Been a prisoner, of the past

Evi, I was thirty two years old when i died. Now i'm a ghost. Just call me Casper. I'm a friendly ghost...

[eviliveson]

bright-eyed-warrior‌:

He nodded, listening to her every word. He was glad she could be honest with him. “You… become more distant from this world?” he asked her. “And what things make you feel stronger?”

She moved over to the stove, distracting herself by fiddling with the pots and pans. Getting food ready. She nodded at his question “I can’t explain it... i suppose it is like sleep. I just... am not there... until I wake up.” She smiled gently. “People. You. Your presence. Not just your magic but... being seen. Being spoken to. Feeling like... i have a purpose. Something to focus on and... also emotions. Feeling emotions... make my powers stronger.” 

[eviliveson]

bright-eyed-warrior‌:

He felt almost everything she did. The ups and downs of her emotions. “If I… have kept you here too long, please tell me… do you get tired?” he asked her. “But thank you. All of that sounds good.”

She nodded, listening to him carefully. She nodded in reply “Sometimes... it is different though. It is not like tired... it is... i begin feeling weaker. My tie to everything gets weaker. It’s harder to move things, to touch things.” She could explain what she was well enough now. “It does...”

[eviliveson]

bright-eyed-warrior‌:

“Good. I trust you too,” he said gently, unable to look away from her. He could feel her emotions… she was feeling a lot. “I would very much like you to. I know, me too.”

She nodded, leaning towards him as best she could. She felt like running, like disappearing. But she held on, for him. “Then.... i will... make you some coffee. And some food and... we can crack on.” She wanted away from this moment. It was bittersweet. Everything she longed for and yet she couldn’t cross that final gap. 

[eviliveson]

bright-eyed-warrior‌:

“I want you to trust me. I want to do this for you. For us.” He nodded, not looking away from her as he spoke. “I will search and search for answers. You are here. And I believe that means something.”

She nodded “I trust you.” She smiled at him, wiping her eyes. Although she wasn’t sure that tears could fall. “And I... will sit with you while you do. I... wish i could hug you.”

[eviliveson]

bright-eyed-warrior‌:

“I… cannot feel you physically but I can feel every emotion radiating from you,” he said gently, watching her as she spoke. “We have met. And I believe that is for a reason. You are so beautiful, funny, kind. I feel how strong you are… and maybe together. We can figure this out.”

She held onto every word, wishing she could be playing with his hand as he spoke. He was so sure of himself, so sure of everything he was saying. She nodded slowly in agreement. “Okay... i... will trust you. Whatever you say... we will try.” 

[eviliveson]

bright-eyed-warrior‌:

Cailan could feel her emotions. He closed his eyes for a moment, composing himself. “I do not wish to hurt you. That is the last thing I want.”

She nodded, leaning back against the wall. “I... you don’t know how it feels already. You standing there, you’re right there and you’re beautiful and kind and... strong. You make me feel strong and i can’t...” She reached out her hand once more. “No matter what I do... i can’t... touch. I can’t feel you near me.” 

[eviliveson]

bright-eyed-warrior‌:

eviliveson‌:

Cailan felt the cool sensation from her fingertips as they barely touched his. It wasn’t enough. And he knew they both wished for more. “But I am… something else. Just like you are.” He shook his head. “I don’t wish to fail. I am determined. But at least I can say I have tried.”

She looked down, looking at his hand looking for hers. It broke her heart. She knew the feeling was making her weaker, making her more unstable. “I... you may try but... if it fails... i don’t know what will happen to me. I think my heart will break.”

[eviliveson]

bright-eyed-warrior‌:

eviliveson‌:

He reached out, willing to touch her. “I am a fae, from another realm. I am 700 years old. I am not exactly what your people would consider to be natural,” he laughed slightly. “What… if it can. Maybe I have just never tried.”

Evi moved her hand as he did hers, her fingers just touching the tips of his. But there was nothing. Nothing but a warm fuzzy feeling. She knew it wasn’t the same. “You’re flesh... and blood. You have... a beating heart.” She sighed, looking down. “And what if you fail?” 

[eviliveson]

bright-eyed-warrior‌:

Cailan watched her, his eyes looking over her face as she smiled. She was so beautiful. “I feel it. I know my feelings… are returned. This is real.” He kept his gaze firmly on her. “I wish that for you.”

She closed her eyes as he said the words, her body turned towards him and she just wished... she could be real. “Until I disappear... until you find something more... natural. Even your magic cannot fix death.” 

[eviliveson]

bright-eyed-warrior‌

The more he focused, the more he could feel her presence around him. “I have been told that before,” he laughed lightly, though his eyes never left her face. “I… could make it feel like we were.”

Evi let out a breath. Closing her eyes as she smiled. “I would like that you know... i would like that. You must feel... how i feel. But how we feel... you deserve real.”  She wanted nothing more then to lean in, to kiss him... to feel his skin against hers. To feel human. “I wish... i was human.” 

[eviliveson]

He moved in closer, still determined to feel something. “Evi… I have magic. I can… read minds but I… can also make people see things. I could give us our own… magical world.”

She looked down, although she could feel his magic... his presence close to her. It felt so strong. It... kept her grounded. “Do you know how crazy that makes you sound?” She mocked for a moment. Before looking up to meet his eyes. “We still wouldn’t be touching..” 

[eviliveson]

bright-eyed-warrior‌:

His eyes scanned over her face, he refused to let her push him away. He cared about her too much. “I am 700 years old, I have nothing to lose… I’ve been hurt before. Life and death is a part of this world. I want to try… for you.”

Evi looked down, his hands so close to hers. She pushed hers forward, although she couldn’t feel anything. She let out a sigh. “This is going to be a very strange... relationship. A girl you can’t, touch... or take out. Or... do... anything with.” 

[eviliveson]

bright-eyed-warrior:

“I have… took on this as my form. I feel comfortable this way. As do the mortals who see me,” he rambled. “Do you… trust me?” He sighed. “I can’t change how I already feel.”

She nodded, of course they felt comfortable... he was incredibly attractive. She smiled to herself. Before shaking that off. She looked back up, meeting his eyes. “Of course I trust you... but you cannot change what I am... and I don’t want to cause you more pain.” 

[eviliveson]

bright-eyed-warrior:

Cailan held her gaze, wanting her to know that he was there for her. “I… could have many forms. Just this is the one you see.” He held his hand out, palm facing hers. “I feel your energy. Feel mine.” He shook his head. “Are you telling me you don’t feel the same?”

“Why?” She rubbed her lips together. She nodded “Of course... i can feel it.” She sighed. “I may feel the same. But... I am telling you, you have no hope falling in love with a dead girl.”

[eviliveson]

bright-eyed-warrior:

“Evi…” he started, closing his eyes, focusing for a moment. “I… am made of magic. I… this form. Me. What you see. I am not mortal. And yet you see the body of a mortal. I… you are not just an echo. I refuse to believe that. It’s my time… and I wish to try.”

She looked down, before looking back at his eyes. She shook her head. “You have a form.” She held her hand out, her palm facing him. “Look... there’s... nothing you can do. You want to try to love someone that... could fade tomorrow.”

[eviliveson]

bright-eyed-warrior:

“Evi…” he started, his eyes looking over her face. “You were… but I have magic. What if… me… us meeting means something.” He rubbed his lips together. “What if I already do?”

She shook her head, feeling herself starting to get upset. He was saying words she wanted him to say? But what did it mean? He couldn’t give her anything. She couldn’t give him anything in return. She wasn’t who she wanted to be. She lowered her hand again, nodding her head towards it. “I am... a guide, a ghost... an echo. Nothing more. I can’t be anything more to you. Look at me. You can’t... you can’t touch me. I wouldn’t let you waste your time.” 

[eviliveson]

bright-eyed-warrior:

“You were so young,” he nodded. “Your life should not have been taken.” He looked at her, keeping their hands close. “Evi… I know. I know that I could love you like that.”

Evi nodded, her eyes full. She didn’t even know if she could cry anymore. But she felt like she wanted to. “But it was...” She looked back at him. She closed her hand. Almost as if she could touch him, but her hand passed through his. She let out a defeated sigh. “But... you can’t.”