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[worldoftheskeptic]

“Nobody visits my grave these days.” Vigo arched his back as Martin scratched his shoulders. “It’s lonely out there.”

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[manfromtheepa]

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“...Kevin, why is my briefcase in the fish tank?”

[flawedlouise]

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Louise had arrived late, reaching the dozen or so fellow players just in time for the middle aged ‘game master’ to explain the rules. It was simple enough: a set of teams, both semi-finalists, an impartial seeker and a count to fifty to hide around the half-block size area of park but she was only half listening to his spiel. Instead, her attention had instantly been snatched by one member of the opposing team: he was tall, built like a footballer and handsome. Frustratingly, distractingly handsome. Dragging her focus back, she glanced to the members of her own team and smirked, finding the majority of gazes resting similarly on the man across from them. It was quickly that their opponents dispersed, spreading and disappearing within the play area. Lou muttered a curse under her breath, nudging the woman beside her into action as the others slowly, hesitantly departed the group before jogging away in search of her own place to hide.

[alluringvoices]

@umghostbusters​ | Continued from x

Kevin shushes the girl and pulls his hood over his face more, “Its cause I am the prince. I snuck out of the castle…”

Rai’s eyes widened, looking around to make sure no one else was watching. “What are you doing here?” She asked in a whisper, pulling the prince by the arm into her shop. “Are you mad? You’ll have every guard in the kingdom here looking for you!”

[st-riley-the-brave]

The G+G One-Shot Challenge|Day 9

Ghost+Grave 24 ~ The Anti-Princess: A Secret Moment’s Reprieve… [Set in the Anti-Princess Alternate Universe. Also starring @realghostbusteregonspengler and @umghostbusters Lengthy but lovely one-shot in which the Princess has chosen her Prince… Incorporating “All I Ask Of You” from “Phantom of the Opera.” Warning: Some mild language involved. Nothing vulgar however, but just a heads up in that regard.

Dedicated to, well, all of you.]

“…Riles, you mean…!?”

"Shh, Kevin. They’ll hear you, damnit.”

Her Royal Highness hated these sort of things. Balls. They were nothing short of irksome. And thank God her loyal sidekick–er, guard–was at her side. But tonight… this was different. Her father the King was luckily a trite too drunk to notice that her daughter had eyes for one of the visiting nobles… a prince. One she had the brass ones to sneak away out of the castle one day with Kevin–and the next thing she knew, she was sitting with the prince under a tree while they were discussing what he was reading. Why she left the castle in the first place. What life was like in their respective castles that sometimes felt like dungeons.

In an unexpected twist of fate, she found herself trying to spend more time with him–of course, with Kevin’s guardianship. Kevin was her best friend, her loyal guard who knew how to cover their asses better than half the nobility in the land. Riley was no idiot. Neither was Kevin. And given that the Princess strove to try to better understand the her people–the people she cared about–it was almost no surprise that she would take a moment out of her outside adventures to try to see Egon… who understood the kind of woman she was.

This ball however… her father was gracious to invite Prince Egon, and he wasted no time in making his way to the festivities. Oh! the pomp! The pageantry!

…the two-faced balogna-and-queso that Riley just was not up for dealing with.

Her father, drunk with wine and merry to all hell, at one point wanted to set her up with a duke and see what happened. Then again, the duke saw that the Princess was uncomfortable, and opted to ask for her recommendation on whom he’d be better set up with. Thankfully Riley knew one of her few good friends–Lady Rebecca, or Remy as she was known as–who was both beautiful and single… and with Kevin’s help, set the two up.

But at one point… Riley had decided to confide to Kevin that, she’d found herself falling for Prince Egon. But she had to silence her best friend quick–God forbid anyone else overheard. Then again, no one noticed how close she and the Prince were dancing… or how they locked eyes frequently… or the secret smiles they shared. Except for Kevin of course. But now her father, still drunk and merry, wanted to set his daughter up for marriage–and that was when she wanted to leave the ball. Now. And that meant sneaking out–which freaked her guard out. She was livid… she was scared.

Quickly, she tried to sneak out. Kevin was quick to motion to Egon to follow her–which the Prince did, followed by the Princess’ guardian. The guards at the door of the ballroom, and through the rest of the castle for that matter, dare not questioned the Princess as she stormed down the halls, trying not to cry but furious as she could be. Prince Egon and Kevin followed her as fast as they could, trying not to startle Riley, as they were afraid a situation could result.

The next thing Kevin knew–and bless that guard’s heart!–his Princess had snuck into the Observatory; there was a gate that opened onto the roof of one area of the castle. Her favorite place to sneak out and hide away from the hells of being a royal. And tonight, it was lit only by the full moon that held its sway over the clear night sky. Right now… she had no place else to go. The ball was no longer fun to be in… not that it ever was but…

But it was in the Observatory that she snuck in, and had to breathe. Kevin and Egon followed her, keeping quiet for a moment as not to startle her… but it was the Prince who softly got her attention, knew exactly how she was feeling as he could see glistening tears falling down her cheeks. She hated the ball, she hated the pomp, she hated the fakery in abundance, she hated the hypocrisy… she hated being a royal. And right now, he was going to be her saving grace, as he sang to her…

“No more talk of darkness, Forget these wide-eyed fears– I’m here, nothing can harm you, my words will warm and calm you…”

Riley turned to look at him as he sang, raising a puzzled brow. “You followed me?” she mouthed quietly, but listening to him as he sang further…

“Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry your tears. I’m here with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you…”

By then she had turned to walk to the gate, and onto the open area of the roof that was secured by gargoyles. Riley sang in reply to his pleading, a plea of her own as he followed her…

“Say you love me every waking moment, turn my head with talk of summertime… Say you need me with you now and always… Promise me that all you say is true– that’s all I ask of you…”

Egon took her hand, held it to his heart as he joined her on the roof. Riley turned to face him as he sang in turn,

“Let me be your shelter, let me be your light– You’re safe, No one will find you, your fears are far behind you…”

Meanwhile Kevin quietly kept watch from within the Observatory as the two were together. Riley seemed to have forgotten her guard was nearby as she sang to Egon…

“All I want is freedom, a world with no more night and you, always beside me, to hold me and to hide me…”

It was then that Egon sang to her… almost as a proposal–

“Then say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime– let me lead you from your solitude… Say you need me with you here, beside you… anywhere you go, let me go too–

Riley, that’s all I ask of you…”

Riley took in everything he had sang, and realised that what they had–it was love. And it was real. And his love… she gladly reciprocated,

“Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime… say the word and I will follow you…”

Kevin kept the watch, smiling to himself in amazement as the two royals sang together, “Share each day with me, each night, each morning…”

“Say you love me…” Riley whispered.

“You know I do…” Egon replied softly. The Princess’ voice joined with his as they gently sang, pleaded one thing from each other:

“Love me - that’s all I ask of you…”

Kevin was happier than a partridge in a pear tree as he watched his brave Princess and the Prince she’d chosen share a kiss that sealed their promise. The guard was more than happy for the two, as Egon held her in his arms and spun around joyfully. He then set her down, as the two sang once more,

“Anywhere you go let me go too– Love me - that’s all I ask of you…”

And the silence that followed the two… seemed to last forever. Felt like it could. Egon pulled Riley into a warm embraced and kissed her once again. And Kevin? He certainly wasn’t the third wheel–but their guard, their watchman if you will. Making sure no one went into the Observatory, because the last thing he and the two royals needed, was to get found out.

Not happening tonight.

The three snuck back into the ball, and Riley was in far better spirits after what she’d experienced. Kevin kept a good close watch as the Princess and Prince Egon stayed close to each other, taking every chance to dance together as they could. Maybe then the other royals would take a hint–that perhaps, this was a love no one and nothing else was going to mess around with…

[worldofthepsychic-blog]

RIP

Give Pete his comeuppance just reward.

Rebecca woke to a kiss, Ray to a match, and Kevin to a spectral cat perched by his head, nudging him with his nose.

Things had been slowing down for Peter. He’d made a name for himself again, counseling people whose fears were awakened by ghosts, and helping ghosts to cross over (it really helped with the ECU’s storage capacity). But now he was tired, and he needed a rest.

Only an hour before, Peter had gone to bed, got comfortable, and let out his last sigh. Vigo had been the one to nudge him awake again.

The little blue eyed cat had died only a year before at an age far older than most cats ever got to be. Since then he’d been hiding out at Peter’s heels, a quiet spirit attached to one still living.

Peter had gotten up, looking around for the cat food in his stupor before realizing he was still in bed. Vigo meowed up at him and nudged his body’s pulse-barren wrist. He had to sit down, but found no physical relief in the action. The cat jumped onto his lap and purred.

A hand smoothed over spectral fur and held the cat close to his chest. “Hey, Vigo. I missed you.”

Peter set the cat down and stood up. Something felt different. “It doesn’t hurt.” A grin came over his face.

“Sorry, Vigo. I don’t think you’re gonna have a lap to sit on so often anymore.”

The cat crossed the room and pawed at the door. Peter looked back at his body. “You know, this is all new to me. You’re gonna have to show me the ropes." A pause. Something nagged at the back of his mind."Somebody’s gonna find me…” his voice was low with awe. (It sounded strange. He wondered if he could even be heard.)

"You're right. We should go. Maybe let them down easy." There were three people in the world he knew who could possibly find him in his state.

He sat on the edge of Rebecca's bed, his dim green aura glowing on her face. She saw a young man, clean shaven and healthy. His dark hair was a little long, as he'd kept it for most of his life, but the curls floated like he was under water as he leaned down to kiss her cheek.

The loud scuff of a match against paper alerted Ray to someone in his room. Pete stood at the foot of his bed clad in coveralls and smoking a cigarette. Spectral smoke floated to the ceiling in a circle of dim light. He smiled, waved goodbye. A jar of mood slime near the bed bubbled with positive energy as he dissipated.

Vigo purred and nudged at Kevin's face.

"Wake up."

Was that Smartin's voice?

Kevin sat up to find Peter sitting at the foot of the bed, that old, weathered looking man he'd always known. He was dapper as ever, too, wearing his floppy hat and sporting a cane.

Vigo stepped over the covers and hopped into Peter's lap. He ran a hand over the cat's head.

"Kevin, I'm dead." He waited for the young man to signal understanding before he continued.

"I have to go away soon. I'm not strong enough to manifest for long. But I'll always be here. Okay?"

He reached down beside the bed and picked up Mike Hat. The dog had died even sooner than Vigo, and he knew Kevin missed him.

"Somebody wanted to say hi." The dog licked Kevin's face as the last of Peter's psychokinetic energy dissipated. Mike let out a joyful yip, and was gone.

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@umghostbusters continued from X

He just shook his head laughing slightly, “I’m not really supposed to disagree with the king but his rules for you are a little…odd. Did you know one of the rules I have to follow is remaining awake all night? He says its because of something from when you were little? Something about seeing a ghost? Is that why you are saying he thinks you’re crazy?”

“I’ve lived out there before I became a guard for your family and believe me there is no excitement out there,” Kevin smirked a little, “But if you wish to see then I’ll take you. Just sneak out and we can hide your identity”

Erin sighed at that, turning away from the window to look at Kevin with apologetic eyes. “Please tell you’re not actually following that rule.” She asked worriedly. “The ghost stopped haunting me over a decade ago... I don’t think she’s going to come back.” She sounded a little indignant as she spoke, something she was well-aware of. She expected Kevin to believe her - after she’d gotten over her initial bisexual panic and her disastrous last-ditch attempt at heterosexuality, the two had actually become sort of friends - but still... Her own father didn’t. There was no guarantee one of her closest friends wouldn’t also label her insane.

“It can’t be more dull than inside these palace walls.” Erin replied almost pleadingly. “Please, Kevin. I just want to see what it’s like.”

[worldoftheskeptic]

umghostbusters

Kevin groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. He brought a hand to cover his eyes from the light then noticed the IV in his arm. It caused panic to set in once he realized he was in the hospital. The younger man looked around the room in fear then he spotted Peter, “Smartin! Hey, wake up! What’s going on?!”

Peter gasped, clutching his cane to his chest as he woke, but then sighed as he realized where he was. He swept back the tuft of hair on top of his head to feign nonchalance.

"You're fine, Kevin. It's a precaution. Post-possession effects can be pretty gnarly if you're not prepared for them."