#thread; victor

[normallyxstranger1]

@illbringthechaosmagic​ sent: ‘ am i supposed to be scared? ’ (to Victor)

     “Who am I to say how you’re supposed to feel?” he retorted, shifting his stance to fold his arms over his chest. The air around him turned frigid, sending out waves of cold at his mere presence. Victor did nothing to rein it in, letting what power he had in his ghostly form flow at will. It caused lights to flicker, shadows to grow, and turned the room into an icebox. It was an effortless show of power so a little fear might’ve been nice, but he hardly expected it. After all, he was a ghost, a spirit, a lost soul, and his power was merely a fraction of what it had once been.

     And unfortunately, he had no choice but to accept that.

     “If you’re scared, you’re scared. If not…” The words trailed off with a faint shrug. “It is what it is.”      

[normallyxstrange]

@scxrletwxnda​ cont. from here

     The smile remained on his face, but it was less amicable as before. There was a tightness just at the corners, where his lips stretched. It certainly didn’t meet his eyes and they remained a cool, steely blue as he regarded her.

     “Power is power,” he finally said, after weighing her words for a brief few seconds. “But you will drain yourself. It’s the nature of resurrections. You can bring nothing back without giving something of yourself.” Some might argue that something was a bit of the necromancer’s life. Sometimes, it was as simple as blood, or a sacrifice of power. It was always something personal. Trained or not, the woman had the ability--she just needed the strength to power it. “I would personally take power from another source to supplement my own.” 

    Victor wasn’t sure if he had the patience to instruct the girl--or strength, at that. Being dead had its limits, unfortunately, and Victor pushed at them every chance he could. His power as a ghost was finite. And he hated it.

     He had to do what he had to do to secure his second chance at life.

     He took in what passed as a deep breath for the spirit and exhaled it. All semblance of his tight smile was gone. “I understand your reluctance,” he said, begrudgingly, “but time is… as pretentious fools like to say, ‘of the essence’.”

     Maybe even quite literally, in this case.

[normallyxstrange]

     “At what point does your idea cease to be theoretical?” He was tired of talk, tired of the waiting. He’d been dead now for twenty-some years; he was ready to live again. 

     Patience, Victor reminded himself. He needed patience. The ghost forced a smile across his face. “I’m curious is all.”

[normallyxstranger]

“I’ve been waiting a long time,” Victor said, with undisguised irritation. Twenty-some years he'd been waiting, watching, rebuilding his power. His mouth pulled into a thin smile. “What’s another few minutes?”

The ghost wasn’t thrilled about it but he could be patient. Could be. Within reason.

[normallyxstranger1]

     “I’ve been waiting a long time,” Victor said. Twenty-some years, to be sure. “What’s another few minutes?” He wasn’t thrilled about it but he could be patient. Could be. Within reason. 

[normallyxstranger1]

@halloweenflcwer​ | title; shh! (Victor & Dani) | from a starter call 

     Being an untethered ghost, one would think there’d be far more freedom. Not so, for the usual spirit, but Victor was not a usual spirit. He’d discovered his limits, or lack thereof, and made good use of how far he could push them. Currently, his time was occupied with literature. It was, simply put, a means to reduce his boredom, but if there was something to learn… well, he’d learn it. 

     Dickens had always been a favorite, but he shifted away from familiar territory to search through new releases. Most books were banal, hardly interesting, but it passed time—whatever time was these days for him. It was late, the sun having set many hours ago. He’d assumed the library had closed for it had been quiet for a long time—quieter than a public library should be.

     Then he heard a cough, or a sound that was like a cough. It may have been something else, but Victor—entirely visible and tangible with the strength of his ghostly talents—went still. He listened for a few seconds before a small half-smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Then he faded into invisibility, book still opened in his hand, now seemingly floating alone in the air.

     “Shh!” he shushed, loudly and obnoxiously, in the hopes that it might startle whomever had interrupted his silent reading time.

[normallyxstranger1]

      “I heard everything.” It was hard not to, with the way sound shifted through the Between. One could hear everything with a bit of practice. Even without it, the shouting had been… intense.

      Victor placed his hands behind his back, waited a few beats, then said, “I suppose suggesting a calm down is out of the question.”

[normallyxstrange]

     “I heard everything.” It was hard not to, with the way sound shifted through the Between. One could hear everything with a bit of practice. Even without it, the shouting had been… intense.

     Victor placed his hands behind his back, waited a few beats, then said, “I suppose suggesting a calm down is out of the question.”