i’m kinda thinking about remaking keegan....

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i’m kinda thinking about remaking keegan....
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@gchstbcy : starter call !
“ NOW Is that any way to greet yer GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT– … uh . Yer Ancestor ? ”
Betelgeuse scoffed , examining his gnarled nails with a FLIPPANT glare. Not that he bore a n y relation to the ghost kid whatsoever , but sometimes desperate measures were called for during desperate (schemes) BUSINESS ARRANGEMENTS . He wanted out , && these recently deceased yuppies were often easy targets.
“ && Here I took TIME outta my PROFESSIONAL SCHEDULE to welcome you to the AFTERLIFE ! FOUR years dead now , huh?” he’d skimmed the kid’s file briefly before coming here . “ How’s DEATH treating ya so far ? ”
eyes tracked the spirit in front of him, head tilting to the side. he was always WARY dealing with ghosts that had been around longer than him. they were sneaky, manipulative. always had ways of twisting keegan’s words around to make them seem like they were something else.
“Pretty sure I’d know if we were RELATED man,” he said cautiously. although --- would he? everything about being a ghost was confusing to him. he felt insanely out of his depth, even after four years.
a shrug lifted keegan’s shoulders, hands sliding into the pockets of his jeans. “It’s --- confusing I guess,” he answered slowly, still incredibly wary of the other. “After four years you think I’d be used to it by now.”
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Differently… That didn’t exactly fill Nick with hope, though he wasn’t entirely sure why he had been expecting any sense of hope in the first place. Dead didn’t generally carry a good connotation. “23? Jesus dude. You were really young, huh? I’m… I’m sorry to hear that.” God, why did he think that this was gonna make him feel better? “I guess it kinda gets easier though, right? I mean, I don’t feel like complete shit like I did when I was fresh. That’s probably not saying much, though, ‘cause I felt like complete shit even when I was alive.” A brief pause, slightly embarrassed eyes lifting to meet Keegan’s, “Uh, shit, that was kind of a downer, huh? Kinda cool that I met you, though… You’re great.”
A shrug lifted Keegan’s shoulders, gaze dropping to the floor as Nick spoke. At the time, he’d remembered thinking he was too young to die, but he’d met ghosts during the last four years who had been so much younger. Maybe age was relative. “Yeah it’s uh --- hard to explain. I lose track of what day or year it is sometimes. Things get really mixed up in my head,” he answered slowly. “It does get easier though. It’s more fun in some ways.” A hesitant smile twitched the corner of his lips, his gaze lifting to meet the other ghost’s again. “Haunting people is fun.” His head tilted to the side, smile widening slightly. “Nah. It’s not a downer. I kinda felt the same way. It is awesome to meet you though. It’s not often I stumble across another one of us.”
he absolutely LOVES halloween, even more so since his death. it’s just so much fun to mess with people.
“halloween is ten times as fun as a ghost.”
open starter !!
he absolutely LOVES halloween, even more so since his death. it’s just so much fun to mess with people.
“halloween is ten times as fun as a ghost.”
open starter !!
‘ sometimes people have to do things that just seem right. that seem right in their hearts, i mean. ’
pet cemetery!!! || accepting
he’s quiet for a long moment, teeth worrying at his lower lip. “i mean you’re right,” he murmured, hand reaching to run fingers through his hair. “it was right. i mean it FELT right. it just --- i dunno i kinda regret it now.” was being able to talk to his brother one more time worth all of this? maybe. maybe not. “i dunno this just --- maybe it was a bad idea.”
* pet sematary prompts
pet sematary is a novel by stephen king. tw: blood.
‘ scared? honey, what for? ’
‘ that one will bruise. ’
‘ come on, gang. ’
‘ half a day is bad enough. ’
‘ i guess maybe i ought to tell you now, while you’re feeling sorry for me. ’
‘ do you want me to tuck you in? ’
‘ your nose is bleeding. ’
‘ but don’t look for me, or stay up. we’ve had a hell of a day. ’
‘ because it’s my mess. ’
‘ do you know what faith is? ’
‘ only children tell the whole truth, you know. that’s what makes them children. ’
‘ no one can guarantee that. ’
‘ it’s going to leave a scar. ’
‘ dreams are funny, aren’t they? ’
‘ coping. ’
‘ please, honey. ’
‘ lost a lot of sleep. ’
‘ no, no, no, no, no – ’
‘ it’s m-m-mean! ’
‘ probably be pissed off if you didn’t. ’
‘ sometimes people have to do things that just seem right. that seem right in their hearts, i mean. ’
‘ put some heat on it when you go to bed. ’
‘ you don’t have to shout at me! ’
‘ that day i blew up at you… ’
‘ you keep on the path and all’s well. you get off it and the next thing you know you’re lost if you’re not lucky. ’
‘ try to see. try to be kind. it doesn’t hurt you. ’
‘ just follow me. follow me and don’t look down. ’
‘ is this home? ’
‘ when it started not to hurt, it started not to matter. ’
‘ sometimes dead is better. ’
‘ god knows there is enough of that in any human being’s life, isn’t there? ’
‘ stop it. ’
‘ maybe it shouldn’t, but it does. ’
‘ scared of what? dying? ’
‘ and you know me. when i get scared, i get defensive. ’
‘ what do you say, asshole? ’
follow my fae child
follow my fae child
“ we cannot tempt fate without eventually getting scorched by it. ”
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follow my fae child
follow my fae child
“You really have no idea what you’re doing, do you?”
he really hated this implication that he had no idea what he was doing. granted it was RIGHT but that wasn’t the point. keegan liked to at least give the appearance that he knew what he was doing. a look of annoyance passed over the ghost’s face as he glanced at the other man. “i know what i’m doing it’s just complicated,” he muttered. his hand flickered between semi solid and translucent as he tried to focus again. “making myself solid enough to touch things takes a ton of energy and concentration, both of which i’m seriously lacking at the moment.”
thinking about making a fae child for an oc....not sure though.