It was one of the universe's cosmic jokes that only the worst of the freaks of this world like fae and werewolves were the ones most predisposed to be able to see ghosts. Somewhere, the universe was laughing at how Rorschach's life after death had gone thus far.
He has two options as he stands there, leather gloves curled up tight subconsciously into fists. After all, some fae eat ghosts. (Though the last one that had tried to do that to Rorschach had learned why the small ghost was not to be messed with.) He could just remain sullen and quiet until Eames got to where he was going. Or he could actually acknowledge the fae lord. The only answer Eames gets is a tip of the hat and a growly "Hurm" from the ghost.
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He has two options as he stands there, leather gloves curled up tight subconsciously into fists. After all, some fae eat ghosts. (Though the last one that had tried to do that to Rorschach had learned why the small ghost was not to be messed with.) He could just remain sullen and quiet until Eames got to where he was going. Or he could actually acknowledge the fae lord. The only answer Eames gets is a tip of the hat and a growly "Hurm" from the ghost.