Shalita's deep blue gaze watched as the boy seemed to freeze at her words, before his hands turned into fists beside his form. The boy's voice was different as he turned back towards her, cold just like she was, she guessed. If she was human, they probably would have sent a chill flowing down her spine. Although now? Now she didn't have a spine, she was spineless in a physical sense, she could move through walls and float above the rooftops. Instead, she liked to float through the streets to enjoy the human activity around her, even though it made her some what jealous or gave her a pang of loneliness and a want for the human life that she had lost. She watched as he picked up the flower, but as he rose, it was his next words that pierced through her at an emotional level. "But you can't 'elp me. You're dead. You can't do a ting."
"I cahn't walk with you Miss. I dun wont too," She heard him whisper. "D'you know how I got 'ere? On a ship, tsjained to strangurs. One night, there was a storm. Watur came in, and I cahn't move." The boy came closer to her and slowly, her form began to drift a foot off of the ground once again. "People are a-screaming, te ship goes this way then that. "Free offus drowned." This boy's life was sad really, to be on a ship where people who you might have gotten close to, only to watch them as they drowned. She wanted nothing more then to reach out, to bring the boy into her arms and comfort him, like a mother would have done
However, the boy wasn't finished as he wiped at the tears on his cheek with the sleeve of his shirt. "You frightun me because you're cold and dead, and... You shouldn't be 'ere. You can't love, you can't marry, you can't do any'ting anymore and you cahn't help me." The words stung and they drove deep like a sword wound... Like a child ripping its way out from its mother's womb. Slowly, her form began to drift backwards away from the boy, as she felt the inflicted verbal hurt that had been flung at her from just a boy. A boy had said those words to her and she couldn't help but feel... Less human and more like a ghost, a ghost of what was once a human being.
She shouldn't be here? Should she just be dead? Not exist at all? While it was true that she could no longer marry, that the option had been ripped out of her hands as she was locked in a room for months, only to carry a child that she would literally die for, it didn't mean that those words didn't hurt. Her form flickered for a moment as her appearance began to change from that of her human appearance to her ghostly appearance as hurt crossed her features. Her black mane paled until it was nothing but a shade of white, her deep blue eyes, paled as well until they were an ice blue colour. Her sundress paled to a colour of white and billowed out from her form as the colour red, stained the front of her dress. It started from her mid section and the stain moved downwards, spreading out along the dress until it reached the hem, where it now covered her bare feet. "I guess... I guess I should leave then." She whispered as she turned to leave. It was obvious that the boy no longer wanted her company, if at all.
OOCOh sure ya did! xD
"I cahn't walk with you Miss. I dun wont too," She heard him whisper. "D'you know how I got 'ere? On a ship, tsjained to strangurs. One night, there was a storm. Watur came in, and I cahn't move." The boy came closer to her and slowly, her form began to drift a foot off of the ground once again. "People are a-screaming, te ship goes this way then that. "Free offus drowned." This boy's life was sad really, to be on a ship where people who you might have gotten close to, only to watch them as they drowned. She wanted nothing more then to reach out, to bring the boy into her arms and comfort him, like a mother would have done
However, the boy wasn't finished as he wiped at the tears on his cheek with the sleeve of his shirt. "You frightun me because you're cold and dead, and... You shouldn't be 'ere. You can't love, you can't marry, you can't do any'ting anymore and you cahn't help me." The words stung and they drove deep like a sword wound... Like a child ripping its way out from its mother's womb. Slowly, her form began to drift backwards away from the boy, as she felt the inflicted verbal hurt that had been flung at her from just a boy. A boy had said those words to her and she couldn't help but feel... Less human and more like a ghost, a ghost of what was once a human being.
She shouldn't be here? Should she just be dead? Not exist at all? While it was true that she could no longer marry, that the option had been ripped out of her hands as she was locked in a room for months, only to carry a child that she would literally die for, it didn't mean that those words didn't hurt. Her form flickered for a moment as her appearance began to change from that of her human appearance to her ghostly appearance as hurt crossed her features. Her black mane paled until it was nothing but a shade of white, her deep blue eyes, paled as well until they were an ice blue colour. Her sundress paled to a colour of white and billowed out from her form as the colour red, stained the front of her dress. It started from her mid section and the stain moved downwards, spreading out along the dress until it reached the hem, where it now covered her bare feet. "I guess... I guess I should leave then." She whispered as she turned to leave. It was obvious that the boy no longer wanted her company, if at all.
OOCOh sure ya did! xD
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