you were never going to stay, abby/jimmy, orange peel, i will not leave a letter, pgcricketsFebruary 15 2010, 22:35:13 UTC
Jimmy isn't surprised on the day that Abby leaves. She's never been comfortable with constant reminders anyway -- and Jimmy is acutely aware that that's exactly what he is.
This is the last time he sees her.
She's peeling an orange over the sink, the sweet scent of citrus overpowering the kitchen, embedding itself into her fingertips when she digs into the rind. He watches her for a while, waits for her to set aside one half.
"Always makes me think of baseball practice," Jimmy says next to her, popping one of the free wedges into his mouth.
Abby stops, sets the orange aside, rinses her hands.
"I forgot to check the mail," she says absently, wiping wet palms on the backs of her jeans. She doesn't even kiss him on the cheek before she slips out the side door.
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Now, every time Jimmy smells oranges, he thinks of Abby.
Re: you were never going to stay, abby/jimmy, orange peel, i will not leave a letter, pggigglemonsterFebruary 16 2010, 01:42:27 UTC
Aw this kinda broke my heart! This just feel so them though - Jimmy being able to sense it before it even happens because he just knows her. And the constant reminder every time he smells oranges :( So very lovely though
there's a ghost in my lungs, abby/jimmy, i'm a ghost, pg13dramatic_sighFebruary 16 2010, 02:05:55 UTC
In her dreams (nightmares) Jimmy is the one who dies.
Blood on her hands (bright red, it burns, burns, burns) and Henry’s twisted smile; now we can be together.
No, no. She runs; diving through the cold water, swimming towards the horizon. The waves keep pushing her back to shore. Henry still smiles and Jimmy’s still dead.
No.
She wakes to the sound of her own screaming; Jimmy's arms tight around her and his calming voice in her ear.
Like Castles In The Sand, Abby/Henry, the view is beautiful from this tower of blood and bones, Rbutterflys_ficsFebruary 16 2010, 04:37:38 UTC
It’s funny, she thinks, that he actually seems to think he’s given her this great gift. (He speaks as though all that he’s done is a work of art he presented to her; a symbol for his undying devotion and incomparable love.)
This life designed in the hollow ribcages of the dead with blood painted walls and unblinking eyes. It was designed over years and with great thought and designed with smiles and bloody fingers and hate that bubbled around love to protect it like bubble wrap so nothing bruises, nothing shatters.
She tries to rationalize what’s happening around her (though rational is fleeting in moments like this) and pushes denial above all other things. (Denial tastes sweeter than bitterness and hatred and soul shaking fear.)
I did this for you, Abby. Only for you.He had created this mayhem with his own two hands, molding it with trembling fingers like the sandcastles they built as kids. (The rushing around to finish them before the tide came in was the biggest adrenaline rush of their young lives and they would collapse
( ... )
Re: Like Castles In The Sand, Abby/Henry, the view is beautiful from this tower of blood and bones,cricketsFebruary 16 2010, 06:25:47 UTC
Wow, creepy!
This line is perfect: (Him being so self-assured scares her more than anything that has happened thus far on the island; his inability to see the flaws in his logic makes fear curl up cold and hard in the pit of her stomach.)
I think that was definitely one of the creepiest things about Henry keeping her in that house. You nailed it on the head.
Re: Like Castles In The Sand, Abby/Henry, the view is beautiful from this tower of blood and bones,holycitygirlFebruary 17 2010, 02:09:18 UTC
You definitely capture the sinster well.
Charlie had sent her away anyway and her friends were never really her friends, just static filling the space to distract her from their destiny - oh creepy Henry and his creepy justification.
whimper - abby/henry. something just broke, hammer, stomach, mud. pgholycitygirlFebruary 16 2010, 06:08:44 UTC
. The way she feels when she realizes - fully realizes - what he's done, what he's doing, is something akin to what it must feel like to take a sledgehammer to the stomach. She has to fight not to double over, has to focus on the the very real danger of killers on both sides. There's no time, no time to gasp for air, to turn in on herself. Her guts have to stay in, stay put, they can't spill out all over the forest floor.
The bile in her throat is as thick as the mud she's run through to get here. She swallows and the taste is enough, enough to remind her where here is.
Harper's Island, a home tangle twisted, turned into the stuff of nightmares. A look to the left and she can see her mother's body hanging from a high branch in the cold, dead eyes of John Wakefield.
But her gaze can't leave Henry.
Henry, her best friend, stolen by a sadistic father's claim, changed, alive in front of her because he killed, or helped kill, everyone else
( ... )
Re: whimper - abby/henry. something just broke, hammer, stomach, mud. pggigglemonsterFebruary 16 2010, 06:17:51 UTC
Oh ow. This is amazing dude. You've gotten into Abby's head like I've never seen before. And it's a scary, sad, broken place. You rule and I'm SO glad you're here writing fic :D ♥!
Re: whimper - abby/henry. something just broke, hammer, stomach, mud. pgholycitygirlFebruary 16 2010, 16:20:45 UTC
Thanks, dearest! So glad you enjoyed my first foray into Harper's Island fic. It was really fun [and head's up - I'm totally going to do one of your prompts next].
Re: whimper - abby/henry. something just broke, hammer, stomach, mud. pgcricketsFebruary 16 2010, 06:31:01 UTC
Oh god, this is so heartbreaking.
Because this, THIS: his sick need and sicker desire - to have and keep the love he never would have lost, the loyalty that was his -and his alone- to begin with.
Is so true! Henry! You could have had it all anyway. Gah, such a shame. LOL.
(And YAY! You! For coming over here and showing your face!)
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I love this line especially:
A body and not a body count. He didn't want to do this forever. (He could).
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But yeah, wonderful. :)
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This is the last time he sees her.
She's peeling an orange over the sink, the sweet scent of citrus overpowering the kitchen, embedding itself into her fingertips when she digs into the rind. He watches her for a while, waits for her to set aside one half.
"Always makes me think of baseball practice," Jimmy says next to her, popping one of the free wedges into his mouth.
Abby stops, sets the orange aside, rinses her hands.
"I forgot to check the mail," she says absently, wiping wet palms on the backs of her jeans. She doesn't even kiss him on the cheek before she slips out the side door.
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Now, every time Jimmy smells oranges, he thinks of Abby.
-fin
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And the constant reminder every time he smells oranges :(
So very lovely though
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Blood on her hands (bright red, it burns, burns, burns) and Henry’s twisted smile; now we can be together.
No, no. She runs; diving through the cold water, swimming towards the horizon. The waves keep pushing her back to shore. Henry still smiles and Jimmy’s still dead.
No.
She wakes to the sound of her own screaming; Jimmy's arms tight around her and his calming voice in her ear.
(Wakefield’s dead. Henry’s dead. You’re safe. I'm here.)
Somewhere Henry’s laughing at them. Somewhere, Henry’s getting exactly what he wants.
Abby takes comfort in the pain; her voice hoarse from screaming and Jimmy’s embrace leaves bruises in the morning light. She is alive.
Henry is dead. (She tells herself that is all that matters.)
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This life designed in the hollow ribcages of the dead with blood painted walls and unblinking eyes. It was designed over years and with great thought and designed with smiles and bloody fingers and hate that bubbled around love to protect it like bubble wrap so nothing bruises, nothing shatters.
She tries to rationalize what’s happening around her (though rational is fleeting in moments like this) and pushes denial above all other things. (Denial tastes sweeter than bitterness and hatred and soul shaking fear.)
I did this for you, Abby. Only for you.He had created this mayhem with his own two hands, molding it with trembling fingers like the sandcastles they built as kids. (The rushing around to finish them before the tide came in was the biggest adrenaline rush of their young lives and they would collapse ( ... )
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This line is perfect: (Him being so self-assured scares her more than anything that has happened thus far on the island; his inability to see the flaws in his logic makes fear curl up cold and hard in the pit of her stomach.)
I think that was definitely one of the creepiest things about Henry keeping her in that house. You nailed it on the head.
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Charlie had sent her away anyway and her friends were never really her friends, just static filling the space to distract her from their destiny - oh creepy Henry and his creepy justification.
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The way she feels when she realizes - fully realizes - what he's done, what he's doing, is something akin to what it must feel like to take a sledgehammer to the stomach. She has to fight not to double over, has to focus on the the very real danger of killers on both sides. There's no time, no time to gasp for air, to turn in on herself. Her guts have to stay in, stay put, they can't spill out all over the forest floor.
The bile in her throat is as thick as the mud she's run through to get here. She swallows and the taste is enough, enough to remind her where here is.
Harper's Island, a home tangle twisted, turned into the stuff of nightmares. A look to the left and she can see her mother's body hanging from a high branch in the cold, dead eyes of John Wakefield.
But her gaze can't leave Henry.
Henry, her best friend, stolen by a sadistic father's claim, changed, alive in front of her because he killed, or helped kill, everyone else ( ... )
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♥!
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*hugs*
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Because this, THIS:
his sick need and sicker desire - to have and keep the love he never would have lost, the loyalty that was his -and his alone- to begin with.
Is so true! Henry! You could have had it all anyway. Gah, such a shame. LOL.
(And YAY! You! For coming over here and showing your face!)
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