#coastsick

 some  one  word  prompts .   (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

Abigail Roberts is a fine young woman and mother to Jack Marston. A fine Mother for that matter. So far be it from Dutch to allow her to watch in isolation while the rest of the camp are swaying the night away. John always had a  way of vanishing opposed to being a father to his son. 

In an attempt to lighten the mood, Dutch extends a hand out to young Miss Roberts. ❛ Abigail Roberts, you’re the only soul in this camp without a dancing partner. Perhaps you’ll care to join me? ❜ 

      she solves the problems with standard geometry first, because that always came easiest -- but the others stand a little more of a challenge with dramatically long decimals and confusing fractions. but like she promised, alinea applies herself and finishes the sheet in under an hour.

           ❛ i  almost  missed it.    you  know  i  move  around  too  much — but  the  mailman  caught  me  on  my  way  out. ❜   by out  he  means  out  of  town.  usually  to  new  york,  or  some other  place  on  the  opposite  side  of  the  nation.   ❛ you  know,  you  could  just  call. ❜ 

                  Her  voice,  her scent  has  somehow translated  to  dreams. What  has  he given  her  ? HEARTACHE.  He’ll  never be  GOOD  enough for  her,  and  he’ll  never be  what  she NEEDS.  Yet,  in his  miserable  heart he  can’t  let her  go,  SELFISH till  the  very end.  Had  she hoped  to  tame his  ways,  to somehow  make  the KILLER  in  him good  ?  Jackson will  never  know. He’s  INTENSE  to say  the  least, and  there  were FEW  who  could handle  that  intensity. That  intensity  burns    even  now,    he’s sitting  on  her  porch.  Clothes  bloody as  he  swallows down  another  sob,  ANOTHER  death has  visited  his door.  Akin  to some  angel  of death  ALTHOUGH  he’s closer  to  hell than  he’s  ever been  before.  REGRET or  is  the acknowledgement  that  his day  of  JUDGEMENT is  closer  than he  planned  ?  He  can’t  meet her  gaze  nor  stand to  hear  the     DESPERATION     in  her voice.  If  only  a  simple explanation  could  mend everything,  he  knows that  once  he confesses  his  SINS  their  time will  be  UP. Jackson’s  hands  intertwine as  elbows  rest upon  knees,  and  he  TRIES  to  tame the  beast  that lives  within.  

*whispers* who is he