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[enthusiasticclouds-sally]

Ghostly Encounters || Psychic Ghost

@the-witch-ghost

Sally had been sitting in one of the park benches a book open in her hands (an Edgar Allan Poe one of course the one Simba gave her for her birthday) as she skimmed through the short stories she has read dozens of times before. Salene was running around, getting her walk in and all her energy out while the ginger began reading over her favorite short story Ligiea, or at least trying to. 

The task was proving a little difficult when she could feel her eyes brimming from tears because the girl over on the far bench of the park was horribly sad on the inside about something. Then she had almost ripped a page from off her precious book while turning it out of anger because the man that was walking his dog in front of her was pissed off about something. She really needed to control this magic. 

Of course, now Sally got distracted from her story when she heard Salene barking at some lady, which the ginger quickly ran up to giving an apologetic smile. “Sorry.... she umm... she usually uh doesn’t do that...” 

[arawn-prydain-blog]

The Sky Is Grey | Aro

@the-witch-ghost

It had taken five minutes for Arawn to glance outside, roll his eyes, and debate over whether he would simply keep his business closed and work on his research. He had never been one to enjoy the colder weather changes. He loathed the fact that he needed to wear more layers, and that ultimately there wasn’t anyone who could look remotely professional in snow gear. Revolting.

And of course, it took five minutes for Connor to dart out of the house and go stomping in the snow, throwing it in the air with the glee of a five year old. “Master Prydain look! The first snow fall!” Arawn glared at the sky, though he did take the time to collect that as a potential ingredient. Though he typically never used anything so pure, there was no ruling it out. Plus, he could theoretically think of a dark spell to concoct. Perhaps taint the air every time it snowed. Poison the next snow fall? A bit aggressive, but he liked the dark paths his mind was leading him down as he finally followed his associate out.

Connor drifted around and Arawn followed, his mood getting blacker and blacker the more that the idiot raced around, built snowmen, and legitimately decided that he ought to drag his boss, the man who had brought him back to life, ice skating. Arawn was sure he would kill Connor again just once so he could relieve some of his anger. Weather changes seemed to make his associate even less useful than he already was. It was the greatest tragedy of his life thus far. He watched as his associate was surprisingly skilled on ice skates. And honestly, how useless was he that ice skating was his unique talent? Arawn would be far better off with his bodies suited for war.

But his crypt was sealed carefully, and Connor had his uses that the soldiers did not. And there they were, Arawn glowering at the ice skating idiot, though he was quickly distracted when he felt an unusual...presence drift toward him. His expression softened and he glanced over to catch sight of....a unique figure. “Not one to join in with the shenanigans then?” he called out, figuring he could at least start a conversation, find out more.

[fawningoverfaline-blog]

Drunken Illusions : Falze

@zerohallows

It had been a long night; there were very few Valentines that Faline had spent alone. Whether it was with a high school boy, her family, or Bambi she always had someone who would fawn over her on a day that focused on not being alone. In this shitty little town, though, she had no one to give her chocolates or spend the day making her feel like she was wanted by someone. Instead, she spent the day growing accustomed to the idea that Copper wouldn’t be staying with her any longer, walking about the town tirelessly, and eventually setting town in the Court of Miracles. Ever since the messy shit with Gaston she wasn’t welcomed in the Hunted Deer anymore, nor did she really feel comfortable in Pixies with all the hot men just oozing overpriced drinks with little quality to them.  

Instead, Faline found herself with a drink at the bar of the Court, building a hefty tab that was sure to hurt when she realized it in the morning, it’s okay her parents would help her and her job often helped ease the problems. She frowned a little bit as last call was sent out around the court and realized it was time for her to head on her way, the day no longer Valentine’s day –eve but instead, Valentine’s Day. Just Valentine’s day, the day where every stupid couple made lonely single people hyper aware they were alone.

Sad, drunk, and lonely, she walked home heavy hearted. Her feet dragging along the ground and her body barely wanting to move forward, wanting to fast forward to the moment that she would be in her lonely bed, passed out and wake up tomorrow with a sharp headache and a desperation to eat a greasy breakfast in order to cope with her stupid decisions from the night she was now living.

Stumbling along, though, she noticed someone in the distance. She couldn’t really tell who or what they were, but they were a person. Smiling, she thought about going home to a quiet, empty apartment or chatting up a stranger. The latter seemed like a better option, though not a normal one for Faline. She rushed forward, her feet stumbling forward, frequently she almost lost her balance falling forward onto the concrete in front of her. Instead she made it though, up to the girl now standing in front of her, apparently taking an evening walk.

Faline smiled, a somewhat embarrassed goofy grin, her drunkedness wanting to find company and attention in light of the newly given holiday. “Umh. Hi I’m Faline.” She began excitedly at the prospect of not being alone any longer. “And you really shouldn’t be walking alone at night. Isn’t there like a rule about pretty girls not walking alone?” she said, rushing through her words, getting lost in her train of thought quickly. “Or was that a rule about nothing good happening after 2 am…” she added, her mind lost. “I don’t know. Whatever it is. Hi I’m Faline.”