#poignantisms

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   kasen was used to being invisible. he was used to people not seeing him, walking through the world like a ghost -- except that he actually was a ghost. kasen knew he was no longer among the living. he realized it when he woke up one day and just felt different. he didn’t feel cold, he didn’t feel warm -- he just felt..empty. everybody around him didn’t even realize he was there. the part that really solidified his suspicion was when he was able to just kinda materialize wherever he wanted. one minute he was in a room, the next he was outside just by kinda thinking about it. poof, there he was. he didn’t look any different -- not what he thought a ghost would look like but there he was. all spooky and shit. he usually minded his own business, not sure why he was still here but never really thought about it. honestly the boy doesn’t even remember dying. his memories about a lot of things in his life were blurry. he just figured that was part of dying..you lose yourself a little. one of his favorite things to do was sit on the edge of the roof of his apartment and people watch, since they couldn’t see him but he could see them, so that was where he was perched just like every morning for as long as he could remember now. 

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Since their initial interaction, Evan was able to tell that there was a lot going on with Ariel that he needed help with. Whether or not the other would admit he needed help or not didn’t change the fact that Evan could tell there was an issue. He was an experienced detective, and he could tell when someone was suffering from - or dealing with - something. Evan didn’t know exactly what it was, but he had a few ideas in mind. One of the best ways he knew how to help was to get the other to talk, and in order to get the other to talk, he had to gain their trust. Gaining someone’s trust wasn’t easy, and Evan learned this a long time ago. 

As a detective, Evan can get extremely busy, and he doesn’t have the time to put his work aside and try and spend time with Ariel like one of his friends could. So, Evan decided that he’d try and bring Ariel in to help him on a case. It never hurt to have another set of eyes, right? Evan was thankful he was able to convince Ariel to come into his office with him, knowing he could have easily said no.  Evan couldn’t make him come down to the station or make him stay, but he could word it in ways that would make the other decide to come along. Evan wasn’t completely sure what he said to make the other agree, but he did. 

“I can’t figure out why she wouldn’t talk to me or any of us... When I went over there to ask her questions, she didn’t want to talk. She was the one that approached another detective on the case, but then suddenly she changed her mind...” Evan thought out loud to himself,” his eyebrows furrowing together. Evan tapped his pen against the desk, his head shaking to himself as he tried to make sense of it. “Does this make any sense to you? Why would she change her mind and act like she didn’t say anything?” Evan waited for a response from Ariel, and when he didn’t hear anything, he looked up. “Tired?” His eyes looked back at the case file as he listened to the other give their own explanation. Evan glanced up at him and raised an eyebrow, not believing them but deciding not to push it. “If you say so... Then what do you think? About what I asked?”

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        It took a few more days before Sjöfn became accustomed to Midgard. Food and shelter was never a problem for her when she was still in Alfheim. It was a bit of a challenge once the reality of being in the mortal realm crashed into her. The winter became harsher and harsher by the minute and whatever that was happening in Asgard, she wouldn’t know.  

      There was only one way to blend in this realm; to pose as a mortal. And the first thing she did to look like a mortal was to dress in the way they did. Looking for a place to stay was another thing. While walking through a neighborhood, there was a whisper that reached her ears. 

      Following the sound of the prayer being told to her, the sound became louder as she saw someone by a bench. Sjöfn looked around and saw no one else. If she was only in Alfheim, things would be easier. At least, all she could do was to find someone to be there for them, but here she was doing everything. 

      “Mind if I sit beside you?”

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        ❛❛ My theory is that people get a kick out of corn mazes because they know exactly what a stupid idea it is to go in there. There’s a noteworthy count of horror movies as a proof.❜❜ Personally, Davey thought that corn mazes were as boring as can be. He always preferred haunted houses, but he admitted that there was a certain aesthetic of corn mazes he came to acknowledge and appreciate over the years. That didn’t keep him from running them down for others, though. His eyes darted from the poster where the town advertised the local corn maze to his side at the other, tugging his hands into the pockets of his jacket. ❛❛Other than that, they’re not very scary.❜❜