Simon's been watching the world for the last several days, unable to interact with it. Unable to do much of anything, really. He's had to watch as people he loved and cared about came to the wall to mourn him and left him unable to comfort them. The worst had been his thoroughly unsupernatural parents, who hadn't been able to feel his presence at all.
And now Sirius, the only other shapeshifter he could call a friend, is at what basically amounts to his graveside. Talking to him. Does he...?
Simon feels tired, so very tired, but he ignores it. He puts all his energy into the small stain on the pavement that was what was left of his blood seeping out onto the cement and focuses on it as hard as he could. His first attempt is only enough to create a small breeze, ruffling Sirius' hair a bit, but then...
A colorless figure crouches against the wall. He's a bit fuzzy and out of focus, and when he speaks he sounds like he's coming from far away, but he is definitely Simon.
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Simon's been watching the world for the last several days, unable to interact with it. Unable to do much of anything, really. He's had to watch as people he loved and cared about came to the wall to mourn him and left him unable to comfort them. The worst had been his thoroughly unsupernatural parents, who hadn't been able to feel his presence at all.
And now Sirius, the only other shapeshifter he could call a friend, is at what basically amounts to his graveside. Talking to him. Does he...?
Simon feels tired, so very tired, but he ignores it. He puts all his energy into the small stain on the pavement that was what was left of his blood seeping out onto the cement and focuses on it as hard as he could. His first attempt is only enough to create a small breeze, ruffling Sirius' hair a bit, but then...
A colorless figure crouches against the wall. He's a bit fuzzy and out of focus, and when he speaks he sounds like he's coming from far away, but he is definitely Simon.
"You can see me?"