two ghosts — raven. & caine. [museum blitz]
Jan 5, 2020 14:15:46 GMT -5
Post by gunner, d9 ₊⊹ 👹 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on Jan 5, 2020 14:15:46 GMT -5
I stirred with an age-old hunger.
I stirred with a timeless aching.
One moment there was only darkness, and the next, I was in the room, shaped by light, molded like a human but a human no more, a boy no more.
I thought being a ghost would be fun but it was only a faded existence, a forgotten existence, tucked into that quiet gap between the living and the bones that did not remember themselves.
I wanted to be put to rest.
But then I remembered that I had been restless since that day, since him.
I wanted to be buried beside him.
I wanted our bones to be mingled together, our fingertips laced even in death. I wanted to crawl to where his spirit rested. But, we did not die at the same place. The snow never thawed on that mountain.
Where is he?
Where is Caine?
I searched the room in a hurry and, for a moment, felt that warmth of life almost unfurl in me. If I had a heart, it would race. If I had blood, it would flush with heat. In a sudden, I realized that I was wearing the hat he’d left in my hands. I can almost feel the hat against my brown tresses as I shook my head in disbelief, can almost feel the heat rising out of his skin as I drew closer.
“Why did it take you so long to catch up to me this time?” My voice is a ghost's whisper.
I stirred with a timeless aching.
One moment there was only darkness, and the next, I was in the room, shaped by light, molded like a human but a human no more, a boy no more.
I thought being a ghost would be fun but it was only a faded existence, a forgotten existence, tucked into that quiet gap between the living and the bones that did not remember themselves.
I wanted to be put to rest.
But then I remembered that I had been restless since that day, since him.
I wanted to be buried beside him.
I wanted our bones to be mingled together, our fingertips laced even in death. I wanted to crawl to where his spirit rested. But, we did not die at the same place. The snow never thawed on that mountain.
Where is he?
Where is Caine?
I searched the room in a hurry and, for a moment, felt that warmth of life almost unfurl in me. If I had a heart, it would race. If I had blood, it would flush with heat. In a sudden, I realized that I was wearing the hat he’d left in my hands. I can almost feel the hat against my brown tresses as I shook my head in disbelief, can almost feel the heat rising out of his skin as I drew closer.
“Why did it take you so long to catch up to me this time?” My voice is a ghost's whisper.
