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Appearance Is Everything (Abby - Gen/PG) Phobia
Title: Appearance Is Everything
Word Count: 3 x 100 drabbles
Rating: PG
Challenge: #196 - Phobia
Characters/Pairing: Abby!centric
Warnings: Bit morbid
Spoilers: Hints at season 4
Authors Notes: New to the fandom and I haven't written anything resembling fanfic in a very long time so go gentle on me? Also, feedback is in fact the food that sustains me.
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Truthfully there aren’t many things Abby Maitland is afraid of, not when she’s been a tomboy for as long as she can remember.
Bugs don’t do it, heights certainly don’t, the dark used to get to her but not anymore and after dealing with dinosaurs and crazy ex-wives with gun wielding tendencies there really isn’t anything that gets to her anymore.
Death is the one thing Abby should be afraid of and she isn’t, but she should be and she knows that.
Honestly though? She’s afraid of everything, but God forbid she speaks a word of it to anyone.
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Everything’s unravelling, coming apart at the seams, fraying in places where it shouldn’t.
Being human isn’t easy, not when it means admitting weakness and relying on somebody else to get you by. She isn’t very good at relying on other people in the first place without looking them in the eye and admitting that she’s scared.
So very scared.
She says and does the wrong thing, furthering the belief that all of this is just going to go up in flames and burn until there’s nothing left and all that can be recognised is her standing alone, just like always.
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She doesn’t sleep, barely eats, gets by one day at a time and it’s no way to live. She doesn’t know how to live without watching for the latest creature with a penchant for meals on legs.
Every day is a battle, a struggle for breath.
Not that she can let it show, not when she has to keep going and be strong, it’s the only way to get through it all. There is no other way.
Phobias are far from rational, but fear? Fear is more than a phobia, it’s all consuming and overwhelming.
Abby is consumed by it.
Word Count: 3 x 100 drabbles
Rating: PG
Challenge: #196 - Phobia
Characters/Pairing: Abby!centric
Warnings: Bit morbid
Spoilers: Hints at season 4
Authors Notes: New to the fandom and I haven't written anything resembling fanfic in a very long time so go gentle on me? Also, feedback is in fact the food that sustains me.
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Truthfully there aren’t many things Abby Maitland is afraid of, not when she’s been a tomboy for as long as she can remember.
Bugs don’t do it, heights certainly don’t, the dark used to get to her but not anymore and after dealing with dinosaurs and crazy ex-wives with gun wielding tendencies there really isn’t anything that gets to her anymore.
Death is the one thing Abby should be afraid of and she isn’t, but she should be and she knows that.
Honestly though? She’s afraid of everything, but God forbid she speaks a word of it to anyone.
II
Everything’s unravelling, coming apart at the seams, fraying in places where it shouldn’t.
Being human isn’t easy, not when it means admitting weakness and relying on somebody else to get you by. She isn’t very good at relying on other people in the first place without looking them in the eye and admitting that she’s scared.
So very scared.
She says and does the wrong thing, furthering the belief that all of this is just going to go up in flames and burn until there’s nothing left and all that can be recognised is her standing alone, just like always.
III
She doesn’t sleep, barely eats, gets by one day at a time and it’s no way to live. She doesn’t know how to live without watching for the latest creature with a penchant for meals on legs.
Every day is a battle, a struggle for breath.
Not that she can let it show, not when she has to keep going and be strong, it’s the only way to get through it all. There is no other way.
Phobias are far from rational, but fear? Fear is more than a phobia, it’s all consuming and overwhelming.
Abby is consumed by it.
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It hurts, though. :( Poor Abby. I would hug her but she might kick me in the throat.
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...Blah I need Primeval icons now, but DO NOT HAVE ENOUGH room!
Yes, yes she might and that would hurt >.>
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:( I deleted some of mine to make room. DAMN YOU PRIMEVAL.
I am so proud of you for ficcing, btw. ♥
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100 words I can do, anything longer? Erm, probably not.
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You should keep doing 100 words. Apparently there are weekly prompts. <3
(Have an OT3!hug icon)
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Weekly prompts are good and 100 words are easy. Not like O_o
(Yay OT3!hug icon)
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You killed ABBY in another fic! ...Thankfully I have a spare one in my head.
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And I will never do that again as it BROKE me.
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Yeaaaaah, probably a good idea not to do that again. It's never fun. >.>
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There is that fact, that you do know me.
But oh god, killing her broke me worse than the time I killed Kitty and wrote Remy's reaction.
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So no killing of the Abby, sounds like a plan! :D
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Breaking, yes, killing, no?
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I don't think Connor would survive it. Becker, maybe. Okay... not so much.
...What? I like the OT3
Wheeee icon!
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Oooh yay icon!
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So many new fun icons.
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*ponders all of the pairings I could do*
I have two OT3's actually... and it occurs to me belatedly that we should move this to one of journals instead of spamming the poor community. :D
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Which post? :D
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(Just one thing, and I don't know if this is intentional/just a regional difference, but isn't 'tomgirl' usually 'tomboy'?)
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(*facepalm* It is 'tomboy'. No idea why my fingers put in 'tomgirl' >.> I blame a session of writing a university essay and it being Friday night after a very long week of work. Thanks for pointing it out, all fixed!)
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(Haha, that's fine. I've made far stupider mistakes for less serious reasons.)
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Welcome to the fandom!
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And my thanks for the welcome, hope to be here a while :D
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... and welcome!
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Also many thanks for the welcome! Look forward to making myself comfortable.