#fecking ghosts

[askdusty]

How do you feel about Lucien these days, Dust?

"... Does it matter?" A slow sigh leaves her, matching the sink of her features, the drift of her lashes downwards. "He's long dead, and I am still alive. And we were - we were too different. I hated the bastard when I ran, and I'm fairly certain he hated me, too, even if we wanted each other. I don't miss him, but I do miss the good times I had with him." She exhales suddenly through her nares. "And that's that."