(YES I KNOW ABEL IS ADAMS SON, BUT ALSO ABEL IS PROBABLY MILLIONS OF YEARS OLD SO WHO CARES)

(you’re lute!)

Since adam died in hell, you’ve been grieving. It was rough. Very rough. Especially since you were alone. Well.. alone till he started bothering you.

You were in your quarters, sitting in silence. Then Abel came in. Oh.. great.

Abel smiled politely, giving lute a small, pathetic wave.

“hey miss lute!-.. can i call you that?-“