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@askram-ghoul
mhmm.... seaweed.......... yummy
*chews aggressively*
Glowstick sat nearby a lake, he looked at his reflection with a dazed expression. Did he really look like that? Had he always? He couldn't remember, nor did he want to. Something shifted in the water, Glowstick's reflection was replaced with something entirely different. Glowstick scrambled away from the water, heart pounding and breathing heavily. What Glowstick had thought was his reflection started rising out of the water, mist pooled around the figure like a blanket. Now, Glowstick had seen his fair share of insane fucked up shit but this? The figure softly landed on the ground near the lake, blonde and black hair swirled as if in water yet remained dry.
"You must be Glowstick, yes? I'm sorry to intrude on your evening, but I just had to meet you."
The figure- no ghoul bowed slightly before smiling softly at Glowstick.
@askram-ghoul
Glowstick wasn’t one to spend his hours staring into the water—into himself, but that’s what he found himself doing. He must have been at it too long because his critique of himself was becoming far too convoluted. He blinked in an attempt to readjust his eyes. Still the same. Blinked again. And suddenly there was an entirely different face looking back. The hybrid jumped and scrambled away from the water’s edge.
He blinked again, hoping that was the end of it. As it turned out, something began rising out of the water. Glowstick’s eyes darted around in search of an escape route. He did not want to deal with some ghoul’s dumb bullshit this evening.
His eyes trained back on the figure that has now appeared. It was… oddly ethereal—the best way he could describe it. Not in anything holy (far from it), but simply that… otherworldly way.
Glowstick was surprised to hear the ghoul say his name. He wasn’t that much of a popular person here.
“I— uh… yes! Yeah, that’s me. How do you know me? I’m not exactly a household name around here,” he finished with a strained chuckle.
Now that he thought about it… something about this ghoul seems familiar. Must’ve seen them around the Ministry in the past.
Well, you are dating my older brother no? I'd be the worst brother to ever exist if I didn't familiarize myself with his lover."
The ghoul rubbed his neck, face flushed. Now that most of the mist had cleared away Glowstick could see the similarities between this ghoul and Spitfire. Their mannerisms were similar, it almost felt uncanny seeing it. The ghoul kneeled down, around eye level to Glowstick. The two looked at eachother, neither moving to speak.
"Well, I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Ram, and as you are aware of I am Spitfire's younger brother. Now, since he's ignored all my attempts to converse I have come to you in order to receive answers to my questions. If you would so oblige."
Little fun fact about ghouls; we cannot die.
Or... that's my case at least. And believe me, I have tried to die by my own claws and to no avail. In fact, I have tested this theory many times. And I ashamed to admit that, but I doubt I'm the only one who has committed murder within the pits. Or outside of them for that matter.
Yet no matter what circumstances I killed in, none of them ever arose from the dead like I have so countless times. I'm beginning to think that either I'm the devil's favourite, or his least favorite.
Perhaps I should let go of my own reality and give into depravity. Thoughts?
The skyline tonight is pretty... I just wish my brother could see it for it's true beauty. Perhaps if I tried talking to him he'd find our favorite constellation? This time surely has to work... it just has to.
I’ve been thinking about my brother more and more recently. Not for any particular reason it’s just come up in thought. I want to talk to him but I don’t think that I could without him thinking I’m just another illusion. Maybe I should find some antipsychotics for him?
I did it
alr the people have spoken so here’s the account, ngl its just a secondary blog so idk how this is gonna work but fuck it we ball lmao
also I’m too lazy to make a character sheet rn or lore so ima just make it up as I go along for ram
have fun gang