03-23-2015, 07:58 PM
[Sorry sorry sorry. I asked to move it to the forums in hopes that other folks might think about Joining in and then the cats spilled water on my laptop (which, by the way, means that the J key has shorted out so you will only get Js from me as capitals when I cut and paste until I figure out where to find a replacement keyboard. Anyway: I am Busy. Also going away this weekend. ON TO YOUR REPLY.]
Sera breathes out rather sharply when Kiara refers to Wesley as Kalen's Wesley. Through her nose not her mouth, just this emphatic little something that she pulls back into her body, subsumes into her skin. Lives within. This glance, which is quiet and banked and shadowed and oh-so-aware, at the Hermetic, his profile, whatever strange shadow passes over his features. Then gone.
Dan has served up the reubens to whoever wants them. Sera is: picking at her half a bit, on a neat little stoneware plate with a sunflower at its center, bright spokes of color radiating out like the corona framing the sun. Pulls away the crust and eats the thing in pieces, otherwise quiet, while Kiara moves about the kitchen and she and Kalen discuss - well - everything.
"Be careful what you tell them, Kalen. If you tell them anything. I don't want them - any of them - to think that you're a tool that they can manipulate on a whim. I don't think that we should burn down their hidey holes, but I also don't think we should get too close.
"And I know fuck-all about ghosts, but I can watch your backs when you go in to reach out, you know? I don't know that we even need their help getting in for that. Do it in daylight. I mean, do the walls even matter to fucking ghosts? Slimer oozes right through them."
Ghostbusters, y'all. Everyone should watch it while high. And while assuming that it is a fucking documentary.
The only way to go.
"Find a place that's close enough to chat. See if they need help setting themselves free. I'm not up for exorcising someone who is married to whatever is trapping them, you know? But give them a chance, and maybe a choice to pass on? I'm down with that."
Sera breathes out rather sharply when Kiara refers to Wesley as Kalen's Wesley. Through her nose not her mouth, just this emphatic little something that she pulls back into her body, subsumes into her skin. Lives within. This glance, which is quiet and banked and shadowed and oh-so-aware, at the Hermetic, his profile, whatever strange shadow passes over his features. Then gone.
Dan has served up the reubens to whoever wants them. Sera is: picking at her half a bit, on a neat little stoneware plate with a sunflower at its center, bright spokes of color radiating out like the corona framing the sun. Pulls away the crust and eats the thing in pieces, otherwise quiet, while Kiara moves about the kitchen and she and Kalen discuss - well - everything.
"Be careful what you tell them, Kalen. If you tell them anything. I don't want them - any of them - to think that you're a tool that they can manipulate on a whim. I don't think that we should burn down their hidey holes, but I also don't think we should get too close.
"And I know fuck-all about ghosts, but I can watch your backs when you go in to reach out, you know? I don't know that we even need their help getting in for that. Do it in daylight. I mean, do the walls even matter to fucking ghosts? Slimer oozes right through them."
Ghostbusters, y'all. Everyone should watch it while high. And while assuming that it is a fucking documentary.
The only way to go.
"Find a place that's close enough to chat. See if they need help setting themselves free. I'm not up for exorcising someone who is married to whatever is trapping them, you know? But give them a chance, and maybe a choice to pass on? I'm down with that."
But my heart is wild and my bones are steel
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free.
- Phosphorescent, Song for Zula
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free.
- Phosphorescent, Song for Zula