#rabigail

🦝✏️ I promise to draw more Tally this year.

details + transcript under the cut

So this comment was casually made about how each of the girls have their own style when it came to physical touch/affection.

During Bellweather Season (s1 ep5) when Abigail and Raelle go to comfort Tally over the news of Gerit's engagement, Raelle puts her hand on Tally's shoulder (which is close to her face), and Abigail holds Tally's hand. Abigail also famously has a lot of hand holding moments with Adil, and Raelle and Scylla both share their tendencies to reach for faces and shoulders.

Now with that being said, LOOK AT THIS:

Raelle instinctively goes for Abigail's neck but then chaNGES HER TOUCH TO MATCH ABIGAIL'S AND THE CAMERA LITERALLY FOLLOWS THE TRANSLATION OF IT ALL!

I've decided to start writing small ficlets to keep my writing muscles working 🙏 we'll see how long this lasts!

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There was a side of Abigail that despaired over not being a part of the Witchbomb. 

She had thought it meant something when she clasped hands with a dying Raelle—that it was their connection that saved them. Perhaps that was the wistful thoughts of a romantic at heart. Because she wanted their love to be powerful enough to destroy anyone who wanted to hurt them. 

"Abs?" 

Raelle's gentle voice whispered her nickname in her ear. 

"Mm?" 

Abigail's eyes were still closed. She could feel Raelle shifting around her, trying to leave their shared bed, but she wasn't having any of it. Without opening her eyes, she latched onto her waist and pulled her back against her. 

"Abigail!" 

"Don't leave." 

For a second, Raelle was quiet. Then she settled back against her, lips pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. Abigail sighed contently. 

"Say less." 

"Ha. Dork." 

"I've been called worse." Raelle shifted forward and her breath warmed the shell of her ears. "But I like it best when you call me yours." 

Abigail almost threw her out of the bed. 

"Raelle!" 

Her eyes flew open to see Raelle lying on her side, smirking down at her. She knew her cheeks were heating—she wasn't immune to her girlfriend's flirting. And as much as she wanted to pretend she didn't like it, she could not. 

"What?" Raelle picked her hand up and kissed her palm. "Do you not like it?" 

"No… I do." Abigail slowly entangled their fingers and brought their hand to her chest. "I really do." 

But in truth that side of her didn't know anything. 

She didn't need the Witchbomb to prove anything about their love. How often she strived for perfection, to show everyone that she was the best. But this didn't require a show. Together, they were stronger than anything. 

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