#muse:silas

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Silas + four and five

4. Best places to kiss on their body

Lbh, at this point it’s really anywhere. Normal, casual touch doesn’t really register as anything to him at this point. Months have gone by and he’s lost his sense of touch little by little, so kissing anywhere just sets him into overdrive. Though if you really want to rile him up, the neck, collarbone or ear are good bets.

5. Guilty pleasures

Lol he feels guilty doing anything pretty much. Any semblance of pretending to be normal is an act of avoiding what’s really wrong with him so it all makes him feel kind of a tiny bit guilty at the end of the day, especially with a small little voice in the back of his head reminding him how pathetic the act all is. Early morning walks when he can’t sleep, even just simple conversation with a passerby or someone in the library where he’s forced to make a quick lie to save him from being found out is enough for guilt to bubble up in his gut.

Though maybe he should really be focusing on the fact that he tends to lean a bit heavy on the gin whenever it’s around (though he never gets drunk really, that ability’s left him too), and pretending to sleep next to someone makes his night hours just a tiny bit better. 

@bobbimorsebartons

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This here is Silas Abernathy, 28 (though technically only 7 because he’s a leap year baby, interesting fact right there). He once was an English teacher from Miami, up until the point he decided what a lovely idea it would be to move to a small town up in buttfuck nowhere Georgia to help improve literacy in a place that well...wasn’t even on the map in that regard. And things would’ve gone perfectly fine if he hadn’t done one simple thing.

Now, the thing about Silas is he’s got a bleeding heart. It’s what made his students like and trust him. He was the kind of teacher you’d ask for life advice and beg to be switched into his class because of it. He had understanding and a good heart. The same kind of heart to pick up hitchhikers on the side of the road because they looked like they’d been down on their luck for some while. 

Enter fatal mistake. 

Dear Silas here, on his way into this new town, managed to pick up a hitchhiker who just so happened to be an identity thief with a small, itty bity, tiny penchant for murder. One throat slit and a couple days later, Silas woke up in a field on the outskirts of town with no recollection of anything except for his name, none the wiser that the person he’d lent a helping hand to had killed him, took his job, his home and the rest of his life. He has no idea that he’s a ghost, a dead man walking.

Now Silas is trying to pick up the shambles of his fragile memory, or at least the voice in his head is urging him to stop fighting himself and start figuring out what happened to him. He works at the town’s library, in the meanwhile trying to avoid any attention being brought to his very apparent problem. He’s a shy, quiet and frightened husk of the person he used to be. As time moves forward, he continues to lose everything that once made him human; the ability to sleep, hunger, sense of touch, and soon enough even his own voice.

Life’s tough for a ghost that has no tales to tell.

@commandeurlexa

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Break your muse's heart; Kit edition: "What kind of future is there with a dead boy?"

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