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autohalo : exclusively penned for @itshoco, by nic !
DRAFTS 001 * OWED 008
the sleep heavy in casper's eyes as he shuffles from out of his bedroom. the path from his room to the kitchen a route he could walk in his sleep ( he practically is now ). heels of his palms raise to rub at his sockets as he rounds the last corner, " kiwoo ? is that you ? " voice hoarse. it takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to kiwoo's shape in the shared space. the recognition followed by an all too familiar nervous swoop of his stomach. " hey, " his hand self consciously rising to pat down his bedhead, " i fell back asleep instead … was about to make a pot, " rounding behind him casper stretches for the empty coffee machine, " want some ? "
the weight of kiwoo’s eyes on him must feel heavy, with the way casper shifts in his sights. he can’t help but stare; his own personal ghost come back to life. “that’s me.” he says, a short laugh catching the sentence. for as long as they’ve known each other, casper has always overworked himself. it seems to be no different now, exhaustion ever present in his roommate’s demeanor. he steps to the side, breaking from his self-induced trance. “i’ll take a cup. you have to start sleeping at normal hours.”
“Calling means giving you the opportunity to screen it, or worse, hang up on me,” she stated this with enough severity that it might as well have been a crime, before she smiled and waltzed in through the door, patting him once on the shoulder as she did so. “Plus, you know I love to be dramatic.”
Once inside, Maki paused for a moment at the threshold, debating if the effort of removing her extremely high (and extremely hard to remove and put back on) boots was worth the trouble. “Casper...” She was trying to put a face to the name. Anything to the name. She should've maybe paid more attention to the people Kiwoo surrounded himself with. “The friendly ghost. Oh, that's funny.” She stilled for a moment to gauge Kiwoo's expression. “Or, I mean, sad? That's sad.”
“i wouldn’t hang up on you.” he defends weakly, the corners of his mouth pulling into a frown. of all the people in marrow, maki indisputably deserves to have him be present. if ignoring her was a possibility, kiwoo is confident that he would have never left the house after losing his brother. as she repeats the name of his roommate, he watches her curiously. surely she would remember— the friendly ghost. a disbelieving laugh escapes him in the moment. “i don’t know. he gets a second chance. doesn’t seem so sad anymore.” he retreats further into the house, confident she will trail along behind him. “are you here to drag me downtown? i'll make you dinner if you say no.”
♱ — kiwoo's residence @ 2pm ♱ — closed for kiwoo suh @autohalo
♱ “ what if it's a test? ” phoebe asks out of the blue, hand deep in a bag of chips like she's not about to bring up such a taboo topic. “ wait, is casper home? — never mind, i'll be more quiet, ” she adds, voice dropping to a whisper. “ like, let's say god is real, and he brought everyone back to prove it. the only reason we don't know is because we haven't asked. ” phoebe can admit that the curiosity has been eating at her for weeks now, her own silence deafening and beginning to overpower her fear. “ do you think they've seen god? ”
“of all the places in the world, you think god decided to show himself in nowhere maine?” his response is incredulous, but he doesn't laugh. there has to be some explanation for this— maybe religion, something large than life like that, is the answer. “we can't ask.” he supplies, entirely unhelpful. the mention of casper, the thought of asking… his heart pulses with worry in his chest. “i don't think you look god in the eyes & get to come back.”
♱ — marrow public library @ 4pm ♱ — closed for aspen camire @autohalo
♱ there's just something about aspen that camille never liked. she tells herself her gut feeling is justified, that aspen is a bit too nice and a bit too sweet to not be an act, that one day she'll slip up and camille will feel vindicated, but the truth is that aspen gets under her skin for reasons she isn't ready to face. lately, though, there's been a shift. she's been feeling a strange connection with other people, like opposing magnet poles pulling them together — and of course, that had to include her. “ hey, ” she greets, almost like it wasn't of her own volition. she looks around the basically empty library, but continues to speak like the words are being pulled out from her throat. “ do you … do you mind if i sit? ”
a laugh threatens to escape as she looks up from her laptop. in a time where the entire town seemingly wants to run & hide from aspen, of course it would be camille king asking to take a seat next to her. her mouth opens & promptly closes as her words struggle to catch up. she shrugs, “you can sit.” the other didn't ask, but she feels the need to explain her presence at the library, of all places. “the internet at my place is down for some reason. i'm still trying to figure out why everyone is acting weird. but, nothing's there. it's stupid.”
open to. @autohalo's aspen camire ! setting. prismatic spiritual shop, late afternoon.
bellamy hardly considered themselves the religious type. sunday school was nothing but a formality, something to do to get out of the house and leave their mother with an empty nest, one day a week — marrow's free substitute for sunday morning babysitting. even so, they still stumbled into prismatic, all-willing, perhaps buying into the hokey nature of new age metaphysics in search of a crystalline bandage that may, somehow, at least soothe the nerves. at worst ? a pretty rock to stare at. aspen's attendance wasn't expected, either, not like they knew her more than the occasional run in, but something pulled them towards the other, more than usual — an uncharacteristic fondness usually reserved for long-time friends, those who've known them enough for the comfort to take root. " how's your sleuthing going ? " they prodded, playfulness marking bellamy's tone, idly picking up and examining every stone that caught their attention. " do these help with that ? the, uh ... rocks. "
prismatic sticks out like a sore thumb in marrow, making it equal parts fascinating & irresistible in aspen's eyes. years of window-shopping, weeks of feeling like a social outcast, and days of online research had lead to this moment. a mental shopping list exists in her head: spell bottles to return to sender, tarot decks to interrogate the great unknown, and crystals to protect her inner peace. “the rocks?” aspen echoes the question, giggling. “those are crystals. i read that the black ones are supposed to absorb negative energy, so maybe…” she plucks one from their place, holding it out to bellamy. “we should each carry one around. see if people finally get normal about us.”
ᯓ closed starter — for slias @dethtrap 。
consider her intrigued. new neighbors in marrow is a rare phenomenon— let alone 11 of them!— and she hasn’t even gotten to play the role of welcoming committee yet. it’s that line of thought which sends her closing in on silas with purpose. “it’s an actual crime that i don’t know you or your friends,” she’s played this part before— a tap to his shoulder, a blinding smile. “i’m aspen.”
ᯓ closed starter — for elijah @dievout 。
curiosity killed the cat, and talya is evidently hellbent on finding out what kills the vampire. she is fixated on the man in front of her; the town’s gravedigger, from what she had gathered. a gatekeeper of the dead in his own right; a button to be pushed in her own intrigue. “tell me,” well versed in moving through the shadows, she’s invaded his space in moments. “what’s it like to know that part of the cemetery is empty now?”
ᯓ closed starter — for casper @friendlyghst 。
be right back: the scrawled message that casper had left just before his accident. kiwoo stares down at the note. it had remained pinned to the fridge even after the funeral, and when he realized his roommate was back, he had haphazardly shoved the note into the junk drawer. occasionally, he would look at the note— evidence that something had happened to casper. that all wasn’t fine. when he hears the familiar voice filter through the house, he crumples the note and puts it into his pocket. “hey!” his voice cracks on the first word, “i thought you went out for coffee.”
ᯓ closed starter — for revna @noctisrosary 。
shame burns within him as he finds himself staring at revna gore— again. her words from the potluck echo in his head: i don’t like the way you look at me. he pointedly turns his head the other way, though his anxiety seems to spike as he worries if she had seen him again; or if the returned could somehow feel the weight of another’s gaze. kiwoo turns back to her, this time meeting her eyes in a way that causes him to jolt. he stumbles over his word for a moment, then glances down at his grocery bag. “i bought wine.” he says, words hanging uselessly in the aim. “if you wanted some. um— it’s strawberry.”
@autohalo [kiwoo]
She arrived at Kiwoo's door, dressed up as always, smiling with false cheer. The sombre air was disagreeing with her hair and frankly, she was tired of how terrible she felt. Always on the verge of yelling or crying and making a scene the likes of which Marrow had never seen before, the kind of thing they'd gossip about for years to come. So, the solution to soothing her fraying nerves, she decided, was Kiwoo. Well, he was the one person she ever thought to find whenever she had a problem anyway.
“HERMIT POLICE!” She started banging on the door, uncaring for any other inhabitants that might be inside that wasn't Kiwoo. She was usually a little nicer about coming over uninvited, but, like she said, she was feeling terrible lately, and sometimes a girl needed a little release. “KIWOO SUH COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!”
beginner's guide to becoming a hermit, page one: don't answer the door. kiwoo's guide to survival, page one: never ignore maki matsui. the door swings into his chest and away from her impressively powerful knocking. he simply blinks down at her for a moment, allowing his voice to catch up to his thoughts. ❝ normal people might call if they want to see me. ❞ despite his words, a smile tugs on his features. he steps aside, gesturing in way of a welcome in. ❝ casper's probably home. ❞ he says, warns. just in case she wanted to talk about them. ❝ your attempt at breaking our door down might've scared everyone away, though. ❞
One thing Whitney knew for sure was that she was completely over this whole town bonding thing and it wasn't even close to an acceptable time to call it a night. The amount of strange looks that had been sent her way were enough to send anyone into a spiral. Did she somehow offend the entire town? "Wait- Are you in my head?" The voice that interrupted her own thoughts almost seemed like they were still a part of her. Like her anxiety come to life. "Did you somehow piss off the whole town too? Feels like I can't even breathe right."
the more the merrier— er… does that count when it comes to melancholy? ❝ stop. you too? ❞ with added company, she pushes herself away from her seat in favor of pacing the room. ❝ i thought i could find something on here, but there's nothing. and people won't even make eye contact long enough to tell me where i went wrong. ❞
gabe snorts, lifting a bottle to his lips as he surveys the scene before them through slightly narrowed eyes. "did you get so distracted by them that you forgot i'd be here?" he shakes his head, a sigh falling from his lips as he leans towards kiwoo almost conspiratorially. "is it just me, or are some of these people supposed to be six feet under?" he quirks a brow, a humorless smirk wrapped around a beer bottle. his tension is still held in his shoulders, though. "you good?"
his heart threatens to climb out of his chest in its haste, though kiwoo does puff out a breath of relief when he registers the familiar face. ❝ hard to focus when there's a bunch of ghosts walking around. ❞ he keeps his voice low when discussing them, heart unable to calm as he scans the area. he nudges gabe at the comment, nervous that someone could overhear. ❝ it's not right. ❞ kiwoo sighs, shaking his head. he points down to gabe's beer then, ❝ where'd you get that? i need a dozen. ❞
kolya wants to grab kiwoo by the shoulders, shake him, and ask outright : what's the problem ? why is everyone acting like this ? but when he'd asked his mother why she was acting so strange, she laughed and said he was seeing things, and now he was too hesitant to do something so bold. his eyes narrow in suspicion for a moment before he forces his expression back to neutrality. “ i don't know what you're talking about. i'm not scary at all. ” he says this with a look that would have a flower withering. “ i get it, though. all these new people in town. don't think i've ever seen this many move in at once. ”
there's an amused tilt of his head, a half-hearted laugh in the other's direction. ❝ mhm, big teddy bear, you are. ❞ spoken in jest, but there's an underlying truth that stings to remember. nikolai had been too good for the cards that life dealt him— the knowledge in itself was a privilege to know, one that was lost with his gruesome end. he swallows dryly as he remembers the funeral. ❝ yeah— lots of new faces around. ❞ an inward wince as he echoes the other's words. he settles on half-truths instead, ❝ weird without father michaels around to gather everyone up on the weekends. he'd, uh, love the turnout today. most attention the church has gotten in a while. ❞
He thought he had been alone, finally getting away from people—dead or alive. Clearly not, considering the few complaints he just heard (that probably weren’t meant for his ears). Imperceptibly, his jaw twitches. Really, why’d they decide on pretending nothing happened if they were gonna do a piss poor job at it anyway? Most of those who returned weren’t even that stupid… Unless they already were in the first place. Elijah clears his throat, uncomfortable that he has to announce his presence and disrupt her semblance of privacy.
startled by an unexpected guest, aspen flinches and sends her phone to the floor with a totally heartbreaking clatter. she winces as it slides to a stop, sheepishly looking over to the person attached to the noise that startled her. the shift in her demeanor is almost instant, ❝ elijah! ❞ there's a comforting familiarity that comes with his presence: like she's a child pestering the new guy in town again, rather than an adult facing the weight of a thousand stares. ❝ god, it's so good to see someone normal. you're not gonna act like i've done something to forsake all of marrow too, are you? ❞ a pause as she considers her options. ❝ i mean… have you heard anyone talking about me? you'd tell me if they were, right? ❞
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