Re: Abigail and Finn Collins
Abigail smiled. She loved that he could think of her as angel; it made her feel as if she wasn't tainted by her past after all. She giggled at the thought of what he might not be able to mention. "Sorry." She said with an amused grin. She wasn't really sorry at all.
Abigail looked up at him, wondering if he'd think she was a monster for letting Hel use her. It was one more person more powerful that her, that manipulated and used her. It was too ugly for the beautiful party. "I can't talk about the bad, not here." She said, trusting he wouldn't push her to talk. He never did. "The other one was a simple misunderstanding. I asked someone to come to a wedding with me. I meant it as a date, but the other person thought I wanted to go as friends." At least that's what she assumed when nothing happened that night. She couldn't help a silly grin at the thought that she turned him on. Her, not Hel, not some fantasy version of her. Just her. "I'd say sorry again, but I kind of like that I have that effect on you."