Bitten Tongues- Abby/Henry- everything I need it lies in you- PG-13butterflys_ficsFebruary 16 2010, 10:12:20 UTC
So many times he wanted to tell her about what he felt inside of him for her for what seemed to be forever. (He had bitten his tongue since he was a child and had tried to pretend that it was just a tiny little crush but he knew all along that it was love, even when his world led him to other places and other women
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Re: Bitten Tongues- Abby/Henry- everything I need it lies in you- PG-13holycitygirlFebruary 17 2010, 02:03:57 UTC
I like the idea of Henry seeing it all as a movie. That makes it easier to see how he can detach and act as if Abby is going to go along with his happy ending.
And I really love the title, which is a silly thing to love, but there you go.
Summer Rain- Abby/Sully- you dared me in the dark- PGbutterflys_ficsFebruary 16 2010, 10:13:19 UTC
It started at midnight; it started in the dark.
I was fifteen; you were seventeen. Back before the world stopped making sense; back before my nights were filled with dreams of blood and carnage and every single word I uttered was a careful mask for the cracked shell that lie beneath.
It was the second summer you had come to the island to spend time with me best friend- your best friend- and the second summer you had taken it upon yourself to annoy me half to death.
Prove that you’re not afraid of me, you said. Go ahead. Prove it, Abner.You knew I hated that nickname but you used it anyway. (You and Henry were always making up whatever annoying nickname for me you could; always manipulating my name to try to get to me and is always worked without a hitch
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foreshadow - abby/henry [the truth doesn't make a sound, tomorrow, vein] pgholycitygirlFebruary 17 2010, 00:53:31 UTC
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He calls her to see if she got the invitation. He can't resist the urge and even if he doesn't use her number as much as he wants, he knows it by heart. It's written on the organ the way he might carve their names on a tree someday.
She answers on the second ring. Her voice that soft sigh he remembers from every conversation they've had in the last seven years. It's a tone of regret, like she feels it too - the distance between them that never should have gotten this big.
He never should have let her get that far away. He thinks that every time she says, "Henry." He knows it every time she pauses and asks, "How is Trish
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Re: foreshadow - abby/henry [the truth doesn't make a sound, tomorrow, vein] pggigglemonsterFebruary 20 2010, 00:51:30 UTC
Oh I love this! Henry! He hides it so well and is so very very charming! I just love their back and forth here, so natural and comfortable. It makes everything lying underneath that much more intense. You are awesome :) Also, was Abby being a writer in the show? If not, perfect choice!
Re: foreshadow - abby/henry [the truth doesn't make a sound, tomorrow, vein] pgbutterflys_ficsFebruary 20 2010, 01:47:58 UTC
Jimmy does mention to Shane in the second episode that Abby is a writer to which Shane replies, "Big fan?" It takes place right before they find Shane's truck with 'psycho' written on the windshield and a dead deer on it.
Haunted In The Night, Haunted In The Day, Abby/Jimmy, the real world, PG-13butterflys_ficsFebruary 20 2010, 09:19:57 UTC
Abby was quiet for most of the ride back to the mainland and Jimmy didn’t push her to speak to him. He really didn’t have much to say anyway. What would he really be able to say? They had gone into hell and managed to claw their way out with blood and dirt and mayhem caked beneath their nails; they had watched the people they all loved slowly get slaughtered; they had spent the better part of the end of their time on the island running for their life, afraid of dying and yet also afraid of living because how do you live after that? How do you live knowing that the people you loved the most were all gone
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And I really love the title, which is a silly thing to love, but there you go.
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I was fifteen; you were seventeen. Back before the world stopped making sense; back before my nights were filled with dreams of blood and carnage and every single word I uttered was a careful mask for the cracked shell that lie beneath.
It was the second summer you had come to the island to spend time with me best friend- your best friend- and the second summer you had taken it upon yourself to annoy me half to death.
Prove that you’re not afraid of me, you said. Go ahead. Prove it, Abner.You knew I hated that nickname but you used it anyway. (You and Henry were always making up whatever annoying nickname for me you could; always manipulating my name to try to get to me and is always worked without a hitch ( ... )
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He calls her to see if she got the invitation. He can't resist the urge and even if he doesn't use her number as much as he wants, he knows it by heart. It's written on the organ the way he might carve their names on a tree someday.
She answers on the second ring. Her voice that soft sigh he remembers from every conversation they've had in the last seven years. It's a tone of regret, like she feels it too - the distance between them that never should have gotten this big.
He never should have let her get that far away. He thinks that every time she says, "Henry." He knows it every time she pauses and asks, "How is Trish ( ... )
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