talking to ghosts

[ninjavampire]

Who: Miggy & You??
What: Miguel stays behind to do dead honoring activities
Where: the Pole to start
When: Late October, Early November (Day of the Dead time)
Warnings/Notes: themes of mourning, though it can be lighthearted also

Miguel would be reluctantly absent during the action around Halloween. A strange enough decision, given his first instinct would be to throw himself into the fray as a distraction.

But as of late, he couldn’t hide that something was eating at him. The gloomy spell over his mood seemed more intense than months prior, burning away his patience and making short tempered remarks and the flashing of fangs more easy to let slip. He'd done okay keeping things somewhat under lock, but it was clear now something was definitely wrong.

And so, after some tense, but persuasive conversation just convincing enough to accept staying behind, Miguel finds himself idle on a quieter and lonelier Pole for a few days.

((prompts incoming - brackets or prose are fine))

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[changechild]

Need drinks it in. It's pain and unhappiness, but it's something. A fire to warm her hands at and remind herself of when she too gave off heat. Both generally, and also he's calling forth the shadow of memories she can no longer consciously grasp. She had been like this poor lonely child once, spiny around an abyss of grief, functioning but inconsolable even by a touch like this.

She can understand why Companions embrace their Chosen so intensely. They pierce right through the barriers around the human heart and make their Chosen unable to deny the truth of being understood and deemed worthy of love. Of being loved, truly, deeply, by a friend of the soul, with the promise of it stretching on for their entire lives. It's life-changing. Chosen will uproot themselves entirely to keep that love. It would wound them, and the Companion giving it to them, to lose it.

Need doesn't do that.

Ethereal as the hallucination of her touch is, it feels rather tangibly like she ends this approximation of a one-armed hug by squeezing his shoulder with a large hand and pulling back, leaving a fading warmth. :There,: she says, with a deliberate wryness. :Was that so bad? Dignity intact?: