[ It's only a quiet whisper, part of the background noise of the graveyard unless one's particularly listening for it. The mohawk was easy to rationalize away when she was expecting someone half his size, but the other details are harder - little things, like their old channel, like wheelchairs and brothers and it doesn't feel real. It can't be real. But it has to be, because it all makes too much sense for it to be anyone else.
And she made him cry.
Something twists in her chest, and her normal excuses of 'it's better if they don't know' and 'they shouldn't need to mourn me twice' suddenly feel painfully hollow. She made him cry and she doesn't know how to fix it without revealing herself. Revealing herself means inevitably making it worse. Either path leads somewhere she doesn't want to go, but doing nothing is out of the question.
In tune with her distress, the temperature drops around the headstone. Several birds go nervously silent. Antsy ghosts aren't fun to be around, and few have Aradia's knack for accidental destruction. ]
I-- you're here. You're actually...
[ Captain Obvious, thy name is Aradia. Her first attempt at visually manifesting stutters like an old TV, all static and skipping grayscale as she regrets it halfway through her opening sentence, but it's too late now to completely back out. Mostly. She could try, but it's Tavros.
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And she made him cry.
Something twists in her chest, and her normal excuses of 'it's better if they don't know' and 'they shouldn't need to mourn me twice' suddenly feel painfully hollow. She made him cry and she doesn't know how to fix it without revealing herself. Revealing herself means inevitably making it worse. Either path leads somewhere she doesn't want to go, but doing nothing is out of the question.
In tune with her distress, the temperature drops around the headstone. Several birds go nervously silent. Antsy ghosts aren't fun to be around, and few have Aradia's knack for accidental destruction. ]
I-- you're here. You're actually...
[ Captain Obvious, thy name is Aradia. Her first attempt at visually manifesting stutters like an old TV, all static and skipping grayscale as she regrets it halfway through her opening sentence, but it's too late now to completely back out. Mostly. She could try, but it's Tavros.
There's lines she still won't cross. ]