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@hauntedscreams
Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
You think I am high and mighty, mister? Wait 'til you meet my little sister All my, my, my, my armor comes from you hand me my armor @hauntedscreams
sterling glanced up from the parchment in his hand, his eyes sweeping over her feet as she rocked back and forth in the doorway and his lips twitched. she had always been adorable when she was nervous. "well, you know how I feel about thai food…" he closed the memo and popped easily to his feet. "haven't been down there in a while. think they'll still remember our order?"
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zoey could feel the bundle of nerves that had settled in her stomach intensify. they were the good kind of nerves, though, the ones that people often described as butterflies. the same kind she had when they had first met and started dating. even when they would argue about the show, the butterflies were always there. "there is only one way to find out." she said with a smile as he stood to his feet. his words settled in a bit more, though, and she cautiously looked up at him as he got closer. "have you not been there since we -" she paused for a moment, 'since i screwed everything up', is what she almost said, "split?" is what she settled on.
nessa did not dare say anything. she wasn't sure it was possible to say anything, certainly nothing from her own limited lexicon. instead she simply slid her hand into her oldest brother's and squeezed it. she instantly wished that ethan and logan were there too. afterall, wasn't that how they all stayed afloat in the mess? clinging to each other like life rafts? "he dances worse than you." she finally chuckled beneath her own wild mask.
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for a moment, coop let himself pretend that this was all real and the two people he kept a fierce watch on weren't dead. once the second passed, he felt the all too familiar sadness take over every inch of his body. that was when he felt nessa's hand squeeze his own. he looked down, a sad, yet genuine smile on his face. "i don't know what you are talking about, i'm a fantastic dancer. would you care for a spin?" he didn't want to interrupt their parents, scared if he did, they would go away, but he certainly could dance near them with his little sister.
Lydia didn't spend nearly as much time with Nessie's brothers, but she knew them. And she knew their parents when she saw them. "Don't be silly, they'd want to talk to you. They love you."
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"i know they do." cooper conceded, his eyes finally leaving the couple to look at the girl beside him. lydia was one of nessa's best friends, he saw her around often enough to know that she knew what the family had been through. "truth is, i'm scared of what they will say or what they won't." he wasn't even sure how real tonight was, how authentic these ghosts were. what if he ruined the idea he had of them in his mind? "have you seen any of my siblings? i wonder if they have talked to them."
"They do." Adelaide agreed, following his gaze and watching the couple as they danced. "They remind me of my parents." She admitted with a small, sad smile. "I remember I used to get so embarrassed watching them dance around. I miss it now."
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"are your parents here?" coop asked, peeling his eyes away from his parents to look around the rest of the ballroom. "to be honest, seeing them here like this, it is just making me miss them more." knowing that all of this was bound to go away at some point and he would be faced with the reality once again that they were gone was praying on his mind. he gave a gentle smile in adelaide's direction, "it seems it is every good parent's job to try and embarrass their kids for some fun." he knew his used to do it to himself, his brothers, and his sister, but it would always end in an eye roll mixed with a fit of laughter.
"are you too good to look at the people you talk to now?" emma could recognize alexander anywhere. even if they could not see the familiar curve of his spine in the pitch black dead of the night, they could still hear the dry tenor of his voice and smell nutmeg and whiskey that clung to him. a mask certainly wasn't going to stump them.
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emma. if her voice didn't give them away, the mask that the mysterious host had placed them in certainly would. "not too good. too befuddled, perhaps." many questions were still whirling around his head; how did they get here? how long would they be stuck? why didn't he feel anything? he lost sight of his brother, deciding in that moment that talking to him wasn't something he wanted to do. he'd much rather talk to someone amongst the living. someone he did feel things for. "other than the mask, you look positively ravishing." in his personal opinion, the mask his way too much of em's face from his view. "do you also have a phantom spirit from the past here?"
"nothing to be sorry about love, I was actually rather enjoying myself." he murmured gruffly, lips twitching into an amused smirk. perhaps teasing while standing inside what appeared to be a literal haunted house, surrounded by enemies who were as masked as they were, wasn't the wisest move. fenrir wrapped an arm protectively around her waist as she leaned against his chest, and shelved his improper thoughts for a later time. "so do I. our masks are not as bad as some I have seen around though. whoever is responsible for this certain has us pegged." they were wolves, matching in all but their colours. "em will be fine. they can take care of themselves." fenrir answered quickly, though his tone betrayed his own worry for the whereabouts of their child. he pulled away and held out an arm. "shall we?"
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under different circumstances, roz would have found them an empty room to take care of their more carnal needs. however, in this current predicament, it didn't seem wise. not only did they have no control over the situation they found themselves in, they also had no control over how to get out if needed. while she could discern the scents of those in her pack, anyone outside of that, friend or foe wasn't something she would be able to tell. it had certainly put her on high alert. "yes, they do." that was another thing concerning her. fenrir was right, of course, emma could take care of themself. still though, that was their baby and she could tell by his tone that despite his words, he felt the same. "put you in a suit and suddenly you become a gentleman. i'll have to remember that for later." roz teased, trying to lighten her mood as she grabbed her husband's arm with her hand.
"It's not as though you were expecting to see him here." Lily said gently, standing so their shoulders pressed together. "Seeing someone in photos and in memories is different than seeing them as a ghost. Do you want to go say hi? I can come with you, if you'd like. We could go find that cutie you've been seeing, if you want her to meet him."
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marlene supposed lily was right, it had been an awfully long time since she had seen her father in anything but her memories. "when did you become the reasonable, level-headed one?" marlene joked, as though that was something new. she appreciated lily's offer and a smile came to her face at the thought of rosie, but still she shook her head. "i think - if i even get the nerve to talk to him tonight - it's something i'll need to do on my own. you could join me in acquiring some liquid courage, though."
Simon squeaked, eyes slamming shut. They didn't recognize this lady with her hands on their throat, but it didn't matter. Malcolm was here, but Malcolm was dead, and they were trapped in their worst nightmare. "N-no, p-p-please--"
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that voice. that whimper. recognition stirred inside roz as she lowered her hand. her former 'houseguest', at least that is the term she willfully chose to use. "simon?" much gentler this time, she reached for his masked face so that she could force him to look at her. "what is it, little one, what has you shaking on your boots?"
"I don't think they really care either way." Walden admitted, hands stuffed into his pockets. "I'm going to need a break from my own fucking past after this is over, that's for sure. Harriet's out there, and Malcolm's in the smoking room." And his nanny. And Mr. Dolohov. God he needed a drink. And a nap.
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alex turned from the sight of his brother to face walden. "i feel like this is some deathday party that we were forced to attend." he didn't quite like it, either. he was ready to get the bloody hell out of here. "did you talk to them?" he asked, referring to their departed friends. "you holding up alright?"
Walden rested his forehead against the back of her head and sighed into her hair. “Damocles is probably going to do something dumb, and there’s nothing I can do to stop him. I hate when he gets this brand of idiot in his head. Pretty sure something's up with Antonin too, but I've not been able to get him to talk about it.”
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"why is dam going to do something dumb? if you really want to stop him, we could always put him in a leg-locker or a binding curse." the suggestion may sound like a joke coming from someone else, but in liv's mind, it was a perfectly valid idea. they could lock him up in a room. of course, they would feed him and such as any friendly captor would. "is he getting more broody than normal?" liv asked about antonin, giving walden's hand a squeeze.
"Pinned against a wall in a dark hallway is exactly how I assumed everyone would find out about this." Sophie's grin was sharp and cheshire, and her hand lifted to brush backwards through his hair. "Despite my better judgement, it occurs to me that I've been very exclusive with you privately for a long time. So perhaps it is time for a more public audience."
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not being able to resist that grin, corban leaned forward to steal her lips with his own again for a moment. he pulled back, a smile of his own registering on his face, though it only lasted a moment before his eyes went a bit wider and his head cocked to the side. "really?" he had told sophie plenty of times where he stood on the matter, still it was surprising that she was finally ready. "are you sure?" he knew there would be backlash from both sides of their allegiances, but if she was ready to take the leap, there was no way he wasn't jumping with her.
strife, the paradox that she was, had always let every emotion pass plain as day on her face. the consequences never once stopped her from saying literally anything; particularly if it was funny. that being said, she almost never let anyone truly see how things effected her, especially not without the deflection of humor. emotions were exclusively dealt with in the privacy of her solitude in the wee hours of the night. no one should see her keening. at this moment, however, strife was wrath. "have I ever said I wanted you to die? no. if I wanted you dead, ciaran, I would kill you. which, for the record, I don't think you are capable of stopping." skill for skill, he would certainly be competition, but when it came to outright willpower, who could claim to have more than a woman who lived as a bird for five years? "but I will not be controlled by you, her, that bastard with far too many monikers, or anyone else. you want my forgiveness?" she turned back to the woman at the stop of the stairs and screamed. "EARN IT." the sound was... unnatural and piercing. strife suddenly took the stairs two at a time in full sprint until she was at the top, but the morrigan had vanished. she reappeared at the top of the next flight. "you made me the wrong bird!" her head whipped back to face her brother and swallowed another scream. it pained her to do it. "get up here already. we're going to make that bitch eat crow."
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ciaran was about to start his argument with her. the same one they had been having since she returned. the push and pull of the killick siblings. 'you let everyone believe i was dead' vs. 'you left us without so much as a warning'. the reoccurring fight was on the tip of his tongue when the piercing scream left his sister's lips. the sound actually hurt his ears in a very literal way. now that, that wasn't something he had heard from her before and it rendered him speechless as he found himself gawking as strife took off up the stairs. the confusion didn't leave his face as he watched her stop herself from making the same sound twice, legs cautiously following her direction. "that's definitely something we will need to be looking into." he referred to her outburst, if that was what one would call it. for now, though, he went back to the subject at hand. the morrigan. "how exactly do you plan to make a ghost eat crow?"
fenrir had recognised her instantly; how could he not? even in masks and ridiculous ball gowns, his pack would always be familiar to him. stalking towards her, frown lines creasing his already aging face behind the wolfish mask he wore, he noted the tension in her shoulders and her frozen stature with concern. "easy love" he murmured as he was pressed against a wall, hand at his throat. should have known better than to sneak up on her in her current state. lifting his own hand to her chin, he pinched it gently between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her eyes up to meet his. the hand on his throat held no threat to him. fenrir was used to it by now, though of course, they were usually far less dressed and never quite so public whenever they played that little game. "it's just me."
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it wasn't until her eyes were forced away from the window that roz seemingly snapped out of it. her eyes met those of her husband's and she felt a sigh of relief escape her. realizing she still hand his neck under her hand, she let it slide down to his chest, a small smile coming to her lips underneath her mask. "sorry, my darling." she leaned forward, laying her head against fenrir's chest for a moment, letting the sound of his heartbeat calm her. "i just want to be back in bed and out of this damn mask." she admitted, still clueless as to how they got here. "have you found em?"
where: haunted ballroom who: anyone
cooper cleared his throat, trying to keep his emotions in check. "they look happy, don't you think? i'm not even sure i should interrupt." he didn't say who they were, but it was clear who he was looking at through his mask. the dancing couple lovingly gliding across the ballroom. his parents.
sterling had seen zoey earlier in the evening. and he had meant to go over to her but he… hadn't, and as he had sulked in one of the creepy manors many dark corners, he had refused to let himself dwell on the reason why. it was pathetic. and not the thing he should have been focusing on given the current situation. "zoey." he greeted, his tone flat. "if gilderoy came up with this, he deserves more credit than he's currently given." he cleared his throat. "you er... look nice. in that."
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zoey tried not to read into the tone of his voice, or rather the lack thereof. it was a hard thing to do when you knew someone so well, or at least, used to. "don't let him hear you say that or he might get the idea to tell everyone he is behind this." she smiled as she motioned around at the mansion. "thank you." she bowed her head, giving a small curtsy. "you look rather nice yourself." taking a moment, she allowed herself a look over his outfit. "if we ever make it out of here, i have a feeling tonight will be talked about on air for awhile. any clue how we all ended up here?" she tried to hide the slight fear when talking about 'making it out', but she had a feeling her poker face had not held up.
