08-04-2018, 05:20 PM
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Rey didn't know how the hell he wound up this way, not alive but not dead either, and it was never like him to go halfway. It would be slightly simpler if his husband weren't a stubborn mule of a dog who denied any attempts by people to point out Rey's existence, though if he did eventually believe what he was told, he had no way of confirming it. He couldn't see Rey at all. It would be worse for him to actively search for Rey, to yearn for that possibility when he deserved better than to chase after ghosts. Rey couldn't even decide himself if he wanted this, if wandering forever as the unheard, unseen shadow at his husband's back was a form of torture he could withstand. There were so many times he caught himself in the middle of an attempt to touch Dempsey, so many miserable moments of desperately wishing he could tell him it was okay.
He had nowhere else to go, though, and no other place he would rather be, even if it meant Dempsey couldn't know he was there.
"You're so filthy." The leopon could go easily where Dempsey couldn't, which was only partially a result of his intangibility as a spirit. He'd always managed to be a bit more graceful in cramped spaces, thanks to his feline reflexes. "Always had a head for messes." Rey took his place next to Dempsey, pretending he could feel his warmth, that he could feel anything. Dealing with his own fruitless desires made this state so much worse than it might be if he didn't yearn as deeply as he did.
Rey didn't know how the hell he wound up this way, not alive but not dead either, and it was never like him to go halfway. It would be slightly simpler if his husband weren't a stubborn mule of a dog who denied any attempts by people to point out Rey's existence, though if he did eventually believe what he was told, he had no way of confirming it. He couldn't see Rey at all. It would be worse for him to actively search for Rey, to yearn for that possibility when he deserved better than to chase after ghosts. Rey couldn't even decide himself if he wanted this, if wandering forever as the unheard, unseen shadow at his husband's back was a form of torture he could withstand. There were so many times he caught himself in the middle of an attempt to touch Dempsey, so many miserable moments of desperately wishing he could tell him it was okay.
He had nowhere else to go, though, and no other place he would rather be, even if it meant Dempsey couldn't know he was there.
"You're so filthy." The leopon could go easily where Dempsey couldn't, which was only partially a result of his intangibility as a spirit. He'd always managed to be a bit more graceful in cramped spaces, thanks to his feline reflexes. "Always had a head for messes." Rey took his place next to Dempsey, pretending he could feel his warmth, that he could feel anything. Dealing with his own fruitless desires made this state so much worse than it might be if he didn't yearn as deeply as he did.
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BUT EVEN WHEN ONE IS DEAD AND GONE [color=transparent]———–
[ IT STILL TAKES TWO TO MAKE A HOUSE A HOME ]
[ IT STILL TAKES TWO TO MAKE A HOUSE A HOME ]
REY. MEMBER/GHOST OF TANGLEWOOD. GHOSTLY LEOPON. ½ DEMO. TAGS [color=transparent]———