#~tag tbd; abigail st. john

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A roll of dark irises is given at her older sister’s words, a heavy, audible sigh leaving her lips as she shakes her head. “Of course that’s the first thing on your mind,” Abigail retorts. “My age, yes, 19. Okay? Nothing about any of this can be okay, Ali. We’re from the future, she’s from the past… what if we get dad from the past too? No, I haven’t and I haven’t told mom who I am yet either. Just that my name is Abigail.”

a hint of a smile touched her lips, the distress from her sister wasn't all that alarming with whats going on. if anything, it was a comfort of its own. "abby, you know i never arrive somewhere early, much less on time. my closet didn't come with me, i had to go shopping to get ready, but i'm here now. slow down, mom is your age?" that changed things, but her mind ran with ideas on how this wasn't as bad as it could be. "it's going to be ok, abby, i promise-- we can face this. have you seen dad?"

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"What's the mater, Salvatore," Abigail quips, glancing back at him from over her shoulder. "Don't tell me you're scared. It's not even that bad."

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tobys face s c r u n c h e d in disapproval, he watched as the other went on without i n t e r r u p t i o n until finally he couldn't anymore. ❝ nah, no way in h e l l you're getting me to do that. ❞

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Her sister’s voice rose through the air pulling her gaze in her direction as a sigh of relief eased from her lips. “It’s about damn time you show up, Ali,” Abigail states. “What the hell took you so long? I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Mom’s here but she’s not- she’s my age and she has no clue who we are.”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❤︎ ― aliyah st.johns / open starter / @darkskiesrpgstarters

coming from mystic falls, she had spent most of the time exploring the city of new orleans, the culture and the history spoke to her. she loved her home but she had always felt brighter than the dull life that was the small town she grew up in. she'd been moving around the mansion, hoping for find her parents, as she has yet to see or hear if they had joined her and her sister. the witch moved up the stairs, a martini in one hand, her eyes scanning the room as she moved to the next level. her love for fashion was no secret, her outfit for the night spoke for itself, and it was helping her gauge who was from the future with her, or otherwise-- fashion trends by the years were far from subtle.

aliyah brought her glass to her lips and downed the rest of her martini, smiling at a waiter walking by her and taking his empty tray as an invitation to place her empty glass on it. "thank you, mon chéri."