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[autohalo]

autohalo  :  exclusively  penned  for  @itshoco,  by  nic  !

DRAFTS 001 * OWED 008

aspen camire. she/her. returned. intro.

kiwoo suh. he/him. remnant. intro.

talya lawas. she/they. entourage. intro.

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[friendlyghst]

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  ?  "

[autohalo]

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.”

[unsaccharine]

“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.”

[autohalo]

“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.”

[shakedup]

♱　　—　　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?  ”

[autohalo]

“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.”

[shakedup]

♱　　—　　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?  ”

[autohalo]

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.”

[idletongue]

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. "

[autohalo]

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.”

[autohalo]

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.”

[autohalo]

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?”

[autohalo]

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.”

[autohalo]

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.”

[unsaccharine]

@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!”

[autohalo]

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.  ❞

[ohmbaker]

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."

[autohalo]

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.  ❞

[ofprodigalsons]

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?"

[autohalo]

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.  ❞

[dethtrap-deactivated20260102]

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.  ”

[autohalo]

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.  ❞

[dievout]

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.

[autohalo]

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?  ❞

[maidavika]

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