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@ghostly-dexter
fckdarrah:
Darrah shrugged. “Humans seem to make things so complicated. But is it ‘cause they don’t know what else—like us—is out there, or just ‘cause they’ve gotten so big?”
“I think they’re very absorbed in the world they’ve created. Proof things like us being real would distort reality.”
skylar-wolf-cassidy:
“I am yes, I just moved in, my name is Skylar- but most people just call me Sky, and your name is..?”
“Welcome to the club, old sport.” He smiles a bit. “The name’s Dexter, nice to meet you, Sky.”
skylar-wolf-cassidy:
“It looks pretty swell to me, I’m sure it just takes some getting used to,”
“It’s very swell- so top that I’ve adapted quite nice here. Are you a new one?”
fckdarrah:
“The…Extras?”
“You know, the press- the papers-.”
emma--clarke:
“ I’ve never been dead, you know? I wouldn’t know how it changes you…try grow a fishtail.” she smirked to him, a small chuckle left her lips. “ What changed?” she asked him, curious about his answer and if she was somewhat involved. “ Try be a living, breathing human, you can’t kiss for too long without getting excited…or breathless… i do have a question.” she politely asked him, looking up to his eyes as he gave her a small peck on the lips. Emma’s fingers playing with his as they were placed on her thigh.
“I’ll pass on the fish tail, it’s much more fun going invisible from time to time uncontrollably.” He comments with a pointed look at her again. “Life changed.” Dexter shrugs, a smirk on his lips again. “I haven’t experienced that in a good while- it’s nice to hear you though.” The ghost nods and letting her play with his fingers. “Ask.”
emma--clarke:
She smirked as he asked her the question, “ Don’t be so cocky… but you do need to remind yourself that you were a person…you just need to remember that. “ Emma said to him, “ I know…loneliness is never a good thing, except if it’s your thing.” she tilted her head to the side as she saw the slight faint smile, her fingers tugging his hair as he pulled her closer in the kiss. Emma continued to kiss him, a little more deeper each time, until she was out of breath and pulled away slightly,her eyes falling to his lips.
“I was.” He reminds her again gently. “Death changes you in more ways than one, dame.” A small smile playing on his lips again. “Loneliness used to be my thing, not so much anymore..” The kiss was honestly his seal that this girl had him. When she pulled away, he couldn’t help but focus on her breathing and how it had changed. He didn’t get that pleasure anymore, so it was nice to notice hers. “Your breathing is a bit uneven- excited are we?” A slightly cocky smirk crawled onto his lips and he pecked her quick.
emma--clarke:
“ Maybe he can be more than a ghost to her… You never know what’s going inside people’s brains.” she smirked to him as she noticed his head fall a little, maybe he was embarrassed, ashamed of what had happen to him, Emma could tell that he didn’t like to talk about it. “ Yes, you were… but that was a long time ago….you’ve seen how the world has changed, you’ve met new people… it’s not so bad, is it?” she asked him, her finger under his chin to make his eyes rose up to hers. “ Not anymore..”
“She thinks of him as more than a ghost already?” He asks with a small smirk playing on his lips. Sure, she explained herself but that’s what really caught his attention. As Emma lift his chin he put on a straighter face, giving a little shrug while his head still rest in her hand. “It wouldn’t be so bad with some company.” Dexter says before growing a small smile on his lips, though it was subtle- his eyes glancing across hers to try to understand the mix of emotions he was having currently. As she pulled him into the kiss, a slight gasp left his lips, but he happily returned her passion. A hand raising to tangle in her hair gently to pull her closer to him as he leaned down slightly.
fckdarrah:
“Hmm. I don’t like fighting,” he said with a little frown, “but people seem to do it all the time. I don’t know what there is to fight over. It’s not that hard to just be nice.”
“And that, kid- is how the supernatural are different than man. It’s easy to be nice when you’re special and you know the world is more than just a the hulla-buloo that is in all the Extras.”
emma--clarke:
“ Because she had a reason to stay… I doubt souls move on when there’s unfinished business right where they are, i mean why else would you be here as a ghost?” Emma asked him, looking up to his eyes as he stood in front of her, in between her legs, her hand brushed up and down his arm, making her hair stand up as if it had electricity. “ That’s a long time to wait, Dex.”
“A ghost would be her unfinished business?” He asks with a small smirk before growing rather serious. “Because I was murdered..” The ghost says before letting his head hang slightly, almost like he was embarrassed. “It’s a long time to be alone. It’s just a long time”
emma--clarke:
“ What if she wanted to be dead? Be like you…?” she asked him, raising her brow as he looked at her. “ You never know…but you sure seem like you’ve given a lot of thought to it..”
He shook his head. “How do I know that once she died she wouldn’t pass on to the other side?” It was something that could happen. If she really wanted to die there was a chance that she wouldn’t be with him at death. “I’ve given a thought after 100 years.”
fckdarrah:
Legality didn’t matter a whole lot to Darrah, but people getting hurt did, and he frowned. “Was that what that all was? I don’t know, I never really left the county. But I suppose that makes sense. Who was fighting, do you know?”
“Yeah- that’s what that was, sport.” Dexter says with a single nod. “Don’t worry- I wasn’t really paying much attention to it either. It’s humans fighting- we don’t normally have to pay attention to all that.” He shrugs a bit. “Uhm... Germany and others versus America and others..? I should know more by now- however I’m a bit of a dolt in history, I’m afraid.”
magnusthevamp:
“I’m gonna beat your stupid undead ass.” Magnus is so pissed he can’t formulate anymore words. If he could kill this guy again he would.
“Try it- I’ll just turn into my ghost form and you’ll be swinging at the air, sport.” He smiles again. “You’ve sure got a temper for nothing more than words.”
fckdarrah:
“Unsure and illegal? That sounds like fun. It doesn’t sound like people got hurt,” Darrah said brightly. “But then the 30s and 40s seemed really bad, even just from what I saw,” he mused. “Lots of fire in the early 40s, I remember. Fire and thunder, coming from London. And then it stopped, and then people were happy again.”
“Sure, Speakeasy’s were... Well they were illegal and usually not that ritzy. People got hurt.” He says with a sure nod. “The 30′s and 40′s? Thunder and fire?” Dexter questions thinking to the time- what he saw or read or over heard the few times he’d come into contact with people. “You mean the war?”
emma--clarke:
Emma widen her legs further as he came in between them, her eyes looking up to his baby blue ones, she bit down her lip as he spoke and his hands touched her legs. “ So you’d make her immortal like you… what if she didn’t like going through walls? Or she was scared of dying?” she asked him, her hands over his shirt, grasping it.
Again he nods with he words, though her next bit confused him. “Her being immortal wouldn’t mean she’d be dead. She wouldn’t be passing through walls and she wouldn’t have to die. I’m sure a spell would do the trick.”
emma--clarke:
“ So…you’re a master, but if you fall for someone, then you’re only taking one person?” Emma wondered, looking up as he came closer to her on the table she was sitting on. “ I don’t think either.” she said, smiling. “ What would your choice be?”
“Only one.” He says with a small nod of his head as he moved between her legs as she sat on the table. A hand placed on either outside of her thigh “I’d want her with me forever. If I really felt for her I wouldn’t want to leave and I wouldn’t want to see her age.”
jaxjadu:
“How do you know it’s not a good idea. Maybe it’s a great idea.” His posturing didn’t make much sense, but if there was anything Jax was, it was difficult. In all honesty, the past week had been one of the easiest weeks of his life. He had food, he had a roof over his head, he had a room (although, true, it was much more like a jail cell). Regardless, he might have liked it there, if it weren’t for his dignity nagging at him. “I’m not a kid.”
“Or maybe you’ll get shocked and drugged.” He says back fast with a smile playing on his lips. Dexter didn’t really get the defiance of the other- but that was something he’d work around. Or try to. “But you’re a sport?” The ghost asks with a raised brow. “You don’t seem like one, but being upset over the name kid sure makes you seem like a child.”
fckdarrah:
“See, for me, since I lived in the forest and only went to mingle with humans every so often, I don’t really know. Well, I don’t know history, at least. But I remember it was when automobiles were starting to be much more common. And loud! Very loud. And everyone dressed so nicely and everyone seemed to be doing pretty well. Then things got bad in the 30s, I guess,” he said, making a face.
‘I understand that, kid. I personally didn’t take much interest in the world after the 30′s hit. I spent about 8 years learning and sticking to what I knew and then I cut myself off from the world. But- the 20′s were showboating and jazzy and happy, but also unsure and illegal- and the crash didn’t help much but me staying in solitude.” He gives a shrug. “You didn’t miss much.”