BLUE WIND

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i’m mostly gonna hang out on robb tonight, but like this for a starter!!

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[almostdisaster]

            she laughs, following ilse over the fence ( albeit a bit more gracefully ) and landing next to her, feet-first. “then what are we waiting for?” she teases, extending a hand out to help her up.

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                a bark of a laugh, ilse grabs sam’s hand. she’s up like a shot, losing one shoe in the process, the other following. “ we’re not          let’s go! ” ilse is excited, she’s curious, but underneath all that adrenaline, she’s spooked. she hesitates, just for a moment, and then picks up her heels. “ my bet’s it’s some wackos burning bibles. ” 

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quick note ;; there’s a massive difference between ahs murder house ghost ilse and regular ghost ilse. ahs ghost ilse is disturbed, she’s twisted, she’s quiet, frankly she’s unstable. she’s unable to leave the murder house, except for on halloween. regular ghost ilse, on the other hand, is a delight. she can roam where she pleases, and can reveal and conceal herself whenever she wants. 

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pokes face

U WANNA GO MELCHIWHORE

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        this is such a STRANGE encounter. every bit of experience, instinct, & knowledge is telling her this is wrong. ❝ — i’m sorry ? ❞ she doesn’t know what to say, clearly. ❝ it’s … r-rare i meet a ghost who – isn’t ang-gry at me. ❞ angry at her for being alive, for bothering them, for simply seeing them when no one else can … it doesn’t matter why.

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                 “ they’re like that, aren’t they? ” she does wish annette wouldn’t be so DESPONDANT. “ they never tend to be too pleased with me either. they say i’m too alive to be dead. i say they’re too dead for the afterlife. ”

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              ❛   i just ––  i wanted you to STAY !  you were going to leave      and i couldn’t let you leave !   ilse,  i need you here with ME.   don’t      you want to stay ?   ❜

@spriingandsummer  //  ghost moritz starter

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                her blood runs cold. she wanted to stay, but she wanted to stay on her own terms. all she wants to do is escape          there’s no way she can. ever.   “ i . . . ”  what choice does she have?  “ moritz . . . moritz, this isn’t how i wanted to stay. what am i gonna say to my family? how do i, i . . . i’m DEAD. ”

[almostdisaster]

            “never said that, dude.” if ilse’s going to get murdered by some spooky graveyard spirit, fuck yeah, sam’s getting in on that.

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                 she’s up in a flash, nearly ripping her dress as she clambers over the graveyard fence. sure, she could have used the gate, but she had so much energy. she lands on the other side in a heap. “ the smoke’s not waiting, sam. ”

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         no — a ghost who didn’t wish harm on her ? she wanted to keep that. the purple fingerprints left on her wrist from the LAST paranormal run-in of her hadn’t yet faded. a friendly face ( however transparent ) was welcome. ❝ no ! ❞ oh, goodness. ❝ i-i mean – y-you’re the … nic-cest-t ghost i’v-ve — ❞ 

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                 “ ever met? yeah. i’m the nicest ghost i’ve ever met too. A HUNDRED AND TWENTY . . . ish years on the earth, and you think that’d have changed at some stage. ” the laugh she lets out is uneasy. some dead company would be nice.

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           OH. how peculiar, usually she can tell. ( perhaps she’s gotten too used to it. ) at the m-word, her blood runs almost cold. she wanted to run, to protect herself – oftentimes, the ghosts she came across weren’t happy to find a link. she tenses slightly, eyeing ilse awkwardly. it’s nothing personal. it’s simply experience. ❝ o-oh — that-t’s what you … oh. ❞ 

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                  she notices the shift in annette, how could she not? she gives her a small smile, wishing and praying that this GOES RIGHT. it gets lonely, just wandering around, all alone. other ghosts weren’t so nice, weren’t so content to simply be on the earth, not like ilse. “ is this . . . a shock? it must be. sorry, really, i am. i can go, if you want? ”

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character tags!!

[almostdisaster]

            “no, that’s like— super SPOOKY.”

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                 “ so spooky that you’re not gonna do it with me? ” the smoke in the graveyard? yeah, ilse’s gonna go check it out with or without sam.

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                                                      BLUE WIND GETS SO SAD.

                       musical canon ( incl. deaf west ) based, with play influences. written by                                jess            established may 2015. moved blogs & revamped june 2016.

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                          CONTINUED FROM HERE.

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         but ilse … aren’t you, too, living ? the small medium’s face betrays her inkling of agreement ; no, ghosts were far more trustworthy. ( & most of the ghosts she’d ever met had hurt her. ) ❝ wh-why — what … ? ❞

                   oh shit, she did it again. ilse learned the hard way, over the decades, that it was all too easy to expose herself for what she really was. she tries not to, as a general rule, but there were certain special people, like annette, that she knew were different. maybe it was some sort of ghost spidey sense. “ . . . last time i met a medium was in the NINETIES. it’s been kind of tiring. ”

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