at night in pitch black. She’s admitted her fears to the cool air as it laid upon sleeping ears. When all she can think about is being happy to be home and safe with the two of them close, she whispers it softly to them as she moves closer, wanting to keep that feeling with her as long as possible. But she knows that when the sun comes up it’ll scatter her words away as if they were never there and she’ll start a new day and end with another whispered confession.
