Noise.
The emotion had stopped, he could clearly see now. The things he had been surpressing were starting to come out. His first realization was that he couldn't feel. He ran a hand in front of his eye. He could see it, but it was probably in his minds eye. Many years ago, he had realized that he was dead. Instead of actually coming to terms with it, he had simply started to move. To be anywhere but there. It had been his antidote, to keep moving, to keep travelling.
Now, however, he had stopped, something had grabbed him. Latched him into this... place.
The noise stopped, and he realized it belonged to a young man. He had never bothered with the living. Not after his demise. They never saw him, never noticed him. He could remember those first years, trying to help those enveloped in the great fire...
Shaking his head, he banished all thought. Apparently, this person, and place, where special. Then again, everyone was.
He took a moment to study the room. It looked to be a residence of sorts. Perhaps a home. He couldn't exactly remember how he had come here, but he was certain it was within a much larger structure. The stone beneath his feet made the man take pause. it wasn't cold.
It was a long moment before the ghost decided to appear. He knew how to do it, but it had never appealed to him. He prefered to be alone in his suffering. The key was to focus on on object nearby. In this case, a small night stand. Placing his hand on the wooden object, he visualized his hand as it would appear in life.
Then, there he was.
Slowly the head turned, taking in the young man with the blue eyes.
To Hadrian, the ghost made for quite a sight. He was only about five and a half feet, and quite skinny. Yet upon closer inspection, the long arms where bandaged from the fingers to just below the shoulders. The bare chest and stomach where covered in scars, and burns. They looked to be battle wounds. The pants where ragged, and the steel-toed boots looked like they where about to fall off. Yet, it was the face that caught the eye. The eyes stared from the depths. In the soft lighting they looked to be almost black. With the surrounding skin was sunken enough to collect shadow. Long black hair dropped down to chest level. Something was very off about the man's physique. He looked for all intensive purposes like someone who had been quite muscular, and then starved for a long period of time. With skin hanging around the arms, and bones sticking out just a tad too far.
If he was aware of his appearance, the man gave no indication, instead looking Hadrian right in the eyes.
"Wh't Yaoer' es' it?"
The accent was beyond thick, almost indiscernible. Yet it sounded like he had just asked what year it was. |