Prompt: Promise | Love | A relationship/dynamic you enjoy
There was an obvious answer for this one, haha. Written from Player's POV for the sake of my sanity.
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You’ve come to realize that those words are never a good sign—especially when they’re coming out of Ephemer’s mouth, and he’s got a grin on his face that says this ‘idea’ is closer to mischief than Union Leader-related duties. It’s even less encouraging when it’s roughly five in the morning, and he had invited himself over for a visit, a bewildered Skuld in tow.
You look at her now, and she shrugs and smiles helplessly. That does nothing to soothe your worries.
“You know how there are rumors that the town’s haunted, right?”
You…had heard some of those rumors, actually. People would talk about how the air would suddenly feel dead, sound dropping away except for a strange, static-y noise. Their skin would prickle, and their hair would rise, and they’d be overcome with this strange, sudden feeling of dread. And then they’d see—someone. Not always someone they knew—but they’d always be this hazy, almost glitchy thing, going about their day as if no one else was there.
…That’s what you’d heard, at any rate.
“Do you think they’re Heartless?” Skuld asks, and you wince; you suppose that would make the most sense.
But then, Ephemer is already shaking his head. “That’s the thing—they always say they’re actual people. I think Brain said he saw one the other day.”
“He’s probably just trying to mess with you.”
There is a light in his eyes that tells you exactly where his mind is going. “You want to go looking for them, don’t you?” you sign, and try to convey as much exasperation in your expression as you can.
Ephemer grins and points at you. “Yes!”
“Ghost hunting?” Skuld asks, incredulous.
“Yeah! Come on, it’ll be fun. We can go with full gear and everything.”
“Does…he have ghost-hunting gear?” you sign, giving your friends a baffled look.
Ephemer shrugs. “He has a lot of weird stuff, so—probably.”
Skuld worries her lip, looking hesitant. “I don’t know…”
“Come on. Please?” Ephemer’s expression softens a bit, and he adds, “We haven’t done much together recently, you know? And if there is something, it’d be good to know—right?”
Something crosses Skuld’s face, and she relaxes, just a little. “I guess.”
Ephemer’s grin broadens, and he swings to you. “You in?”
You sigh, but the answer’s obvious: of course you’re going along. You think Ephemer’s schemes are ridiculous, sometimes, but you wouldn’t miss one of them for the world.
…Besides, you can tease him about it later.
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