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Catchall post for "fucked up sad dead ghosts" AU

This is a catchall for whatever we decide to do here since it's cleaner just to keep all threads in one post for easier reading and also sadness.

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[spelleton]

«I wanted to see you again.

You were my best friend. You still are.

Maybe I'm just...

I wanted to be selfish. Just for a little while. And I thought, maybe, it might make you less hurt. But even that...I can't do either of those well.»

[ He laughs, a little. Short and stifled. If he could still cry, he might be close to tears, but he can't, so he's not. ]

«I've ruined it already.»

[subconmodo]

«Don't start with that. Don't you...»

[A command that fades into something almost pitiful.]

«Don't... Don't go.»

[spelleton]

[ It breaks his heart to hear that. He remembers a ruined kingdom and a dark forest and a home that's lost and knows that Avery is the one who's had to live with it for hundreds of years.

All alone. ]

«What else can I start with?»

«You know, better than anyone,» that I've always been this way.

[ He grew up again, without him there, and he's changed by time and circumstance and pain - but his soul is strong enough to keep coming back. ]

Don't be sad. [ He finally looks at his friend, his gaze level.

Ekkehardt is still the same person, in the end. Like he went away somewhere, and only just now returned. ]

«It doesn't suit you.»

[subconmodo]

[There's a part of him that wants to protest, to say he's not sad but angry or uncomfortable or that he ate something off or any other number of excuses, but he doesn't have the energy for it.

That said, he isn't completely out of steam. He arches an eyebrow and stares at Ekkehardt a moment, looking him right in the eye....

...and promptly tugs the corners of his lips into an exaggerated smile using his index fingers in a gesture of childish, defiant mischief.

It's as nostalgic as all the pranks he's played before.]

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[ It's nostalgic enough to hurt, enough to get another laugh out of him. His own smile is more fond than it is sad. Some things are always the same, regardless of time and distance, death and change.

(He's always chasing after him.) ]

«See, I told you,» [ it's mostly filler, just to have something to say. Without really thinking about it, he leans forward a little, reaches out to place his hand on one of Avery's. ] «smiling suits you better.»

[subconmodo]

[If his cheeks are a little pink, it's entirely to do with the pressure he exerted at the corners of his mouth. Bloodflow was a tricky creature that way.]

«Yeah, yeah, I know. It's practically my trademark.»

[spelleton]

[ The person he was, centuries ago, wouldn't have noticed that. Or if he'd noticed, he wouldn't have called attention to it.

The person he is now flashes a brief grin at that expression, but not mockingly; sharp and playful, but sincere. ]

«I know. I didn't forget that.

It's good to see you again, Avery.»

[ After a moment he removes his hand, but doesn't withdraw. He is giving him a bit of space, though; he knows this is...difficult. ]

[subconmodo]

[He huffs and folds his arms, tipping the chair back to rest on two legs.]

«It's good that you finally showed up. Don't run off again, you hear me?»