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[May 8, 2008][Original][Spirit of Belligerence]
TITLE: Spirit of Belligerence
DAY/THEME: 05/08; "You know that ghost is me"
SERIES: Original
CHARACTER/PAIRING: unnamed 2; n/a
RATING: PG?
I silently watched them argue from the sidelines. I clenched my fists in an attempt to keep myself from running to the group to make them see some sense, knowing that it would accomplish nothing but entertaining her. She was fairly amused already, a sneer marring her lovely face (or at least I used to think it was lovely). I wasn't physically there, anyway.
I guess... in a sense I was. I glanced over at where "I" stood -- the one who was there when this argument took place. I had been silent then, too. I had tried to speak a few times, but was overridden each time until I didn't even try anymore. If only I had.
I saw a faint shape moving amongst the people who were arguing. I hadn't seen it when the argument had happened, but I could see it now. The more it swirled and twined, the louder and more forceful the dispute became. I frowned and glanced at the woman beside me.
Well, I'd meant to glance, but I ended up staring. She was grinning in a maliciously delighted way as she turned her face to me. Her hand crept onto my shoulder and she slowly leaned into me until her mouth was next to my ear.
A shiver ran down my spine as she breathed, "You know that ghost is me."
Comments, constructive criticisms, etc. will be appreciated. Thanks.
DAY/THEME: 05/08; "You know that ghost is me"
SERIES: Original
CHARACTER/PAIRING: unnamed 2; n/a
RATING: PG?
I silently watched them argue from the sidelines. I clenched my fists in an attempt to keep myself from running to the group to make them see some sense, knowing that it would accomplish nothing but entertaining her. She was fairly amused already, a sneer marring her lovely face (or at least I used to think it was lovely). I wasn't physically there, anyway.
I guess... in a sense I was. I glanced over at where "I" stood -- the one who was there when this argument took place. I had been silent then, too. I had tried to speak a few times, but was overridden each time until I didn't even try anymore. If only I had.
I saw a faint shape moving amongst the people who were arguing. I hadn't seen it when the argument had happened, but I could see it now. The more it swirled and twined, the louder and more forceful the dispute became. I frowned and glanced at the woman beside me.
Well, I'd meant to glance, but I ended up staring. She was grinning in a maliciously delighted way as she turned her face to me. Her hand crept onto my shoulder and she slowly leaned into me until her mouth was next to my ear.
A shiver ran down my spine as she breathed, "You know that ghost is me."
Comments, constructive criticisms, etc. will be appreciated. Thanks.