#dallian drabble

[inhabitantsofmyhead]

"You’ll stay alone if you push others away." - Dallian

He laughed, and it was harsh and unhappy. “I’m a ghost; I can’t push people away,” he said with a roll of his eyes at her. 

She was not amused. “You know what I mean.”

He considered her words, floating thoughtfully in the middle of the room. “But that’s just it,” he said, shrugging. “I’m a ghost.” He moved towards her, quickly but not to surprise her. “You’re not. Most people aren’t.” He placed a cold hand against her cheek. “Why shouldn’t I push you away? I’ll always be alone, really.” He shrugged again and winked out of existennce. 

[inhabitantsofmyhead]

Raise it up. | Dallian

She threw the salt over the bones, the scent of fresh-turned dirt still clinging to her hands despite having washed them repeatedly. Closing her eyes to calm herself, she opened them again to look at the paper sitting beside her. She could feel Daniel watching, though he was invisible even to her. He was nervous, too, and didn't want to been seen so nervous, so he kept to himself. Swallowing, Lily reached out a hand and touched the skull before her. She had dug the bones up herself, but it still weirded her out a little. Taking a breath, she shot a look in the direction she thought the boy was, and spoke, luckily not Latin this time. "Live again, roam free." 

There was a blast of light, strong enough that she shrank back, covering her face with her arms.  As the spots cleared from her eyes, she lowered her arms and looked at the ground in front of her, empty save for the salt and candles, only sending out spirals of smoke now. Before she could turn, she felt a hand, a warm hand, against the small of her back. She spun around and stared for a moment before a wide smile broke across her face.