Sorrow

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Sleepwalking by Katherine Boiarkina

The sun had set long ago. Sam walks into his office, the lights of the city seeping lazily through the silent black. He'd just returned from collecting someone— a middle-aged man, his home empty with a room where someone used to be, now filled with cardboard boxes and graduation photos, no ring on his finger. The drive back took an hour and thirty. 

His watch reads 10:45, and Sam turns the lights on in his office.

With it: a voice.

He half-startles. He tosses his head. There's a shadow in the corner that's not his, once obscured, now, with the lights on, obvious as a hole in the wall. He drops his hand from the switch, exasperated.

“Je-sus. Want to try knocking next time? Maybe ring first? Jesus!” he breathes, loud.

He'd recognized her, maybe, by voice, even if it came to him as though it echoed through a tunnel. Lucy has always been inexplicable. Lucy has never been a black smear sitting there like this is the most normal thing in the world, and Sam makes a sound halfway through the word what?

“I don't- What did you-” He stands, wordless, his face pulling at the offer of food. He flips his palms forward. “Can we get some perspective here?”

She stares at him, and while there are no eyes or really any visible turn of her head the knowledge is easily conveyed.

"Would that have made it better?" She askes, the dark shadows of her arms gesturing to her form, subtle, the shape of her continuing to make the movements obscure. "If it would I'll do it next time. Although, I think this will be the worst shock of it, right? Practice makes perfect and all."

"Is the perspective no Indian food? If so, I'm really opposed to that," she replies, half teasing. "Take a seat Sam." An office chair rolls to him, an offering to relax. "What's your order? They close soon. We can talk after we put it in, okay?"

@ghoulishundertakings from here

"It's good to see you too, Brendan," he responds with a grin, wiping his Louboutin oxfords on the mat before stepping inside. "I'd be flattered to think you chose Boston because of me, but I know better."

John has been avoiding ghosts at all costs for a very long time. On one hand he doesn't want to give himself away, on another he doesn't want to go through the emotions of recognizing some long-lost friend perpetually trying to drink a beer at the Green Dragon. He'd much rather pretend to be normal.

"I did." His voice is little more than a whisper. "She found me, actually. Seemed to be difficult for her, but she did." John's not interested in another fight and he does a very good job at not rolling his eyes at Brendan's dickish comment. "You don't think I'm going to be civil about this?"

He shuts the door behind them, tamping down on a response. They’re at his place now and if they get into it, it’ll be him footing the bills so, for the sake of his pocketbook and his sure to come headache, he’s giving himself space not to take every piece of bait.

“I did.” There’s a feeling he can’t mark in that response. He can’t tell if it’s horror or not. He certainly hopes it is, that’s what anyone with sense would feel, but Lucy wasn’t known for having a lot of sense and from his experience with her friends he can’t say any of them do either.

“Yeah, that’s what happens when something is trying to go against pretty much every rule in the book — it’s hard,” he scoffs, bitter as black coffee. “Look, as soon as I know what this is I’ll be able to answer that better. However, I’m a strong believer that past actions can indicate how current ones will go, so you’ll forgive me— or don’t, I don’t care — if I’m skeptical. What exactly is your goal in coming here?”

Sometimes he thinks it's funny that his encounters with the supernatural have been few and far between. Living in Boston, an old and arguably haunted-ish town, he figures he should have seen more apparitions. In fact, he would like to see more apparitions. Perhaps he could catch up with a few friends...

"It's alright." John's far too polite to ever admit if it's not. "Out of town?" he asks, the first of probably a thousand questions, but he's behaving and doing his best to focus on the parts of her that aren't currently falling apart. He's frozen to the spot, fists clenching and then unclenching as a means of dealing with his unease. If she wasn't partially bone and sinew, he would have been more apt to give her a hug. "It's good to see you alive, Lucida. I suppose that's all that matters."

"You heard me? How did you hear me?" Sure sometimes he did have a bit of a big mouth, but... Hopefully he hadn't been doing or saying anything embarrassing as she was tracking him down. Oh Lord...

She nods, testing another step past the door and closer to really being inside the home. "Yeah, not in Louisiana..." she paused, chewing over if that was really the right way to describe it. Maybe it is because their meetings were shorter, more sporadic despite how close they grew. Over time, over the country, no one spot had a solid hold for her. It is just him and his memory, and the version of her he knew. Which, if she looks in the mirror, may be younger than she expects. She feels very wide eyed, if not naive.

"Yes, it's hard to get out to places where I don't have a lot of people who remember."

There's a sharpness in her laugh that comes unbidden. "I'm not alive," she holds her hand up as if to prove her point. What she is she can't say these days either, but alive certainly doesn't fit the bill.

"Well, the same way anyone dead hears you. I think it's a little like a prayer for angels or gods. It filters through and finds the right spot more or less." Lucy can nearly see the thoughts flit behind his eyes as he tries to filter through everything he's has said to her. It's the same face Mal had when they met at her not-grave.

"It's good to see you too, by the way. I don't think I said that yet, right?"

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morning after starters

“  last night was nice.  ” “  lets do this again some time.  ” “  i’ll leave my number.  ” “  i gotta go, sorry.  ” “  can’t you at least stay for breakfast?  ” “  i’ll make coffee—don’t go anywhere.  ” “  next time, maybe i’ll buy you dinner first.  ” “  if we do this again you better buy me dinner first.  ” “  i don’t think my legs work again yet.  ” “  i don’t wanna get up.  ” “  no don’t move, it’s too cold outside the covers.  ” “  there’s no way i can hide these marks…  ” “  this was probably a mistake.  ” “  this can’t happen again.  ” “  you always say that, and yet we wind up right back here.  ” “  are you watching me sleep?  ” “  you look cute all frazzled like this.  ” “  why are you looking at me like that?  ” “  keep kissing me like that and we’re gonna end up back in bed.  ” “  something wrong? ” “  i’d stay if i could, i promise.  ” “  so if i put my number in your phone, you actually gonna text me? ” “  i made breakfast.  ” “  how do you take your coffee?  ” “  fuck! i’m late—  ” “  did you turn the alarm off?  ” “  if you don’t turn that alarm off i’m gonna throw it out the window.  ” “  i can’t find my shirt.  ” “  babe, we slept in.  ” “  i know you’re awake.  ” “  i’ll stay.  ” “  why don’t you stay?  ” “  i like waking up with you.  ” “  i like having you here at night.  ” “  you know, if you moved in we wouldn’t keep having to say goodbye like this.  ” “  so when are we gonna actually go on a real date?  ” “  do i smell bacon?  ” “  you made pancakes?  ” “  come on, come back to bed.  ” “  you weren’t there when i woke up.  ” “  i thought you left.  ” “  do you want me to go?  ” “  just let me sleep for five more minutes.  ” “  you’re really beautiful/handsome. even if you drool.  ” “  you talk in your sleep, ya know.  ”  

ACTIONS:  1. for one muse to surprise the other with breakfast in bed 2. for our muses to go another round in the morning 3. for your muse to join mine in the shower while getting ready for the day 4. for one muse to stop the other from trying to sneak away 5. for one muse to invite the other to spend the rest of the day with them  6. for one muse to convince the other to stay in bed the rest of the day 7. for our muses to have sex in the kitchen instead of finishing breakfast 8. for our muses to spoon 9. for one muse to wake up with morning wood  10. for one muse to wake the other up with oral  11. for lazy morning sex  12. for one muse to wake the other because they’re having a nightmare  13. for one muse to distract the other from getting ready by kissing/groping them 14. for one muse to kick the other out of their home  15. for our muses to wake with no recollection of the night before  

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