I'm sorry, so sorry

I loved him, I loved him, I loved him. And I still love him { indie oc }

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i'll do replies eventually, but if anyone cares to know, i made a new oc and that's where i'll be! probably!

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「✖」→  Well, it’s not like we’re on the set of Supernatural or anything, people didn’t normally know how to react to ghosts — Other than what they see in movies. Sighing, the male leaned back in his seat, “Nugh. This isn’t going to work.” Three taps? Sounded more like something school children would use to cheat on tests. Pocketing the phone, he crossed his arms, the other’s sigh was almost transmitted through the wood. “—…Sorry bout that. You probably get that all the time..?” A hesitant tone was taken on — He had no idea who this guy was, how long he’s been dead. How was be supposed to be creative in a situation like this? He rubbed his fingertip along the arm rest as eyes closed, trying to remember how people — who weren’t clique as hell — went about doing this. Too bad all of the things that came to mind were trying to get rid of the ghost. Pursing his lips, he sighed, “Well, I got nothing. Can you talk? Anything other than tap on that fucking bench?” 

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      Judah agreed. It was a bit inconvenient that the other couldn't see him, but was alert enough to recognize his presence. Usually, the spirit would be gone by now--seeing that he had frightened someone and then leaving the scene with quiet steps to alarm them no longer. Letting out another sigh, the male leaned back on the bench. He really couldn't talk--or, well, he could but it wouldn't be beneficial at the moment since the other wouldn't be able to hear him. He tapped at the bench again, an idea forming--if only he could somehow communicate this idea. Standing up, he quickly scanned the area before his eyes landed on a small light post, a few flyers attached here and there. Rushing over, he grabbed a flyer, sticking it in his pocket before shuffling back over to the bench. Fishing the paper from his pocket, he then set the neon green crumpled paper on the bench, with the blank side--no words visible. He hoped that this was enough of a hint that he just needed a pen and they would be set.

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“Seven years.” The words came out just loud enough to be audible, but sounding more like an exhaled breath than he’d intended. “That’s a long time, huh? I’d say I was sorry, but I’m sure you’ve heard that enough times when you were alive.” He can’t keep his smile up anymore, with a sickening guilt settling into his stomach. He knew it was wrong, oh so terribly wrong, but he was drowning in envy towards the other. If Elliot’s heart stopped, well, it would’ve made everything easier for everyone else. A frustrated and trembling sigh escaped his lips, laced with anger aimed towards his thoughts. 

Really, he was an appalling, selfish person. After a sharp intake of breath, his smile was back as easily as slipping on a mask. Hopefully Judah didn’t notice or think too much of it. Elliot shook his head, some of his unruly hair getting caught in his mouth. The male spat the strands out, face twisting in exaggerated disgust. And then gave a sheepish shrug. “Nah, that answers all my questions, Judes. Thanks for trusting me. I appreciate it.” He truly did. People didn’t usually dispense such personal matters to him. Even though he was amiable enough, he wasn’t the sort of person to tell secrets to. Elliot needed to repay the blonde, somehow, for this showcase of immense trust. The idea came to him when his hand reached instinctively to the pouch resting on his hip. “Hey Judah, I got a question for you.” Elliot tied the blue balloon’s string around his wrist, to keep both his hands were free. Not that he needed to, but it would work better this way. “Don’t worry, it’s not about your ghostliness.” He clapped his trembling hands together, smiling widely. His body rejected the idea, terribly, sweating nervously in retaliation. Elliot vowed never to tell anyone about this, never to do this unless necessary. But promises were made to be broken, right? “Want to see a magic trick?”

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      Judah saw the chance in pace pretty clearly. The smile that was once there, vanishing before reappearing. He was dead, not blind. Albeit, he decided not to question the matter, the image of a dark Elliot causing him to falter a bit. That was obviously some inner turmoil, and it wasn't the spirit's place to question such a thing, no matter how curious he was. Besides, Elliot didn't exactly owe him anything. Judah was dead, a ghost, it was a fact that he shared. Simple as that. 

      "Oh, please." He muttered, waving his hand from embarrassment at the other's words of gratitude. Really, he did nothing! If blood remained in his body, the ghost would most likely be flushing. That was something he liked about being a manifested being, definitely, was the loss of his easily flushed face. Starting from his cheeks and ending at his toes. His lover used to tease him all the time, whenever Judah become flustered; "Judah, Judah! You're going to explode. Take off your shoes, quick! The blood must be rushing down there, too!" To which his face would only heat even more, earning him a few kisses here and there. 

      Such memories sent a flood of fondness through his form, causing a faint smile to tug at his lips out of its own accord. Looking up when Elliot began speaking again, the male looked confused for a moment at the odd request, suggestion, question? It was a little hard to tell with that tone of voice used by a certain brunet. "What? Magic trick? Uh--...Yeah! Sure!" This could be interested. Judah loved magic tricks when he was a little kid. He even had a kit, though he was unsuccessful in most attempts. He found himself standing still, waiting for the 'trick' to begin with an intent stature. 

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Judging by the other’s expression followed with a smile most certainly reassured Oliver, even if words were spoken, his expression was enough to relieve the teen. Saying something back was risky, most certainly it would strike up a conversation, and Oliver was willing to bet that this stranger didn’t know sign language, hell even Oliver wasn’t so pro at it himself just yet. Instead he’d get a smile back, along with a muttered reply, "thanks" One wouldn’t even suspect Oliver was deaf, he’d done well for himself to read people easily, it was rare he’d come across someone who was difficult, not that Oliver would really put his time aside to bother with many, he didn’t see much point when having this disability now. After giving the awkward smile, he took his gaze forward, watching very few people walk past. Did the other just enjoy sitting here, too? Or maybe he was waiting for someone, the latter was completely normal.

It would be nice to bring something up though, seeing as Oliver hadn’t spoken to anyone his own age in a very long time. His old friends wouldn’t bother to put up with him when hanging out, Oliver wouldn’t be able to join in with the usual banter and jokes, hell he’d end up going home anyway, where’s the fun in not even being able to listen to your friends? There were many voices he missed, and the agonizing wonder still etched him whenever he’d see lips moving. Since he was moping to himself about said topic, perhaps trying would at least  make Oliver feel that he’s put at least a little effort into talking. He turned to the other again, tapping him on the shoulder before asking, "…do you know sign language?"

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      Once the word of gratitude was uttered, Judah assumed that their conversation had ended. Though, he was a bit sad and frustrated at the short interaction--he really couldn't blame the other. Honestly, it wasn't as if strangers enjoyed striking up conversation for no reason at all. So, he almost fell asleep? It didn't matter. That certainly didn't make Judah his new best friend or anything. Giving a small shake of his head, the spirit uttered a soft and somewhat awkward "No problem." Afterwards, he sighed, once again letting the silence that he was all too well acquainted with attempt to fill the ever growing void in his soul. 

      When there was a tap on his shoulder, the male turned to once again face the other, this time with raised eyebrows to indicate he was listening. The question threw him off, before something suddenly clicked. Opening his mouth in an 'o' he quickly scrambled to a better position, so he was sitting on the bench with one leg tucked under his bottom and the other hanging off the side. Shaking his head, he brought a hand up and tilted it back and forth, to indicate that he wasn't quite confident in his skills as he mouthed a "not really". Straightening his hand again, he made a motion for the other to wait, a look of concentration while he attempted to do one of the only things he was ever taught concerning sign language. Placing his hand against his chest, he then moved it down into a position that required both hands; folding one over the other to make an 'X' from an upwards position. He first made the motion of a J, followed by a U, a D and so forth. He had a bit of trouble when it came to the 'H' not quite sure which way it faced. His movements were choppy and probably not quite accurate, but it got the job done. Once finished, he placed his hands back in his lap, beaming at the other with a sense of triumph. 

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“Ah,” a soft murmur passed through his lips. “That makes a lot of sense.” The other’s surprise at being spoken to, the refusal for the balloon (It’d probably look like the thing was hovering without an anchor.), and all the strange stares (They thought he was talking to the air, oh dear.). Everything clicked into place with Elliot’s newfound knowledge, and he let out an amused chuckle. It was so simple, how could he not have figured this out earlier? Probably because he was ignoring the possibility of something strange happening to him, again. He’s dealt with enough supernatural events to last him a lifetime. Though, Judah seemed so flustered about the ordeal and Elliot didn’t understand way. “Well, I’m glad that’s cleared up. And that I’m not crazy,” he said. He flashed the other a reassuring smile before sitting down. “People have said otherwise, you know. Not that I blame them.” Cracking jokes were used to relieve tension like this, right? Elliot just wanted to cheer the blonde up, really. “And don’t apologize, Judes. It ruins your smile, yeah? And you didn’t do anything wrong.” A pause. “I understand that everyone keeps secrets. But you don’t have to be scared to tell me stuff like that,” says a total stranger. Of course Judah would be hesitant on revealing something as big of a deal as being unperceivable to the human eye. “I’ve seen a lot of weird things. Being invisible isn’t the weirdest. Does that make me special, though, being able to see you? That’s pretty awesome!” Rambling, really, it’s all Elliot was good at. He held out the balloon to the blonde once more. “C’mon, take it. And if you don’t mind, explain this to me a little more.”

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      People these days. Honestly, if Judah were still living, and someone hinting at being a ghost--he would most definitely be freaking out. Not likely in a 'get away from me!' way, but definitely hyperventilating. No one seemed to be at all fazed when the information was presented, and it bristled the spirit a little to have something so major easily overlooked. Then again, it was also a good thing--if someone started freaking out, Judah would most likely cry and that wouldn't be a fun experience. Nope. 

      Giving a final sniff, Judah reached up with the end of his sweater sleeve to rub at his nose, mostly out of reflex than anything. Reaching over, he nodded slowly, not quite realizing how greatly he resembled a child before hesitating a moment. Giving a sigh, he closed his eyes, trying to will his hand to change from the simple, manifested transparency to a much more solid and defined limb. Then, he grasped the string of the balloon, opening his eyes and turning pale hues to peer through thick eyelashes to look up at the other male. 

      "Well...What's there to say?" Judah spoke with a small laugh, gripping the balloon tightly, the color and connotation that comes with balloons a little ridiculous in this current situation. "Hm, okay. Let's start with the basics--Judah, that's me. I've been dead for, oh, seven years maybe? You know, I really would have mentioned it before if something like that was...Easy to say." He took a breath, twirling his fingers around the string to distract himself with something while he continued to walk, the smallest furrow of his eyebrow as he spoke with concentration. "A lot of people can't see me. You're kind of special. I'm pretty sure it has to do with some sort of mindset people set themselves in--but that's a discussion for another time. People can't hear me, or see me, but they can hear my movements. Can't tell you how many times my name has been changed to the 'wind.'" A small smile, followed by a chuckle. 

      Once reaching the clearing, he sat down on the grass with a soft shifting of clothing. Looking up at Elliot. "Anymore questions?" 

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                                           “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. Um, it’s been a while.” It definitely had been. A long while. Judah probably didn’t remember anything so there was no point in Johnny making him even more miserable. This kid was dead after all — he didn’t want to add to his pile. Seeing the look on Judah’s face really hurt. He shouldn’t have let his emotions get the better of him like that. Judah had been so happy to see him and yet he ruined it, and possibly made the boy feel stupid. “We can’t keep talking in public because not everyone can see you. Would you like to come over to my place?” He asked, forgetting about the beach. It would always be there but he guessed like all spirits, Judah’s time was limited. Johnny turned on his heels and started walking, waving the boy to follow him. If Judah began to remember then he was going to see how much Johnny had changed. He was no longer the talkative, up beat boy that he had once knew.

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      "It's okay!" Judah said, with a smile. He still felt a little tugging at his chest, mostly out of fear than anything. Like, when you know you did something wrong and your parents call you down (using your full name, of course). That's how Judah felt at the moment, but he couldn't quite pinpoint why. Looking around for a moment, his smile turned sheepish before he gave a nod, followed by an upbeat affirmation. It was incredibly nice to be around company he knew, and who knew of his situation. The spirit quickly tagged along, practically falling over Johnny's heels. "Soooo~ where do you live now? Are there any good video games out. I mean, I haven't really been able to keep up with current events. Not that I did while I was alive--" He gave a small laugh, still trotting along. "Oh, right. We should probably talk when we get to your house! Sorry!" He reached a hand up to make a zipper motion over his mouth before tugging it away again and throwing the 'key' over his shoulder. 

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                                           Johnny was out doing whatever Johnny’s did when they were bored. School hadn’t started back and he spent all his time alone with the ghosts. Some of them were interesting but most of them were annoying as hell. The boy was withdrawn and he didn’t like to talk to many people. They all died anyway. So what was the point? The teen sipped on his smoothie as he was heading to the beach — just to sit out in the sun. It was suppose to rain later and he wouldn’t mind getting caught in that either. Though suddenly a coldness rushed over him which meant a ghost was near — one he hadn’t come into contact with yet. The white haired boy blinked as his name was called. Great, this one knew him but when he turned around his heart gave a painful clench] and he spoke without even thinking. “Now you want to give me attention?” Impulsive. Accidental and instead regret. “I mean.. Hi Judah..” Pain. So much pain and anger.

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      A range of emotions fluttered throughout Judah's form when he saw the other open his mouth to retort. It was obvious he saw him, and the little spirit hadn't been this happy in a long time. However, he visibly jumped back when the words he spoke had a cool and calloused tone, and the chosen words fit perfectly with the air now surrounding him. Eyes widening a bit, his smile fell altogether as he furrowed his eyebrows in a confused manner, aged, pale hues glimmering with hurt. "...Hey...?" He was so excited to see him, too. He wasn't quite sure what was going on; he never got the feeling before that Johnny was angry with him, so why now? Shouldn't he be...Happy, to see him? Worrying at his bottom lip, he suddenly felt incredibly flustered for being so eager. Yes, of course it would be weird. You're dead, he reminded himself. Yet, that still didn't quite explain it. 

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      That face looked...Extremely familiar. And, that was strange because, Judah didn't remember any faces from his time of living. He only got strange feelings when thinking of those he knew, scents, laughs, those were the things he remembered--but never a face. For a fleeting moment, his heart jumped out of his chest--thinking that maybe, just maybe that was him. But, no, the more he felt around his mind, the less plausible it was. He gained a different feelings from this man, though not all that different. Stepping through the crowd, he shivered each time his body passed through another warm one. He felt excitement bubbling in his chest when he got close enough to actually take in the man's appearance, and fully experience that aura surrounding him. Yes, that was a soul he knew, and Judah couldn't keep the smile off his face even if he wanted to. "Johnny..." He whispered, with a lace of sadness upon remembering how often he was simply ignored with the hustle and bustle that is a human mind. His smile wavered a little, but he was still too happy, incredibly happy, to see a familiar face that brought him so much joy.

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“Ah, okay. I’ll um, hold onto it for you. Sure.” The smile drooped a little at the other’s delayed response and growing worry seized at him. Somewhere less crowded, that didn’t necessarily mean anything. Maybe Judah enjoyed quieter settings. Maybe he was still upset about the balloon ordeal, maybe Elliot upset him. There was an incessant list of maybes, enough to drown in. But Elliot couldn’t help but link the blonde’s strange behavior to the stares of the others in the park. There was still a frustrating gap between the two events, as he was unable to string them together with a sufficient reason. Elliot followed after Judah, away from the crowded park, balloon strings clamped tightly in his trembling hands. He gnawed at his lip, thoughts drifting back to his worries. Well, there was an explanation that might work, but it was so ridiculous, he didn’t want to admit it. He’d met some very strange individuals before, so it wasn’t impossible, right? It was just very improbable. Even if it made sense. “Judah, I, uh—” Elliot could feel his heart hammering anxiously against his chest, words coming out in broken stutters and incoherent stammers. He was usually filled with a never-ending pool of words, but the well dried up, as it always was when he lost his composure. But he needed answers, and he needed to ask questions first. “You know, I’m really sorry about being so pushy before, that, uh, was my bad. Was rude. Yeah. But your reluctance, was it because, uh… Oh gosh, hold on, I need a moment.” With shut eyes, he took a shaking breath, and exhaled. He could do this, if he only relaxed. It was just a question, it couldn’t hurt, right? Eyes opened, anxiety replaced with a firm conviction and genuine curiosity. “Can they see you? Or am I the only one?”

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      Judah only realized when they were almost to the clearing how creepy it sounded for him to say such a thing. 'Let's go somewhere more private to hold balloons.' Oh God, Elliot probably thought he was some serial killer now. Just as he was about to explain himself, however, the other's voice cut him off before his mouth could even begin to form words of denial towards his murderer-esque behavior. It seemed the other was nervous, and the spirit could only think in his head 'please don't mention anything about sex. I'm not a pervert. Not a pervert.' 

      Oh, well, at least the fact he was pervert and not a serial killer was cleared up. The question made him a bit uncomfortable, though, even if it was true. He didn't usually have to tell people about his predicament and this was...Awkward. Shifting on his feet, Judah cleared his throat before giving a distant "Yeah..." Great, now Elliot would get scared and leave. Or be angry for Judah not saying anything before he seemed to be speaking to thin air. Or both... 

      "B-but! You're not crazy...Or anything. It's me, not you!" Now he's breaking up with him? Smooth, Judah. Forgiveness would be appreciated in this, however, because the spirit hasn't really spoken to anyone in quite some time, and during those interactions he never really blurted out the words 'I'm dead'. That little fact wasn't something you announced to the world--well, maybe it should be. Ugh, he was just about ready to pull his hair out. Shifting his gaze to his feet, the petite male gave a small sniffle followed by a soft "Sorry." Because, he really was. 

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The park had become a favorable spot for Oliver, it was a place where he could at least sit down in peace without having to respond to people, despite the fact that he was deaf and was unable to tell whatever the majority were saying. If shaking his head and pointing to his ears didn’t do the trick, then clearly people were rather dumb in his honest opinion. At the park however no one would bother to approach Oliver, especially when he made sure to pull down his baseball cap, covering most contents of one’s face. To engage in conversation would only be disastrous, and of course it was a shame seeing as before the fire he was actually a sociable teen, despite the flaws here and there, nothing too out of the usual though. Right now Oliver was occupying a bench, to which then some rotten kids decided to run past, splashing puddle water all over him. —Great, thanks.

A move was in order, and the nearest bench available was already occupied by one other, not that it mattered in the slightest. He kept his mouth shut, lips pierced as the teen hesitantly approached said bench to sit down, eye contact was purposefully avoided. He could have chosen any other bench, the park was quite empty today, but Oliver was already sat down. What was he wanting to do again? Oh yes, rest. Raising a hand to tug gently on the tip of his baseball cap, Oliver slowly shut his eyes, face upturned to the sky— oblivious that the other was near enough doing the same thing. Pure silence, at least Oliver didn’t have to worry about any distractions sound-wise. All was well until he began to drift off, weight shifting and sliding down the bench towards the other ever-so-slightly, a sudden jump, and Oliver had just about caught himself before toppling on the other. Oh, shit. "—S-Sorry." That was a close call, and still he refused to look at the other properly, paranoia getting the best of him once again.

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      The spirit saw the unfortunate happening between the male and the inconveniently placed puddle of water--not to mention the group of very rude, very loud people. When the other moved to sit down at his bench, Judah merely glanced at the other when he sat down. He didn't really think he saw him, though that was becoming more of a normal occurrence these days. Turning away from him, he looked up at the sky again--trying to discern different patterns and objects the clouds formed. He would have sworn on anything that that cloud was actually a bunny, and he found himself smiling at that. It was always entertaining to simply sit and take in your own surroundings, warping your perspective into a much more childish fantasy. 

      "Ah--!" He panicked when the boy began to tip over, seeming to be asleep. That wouldn't be good. Judah wasn't solid at the moment, and collecting his bearings to become so would take a lot of work. He didn't want the teen to slip right through him and hit his head against the unforgiving surface of the bench. Ouch. However, both were saved from the male straightened up with wide eyes. Oh--it seemed that he did, indeed, see Judah. How convenient. Waving a hand, the spirit gave a reassuring smile. "It's alright. No need to apologize." No harm done, in the end. Judah was more concerned for his bench buddy then himself, after all. 

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"…Yeah?" He muttered awkwardly. Is this another McDreadies fan? They’re swarming!

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      "Uh..." No, he's not a fan. Well, not yet at least. You need to give him some time to warm up (haha just kidding he's dead he's gonna be cold forever). "What...Are McDreadies?" Ew. He's cringing after saying that word.

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"I’m startin’ t’ wonder why so many people want my McDreadies. Am I really that hot?"

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      What in the sweet heavens are a...McDreadies? No, no, he's not even going to bother himself with that one. Noooopppeeeeee.

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ourinai 

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mydistantvoice 

      So far, Judah's day had been incredibly exhausting--and it was barely past noon. How troubling. While minding his own ghostly business inside of a doughnut shop (he enjoyed to just sit, and watch people go about their day), he seemed to attract the unfortunate attention of a medium. Now, he didn't have anything against people like the female who decided to start chatting it up with him as if she knew everything going on in his life--okay, maybe a little. It was just incredibly annoying, because, surprise--she, and most others, knew nothing of his time living. Yes, they could communicate with him, but they tried much too hard. Everything was such a tragedy (Judah, baby, you died a tragic death). And, at the end, they always tried to make him 'cross over' saying things like "You need to be free! Be free from your burdens!" To which he would stare blankly before giving a small "Excuse me" and retreating from the scene. Honestly, it was embarrassing, even if others couldn't see him. So, now, he was incredibly flustered--though, on the bright side it was a little past most worker's lunch breaks and it was a weekday so there weren't many idle body roaming around the park. So, Judah gave a small sigh, staring up at the sky as he kicked his legs back and forth on the bench he occupied. "--...." 

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   Ah this sucked. He may like pain in the spur of the moment, but the day after a good beating he’s definitely feeling it. Sitting across from the other, he was wrapping his wrists and hands. Hearing a voice spout something about being bored he jumped a bit, eyes scanning for the owner of the voice. There was no one, or wait.. was there? In a half faded-image he saw… someone. “…hello?” It was like they were transparent, that or his hallucinations were flickering. Maybe he got hit a little too hard last night, or maybe just not hard enough. Putting away the roll of medical tape and gauze he cocked his head to the side. “Yo! are you even listening?

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      Oh! So that person was calling out to him? Judah quickly sat up with a sheepish smile, if he actually had blood anywhere in his body, his pale face would most likely be flushed. "Sorry!" He called out, though, somehow managed to mutter it. Placing his hands in the grass, he leaned back a bit on his elbows, giving the male curious glances. He wasn't aware of another presence near by, though his senses had been dulled since death. "Did you need something?" He asked, softly, though at a good enough volume for the other to hear him clearly. After speaking, Judah actually looked at the man, and was a bit worried when his gaze found the bandages wrapping around his arms. 

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      The little spirit is currently sitting over by a pond, knees braced against his chest as he peers over the water. A small smile on his lips as he watches fish dart past, some small and others bigger. He liked watching fish, he enjoyed how free they all looked--despite their forever unchanging environment. Once out of water, their life was pulled away from them, yet the creatures still carried on, swimming and swimming and swimming. Then again, he was probably thinking too much into it. Yes, way too much into it. Judah gave a little laugh, shaking his head as he let go of his legs--leaning backwards until his spine connected with the ground. Today, like many, was uneventful. "Borriinnggg--"

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                         { ღ }  He doesn’t notice the deceased being at first, much too engrossed with his current task of making dough from scratch. Kal goes to turn, reaching for the jar of honey-only to halt all movement when he lays wide, emerald optics on the boy. On the very translucent boy at that. The unicorn smiles widely, though, abandoning his bread for one quick second. “Well, good evening~!" he beams, somehow very much happily right now. It’s been so long since he’s encountered ghosts or spirit folk so he’s kind of excited. "Would you like to join me as I bake~?" Kal wouldn’t mind at all, in fact he’d love that. Company in the kitchen was always nice, especially new ones. 

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      The spirit gave a jump when there was a voice directed towards him. It was always so ironic, that he was usually the one being scared by others. He sensed that the man could already tell what he was. And, the thought was comforting, that he didn't have to go through the usual awkward routines when someone saw him and started conversations. Really, what was he supposed to say? 'Hey, I'm Judah. I've been dead for like seven years--wanna be friends?' That just didn't sound right. Nodding slowly, he walked over just as hesitantly, his strides short but each one long and purposeful. He stopped once he was near the counter. He felt uncomfortable with simply walking through it, so he walked around the the entryway instead. "What are you making?" He asked in a small voice. This was too casual, and it was strange, but Judah really didn't find himself minding it all too much. 

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Elliot had never been so passionate about purchasing a balloon, and if he were to reflect on today’s actions, he’d laugh at the absurdity of it all. So he wasn’t surprised when Judah laughed, it truly was ridiculous. But, no, it wasn’t even about the stupid balloons anymore. Elliot was compelled by the desire to give the other the one thing he longed for. And if it was a balloon, so be it.

He jumped to his feet the moment he was given permission, brimming with joy, smiling wide enough to split his face. Regardless of Judah’s decision, the brunette would have done it anyways, but it was so much better to have approval. He allowed himself to bask in the blissful feeling of his miniscule victory. “One balloon coming up, Judes! Don’t go floatin’ away while I’m gone.” He thought he was so smart, slipping in another nickname variation and a terrible pun (Floating, balloons, get it?). With that, he skipped off to the stall, ignoring the disapproving stares, and got in line behind the gathering children.

After a quick wait and handling of coins, he came back with a balloon in each hand, one blue and the other yellow. (He was trying to be clever once more by choosing the colors that matched Judah’s hair and eyes.) Elliot sat down beside Judah, and thrust the yellow balloon out to the other with a proud smile. The centrifugal joy radiated off of him, and he looked at the other in expectance.

“Judaaaah, here, take it! We can even draw a smiley face on it if you want! I have a sharpie on me!” Really, he was just a big kid, delighted by the smallest things. Mission to buy Judah a balloon: Accomplished.

In all the excitement, he’d momentarily forgotten about the other’s initial reluctance and the wary stares. It couldn’t be that important, could it?

[amourdecesed-blog]

      He watched the other's enthusiasm with bewilderment accompanied by a faint smile. Yes, endearing and strange were two words that described Elliot perfectly. He had to wonder why this man was being so nice to him, but since his kindness seemed to be blind--that also explained very well why he could see Judah; he gathered over the years that he wasn't exactly invisible, and though it did have a little bit to do with being stuck between two worlds that wasn't the cause of it. It was more of a soul, thing. People had to be open to such possibilities, they couldn't be like many others in the world and simply block out things that made them uncomfortable. That explained a lot why children could see him, and that's what Elliot reminded him of--a child. 

      Now came the hard part. He had the ability to make his left hand solid by now with a lot of concentration, but even so that wasn't the problem here. He couldn't just...Hold a balloon in broad daylight. Of course, there were many people who would simply ignore it--for the fact stated before, that their minds were closed off to all possibilities that could be potentially frightening. "Ah..." He trailed off, not exactly sure what he planned on saying. The situation was awkward for him, especially when the other was so damn happy. 

      Forming a plan, he held up a finger before looking around. "Hold onto my balloon for a second--m'kay? Let's go somewhere less crowded." He shot a smile over to the other before standing up, looking back for a second before walking off. There was a small spot near here that was far away enough they wouldn't attract attention, but it was also still out in the sun. He enjoyed Elliot's company, and he would prolong their interaction as long as he could. Yes, that's what he would do.