#dewceit

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dewdrop, laying bodily on rain: just let it happen. dont question it.

rain ???, lying there wondering if he’s been deemed a body pillow: letting it happen. 

[thirdghost-blog1]

@dewceit

HOW CRUEL the after life has turned out to be.  What a bitter irony it is, to be beyond touch and sight.  Deprived ... it is in many ways all that he’s feared most in his life, come to realization.  Vitale watches a once-friend take his place -- realizes how truly replaceable he’d been.  ( He’d tried -- he’d tried so hard to stand out, make an impression so lasting he couldn’t be forgotten.  It’s been so short a time, how can he already be nothing but dust to them ?  Nothing but memory. )

They put his body on display.  The bodies of his brothers -- those concern him less.  ( He hasn’t encountered them in any semblance of passing.  Did they accept their death without rage ?  Did they move on with ease ?  No unfinished business to keep them present in the world ? )

He’s wandering toward said body again when he sees it -- Dewdrop, knelt as though in prayer, beside his body.   There’s a ... righteous surge of anger, a fury both disembodied and beyond him in how full it is -- and gone just as quickly.  A ghoul -- more than one, judging by the evidence, helped put him here ... but there’s no evidence that Dew had anything to do with it.  Does he mourn now ?  Can a demon mourn ?  Something so human in and of itself, mourning. 

There’s some hesitation -- he knows if he reaches, he’ll only pass through him without success, but he rests his hand against dew’s shoulder carefully.  So much let unsaid in the wake of demise.  If only he could connect.  

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“ i mean… didn’t pick the attractive ones to eat.      and i guess i never thought about indulging in that appetite, not with someone i didn’t actually care about. anyway, isn’t is a bad idea to play with your food? ”  of course he notices attractive individuals, but he chooses not to persue them because he doesn't seem them as worthy of sharing himself with. rain is often the exception to certain cases, and in this case it is too much expended effort for him to hook up with someone he doesn't trust or care about.

@dewceit​

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I don't know if I just got hit by freezing rain, but it hurt like hail

there’s a soft chortle at the pun, though it’s more polite than anything else. rain wasn’t made for awkward situations and he honestly can’t decide whether dew said ‘hail’ or ‘hell’. that accent of his comes across thicker somehow when he’s amused, even if it’s by himself.  " if you got hit by freezing rain, you'd be way pissed right now. we might need to toss you in the fireplace to keep warm. "

[thirdghost-blog1]

No one's looking, the dulcet tones of Ghost live turned discordant as the crowd dissapated throughout the venue. The curtains are down. The others are chatting amongst themselves as they mosey on to their respective postshow duties. But Dew strays with the frontman, grabbing his arm and tugging him over. He ought to do what he's supposed to and yet he all but stops them in their tracks to rest his chin on Papa's arm. They ought to be heading to the VIP area and yet he lingers with a smile. "Eh?"

unprompted asks || always accepting !

his hair won’t quite stay righted – strands falling into his face and sticking in the paint that’s slowly growing tacky with sweat.   ( Stage lights and gothic fashion don’t lend themselves to being particularly cooling. )  He doesn’t resist in the least when Dew tugs on his arm, mismatched eyes going incredibly fond as they’re pulled away from prying eyes into seclusion. 

What a temptation it is.  They have things to do still, fans to greet, pictures to take, but here they are !  The Third makes no active move at rejection, no attempt to return them to schedule – he tugs the edge of a curtain closed around them, ensconcing them away from eyes and light.  “ You were a starling tonight.  I do enjoy seeing you enjoy your work – “  And presses a kiss to the mask still in place.  

[glodnyupir]

> @dewceit said: 

‘ i’m the masked horror on your street corner. ‘

REPO! THE GENETIC OPERA // LYRICS SENTENCE STARTERS || Mutuals Accepting 

“Oh?” Roman looked at the ghoul up and down, a lot of strange folk have been coming to him recently. “Too be honest the mask is pretty cool, but isn’t scarier when the Boogie Man isn’t masked? Because then it implies that the victim isn’t gonna live?”