WEAR THE GRUDGE LIKE A C R O W N

Yes, there is. Abraham knows all too well what that kind of suffering entails, though even if he could speak, it’s not something he’d go into detail about. 

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Abraham. 

He pauses before sliding the page back over, if only because it seems as if it’s been such a long time since anyone cared to even ask his name. 

Part of him is still human. It may not be a big part, but it’s enough that Abraham knows it’s there, and he knows how pained it is by what he’s become and how others treat him because of it. 

He slides the page across the table. 

Matt looks over the name. He nods, noting that both of them have Biblical names, though Matt hasn’t believed in any kind of deity in almost 30 years. “Good to meet you, Abraham. Sorry it had to be under these circumstances. Though we probably wouldn’t’ve met at all since we were born hundreds of years apart.” He paused. “I live in the big city. Used to be a cop a long time ago. I’m guessing you used to be a soldier based on your uniform.” He passed the paper back to Abraham. He made a mental note to bring paper and pens with him if Abraham allowed him to visit again.

Spy, he writes. He never really considered himself a soldier, after all he didn’t have to join the army to get passage to America, so he didn’t. Abraham never was, in his past life, one for expending energy that wasn’t absolutely necessary. He only ended up embroiled in the revolution because of his grandiose ideas of heroism and infamy, and well. 

One sees how that worked out for him. 

“The military was trying to kill me,” he says casually, getting up and moving from the couch to a chair. “I scaled a fence, and well…”

He had bald spots for a month after that. 

Catherine started to comb his hair once he sat on the chair, before stop with a frown on her face. “…Abraham, what did you learn at the moment? Never trust the military here, as well keep your hair up in a bun and probably keep it in a hat.” She stated with a from, continue to comb it before used her scissors to trim it a bit.

He shrugs, momentarily forgetting about the scissors so close to his head.

                   We’re not so different. 

1. How salty are you feeling right now?

2. What are your unpopular opinion(s) of the fandom you’re rping in?

3. What rp trends are you so over and can’t wait for it to die?

4. Have you ever made a call out post or wanted to?

5. A ship everyone in the fandom you’re in loves, but you can’t stand?

6. Have you ever sent something to one of those burn book blogs?

7. Has someone made you unfollow/block them without a second thought because of a petty reason?

8. Are you good at dealing with personal problems?

9. What’s your opinion on duplicates?

10. Any fandom(s) you don’t want to rp in or crossover to?

11. Are you for or not for purple prosing?

12. Has someone in the rp community ever made you upset/cry?

13. Ever told someone not to follow/rp with a particular person because something that happened to you in the past? 

14. Ever knew someone that everyone loves but you can’t stand?

15. Have you ever done something out of spite?

16. What would you say to the one who hurt you in the past?

17. What are your opinions when someone makes negative posts constantly on their rp blog?

18. Do you hold grudges for long?

19. Wild card: ask the mun any type of salty asks.