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femslash100100 prompt: 019. cold

Every Friday, I'll be posting a new femslash drabble for #femslashfriday using old archived prompts from femslash100100 and femslashficlets on Dreamwidth. This week's is a Chiyohgail post-season 2 drabble featuring ghost!Abigail. (As an aside, none of us know how old Chiyoh is (because she supposedly knew Hannibal as a boy, but her actress was barely 30 years old at the time of filming, while Hannibal was in his late 40s/very early 50s at that time!) so I'm going with the headcanon that a friend and I have that takes advantage of this show's magical realism, A.K.A. that time passes much slower at Lecter Castle than elsewhere, placing Chiyoh in her twenties. It's not suuuuper important for this drabble, but I thought I'd put it out there, anyway.) As always, I love reviews, so please leave them if you are so inclined. Enjoy! :)


~ LOST GIRLS ~

"I'm cold."

Chiyoh tenses but doesn't turn around. She knows that voice. It comes from a shadow of a girl, older than Mischa would ever be but with her wide blue eyes, another of Hannibal's lost girls.

"I can't help you, Abigail. You're not real."

"Are you?"

Chiyoh turns, thrown off. "I...I'm not sure anymore."

Abigail reaches out. Her hand is ice-cold against Chiyoh's cheek. It feels just as solid as a real girl's would. "Please, Chiyoh. I'm cold. Hold me?"

Chiyoh swallows. Then she holds out her arms, and Abigail comes to her, two ghosts comforting one another.