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@multistm​ said   ⇾   "here, take this. you'll catch a cold." ( from yara! )

400 RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS,   accepting.

the shelter they’ve found for the night may be secure but it sure isn’t dry.   the leaks in the roof are a little more prominent than abby’d originally thought,  so she can understand yara’s concern  —  especially with the fact that the former wolf had insisted that the former scars take the least wet portion of the room.   

so abby sits,  arms wrapped around her knees as she tries to release even a little of the tension that makes her shoulders ache as drops of water hit her skin over and over and over.  she doesn’t even notice that,  though.  her mind’s a thousand miles away as she seeks out some place in her memories that’s untainted by the pain she just wants a second’s respite from...  but it’s not going well.  everyone she’s loved is gone.  everyone who populates those memories has taken another part of her heart with them.   every.  fucking.  person.  

sure,  yara and lev are welcome additions to her life as she navigates the complexity of evolution and loss and moving on,  but they’re not people she’s known forever.  they’re not her dad,  or owen,  or  manny,  or...  hell,  even mel wouldn’t be the worst person to see right now.  they’re gone though.  they’re gone,  and abby’s weighed down by the reality of the isolation she’s felt since she and owen had called it quits...  only now it’s real,  and full,  and they’re gone for good.

accepting that she’s got two people who are a part of a brand new family isn’t as easy as she’d hope.  abby feels a bond with them,  sure,  they’ve all saved each other so many times in the brief time they’ve known each other  —  but some part of her is still resisting based on just the fact that they’d been enemies a few days ago.

ugh,  why can’t change come quickly?

abby can never tell if she should be taking these kids seriously or not. they're just so strange, sheltered in a way that she both expects and doesn't, and even though lev often questions the turns of phrase she uses, she really doesn't think that theirs are much better. a little goofed up. if yara didn't have such a big bruise, one that looked like she had been wandering for a bit too long without getting to ice it, abby would have fully assumed that she was joking, but of course things can never be that simple.

"was it just a punch? you know your brother will probably strangle me if i bring you back missing anything else important, right? you have to be careful." for her part, abby is both joking and not, trying to keep the tone light but also entirely convinced that lev would have throttled her if she put his sister at risk. "are you sure you don't think we need a buddy system when we go out?"

it's been hard figuring out how to do things since she had defected from the wlf, holed up on a boat with a couple of teenagers who were still working through the loss of her own lives. abby understood that part of their feelings, at least. she felt like she'd lost it all when she moved to seattle, and she feels that away again now that she's left it. this time, she doesn't even have her friends, and she can't let go of the nagging in the back of her mind that that is entirely her fault. if she had just let go of her quest for revenge a little sooner, they would all still be alive, but instead it's just her and her new family. she likes yara and lev plenty, definitely sees them as younger siblings already, but she knows she isn't the best option for them. all of their better options are dead, and she doesn't know how they can look at her without hating her for being the cause of at least a few of those deaths.

"well... we don't have any ice, but i can get you a drink if you think that'll take the sting away." she finally says, sighing. she normally never had a problem being assertive, but she's also never been in this sort of situation before. how does she take care of them without smothering them? without making demands that might get them hurt too? she doesn't know how to find the middle ground there, but she's certainly trying. "lev and i actually got a few fish today, if you'd rather get something in your stomach first. i know it's been a few days since we've had anything hot like that."

she smiles, a faint flush of pink dusting porcelain cheeks.    ❝   𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚍.   ❞     while there aren’t as many stares this time, the first-class girl venturing below deck having lost most of its charm the THIRD TIME round, rose can still feel eyes upon her. it makes her shift her feet and adjust the sit of her shawl upon her shoulders. still, she had come with a purpose, and bends to meet cora’s gaze.  ❝   YOU HAVEN’T SEEN jack, have you? i need to speak with him, it’s very important.   ❞ 

                   johnny did not graduate high school. he was very close, but throughout middle and high school, other boys loved picking fights with the poor kid. he was constantly bullied, and since all he really had was his pride, he always fought back. by senior year, he was ready to graduate and make something of himself. it’s 3 months until graduation, and someone lights the school on fire. who else could the blame except the troubled bad boy who was constantly picking fights? he’s expelled and never gets his diploma, and he’s known as an arsonist up until he leaves town.

                   johnny’s mother, loretta, died before johnny turned 16. right after this, johnny’s father dev got johnny a job at the factory he worked at, but obviously johnny knew that’s not what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. his dad stops showing up for work, starts drinking. johnny is barely making enough to support them both, so he packs up, takes the car he’s been working on and leaves. he takes a bunch of low end, low paying jobs across north carolina, couch surfs, is dragged along to grungy clubs and parties filled with alcohol and sweaty people grinding against each other. that’s where johnny learns his love for dancing, and learns that he’s a natural. a friend hands him a flyer, ‘kellerman’s looking for serving staff.’ johnny took the leap of faith and went to apply. he started out as a recruiter, but was caught dancing in penny’s studio, and was quickly given an instructor job. what a great origin story, huh?’

                   johnny sees a clear difference between having sex and making love. the reason he slept with a bunch of the rich, older women at the resort was to keep them happy — at kellerman’s request ( meaning at any cost ). when he slept with baby for the first time, it was much different, and he could tell immediately, which is why he denied any others have their night together. i also think he hasn’t ‘made love’ a lot in his life? he’s fairly young, and that being said, i’d say he only had 2 other serious relationships involving real intimacy. the rest were literally just him trying to do what he was told so he didn’t have to go back to being a poor man.

He was still in shock seeing Qi'ra again. The last time he'd seen her had been when they were forced to separate. Even though he'd thrown himself into the Imperial Navy, everything he'd done had been to find her and to complete the dream they'd talked about on Corellia. He'd known all along it wasn't going to be easy, but neither did he think it would take as long as it had. Now that he found her all he could think about were the things they'd talked about. And apparently they were at two different points in their life. Han wasn't surprised. When he saw her at the party he knew she wasn't the woman he remembered from their days in the gangs on Corellia. Maybe it was for the best. He wasn't really that man either, but he at least hadn't given up on their dream. "What are we going to be facing, Qi'ra?"

                    how could johnny explain that he felt the same? not just sometimes, but all the time? he related more than she could ever know, for reasons far different than hers. it’s a fact that she’s been spoiled compared to johnny, but he also knows that she isn’t like the rest of the prestigious richies who opt for kellerman’s every season. they’re turned towards each other, lying face to face under a single sheet. johnny looks over baby’s features and tries to give her some sort of comfort with tired but soft eyes. ‘it’ll all be alright, baby,’ the man says in an early morning murmur. ‘you don’t gotta think about any’ve that right now,’