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@deadhunts 
            
            “ mhm. Plenty. “ She’d pull a small package out of her clutch, handing it to the woman. “Here you go.”

@prettysmilings ㅤ━ད˚ ❤︎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤperhaps  i do, do  you  have  any? 

“ it’s .. okay, do you need a bandaid? “

@deadhunts 
            
            ⁽  his  green  eyes  fall  immediately  and  he  nods,  it'll  never  be  the  same  as  when  he  was  alive.  for  either  of  them. reid  leaned  into  her  hand,  his  skin  cold  and  unforgiving. ⁾  i  know.. i  tried  to  hang  on.  but  i  couldn't.

@ghcsttown ㅤ━ད˚ ❤︎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤyet..  it's  never  the  same  as  it  was  when  you  were..  alive. ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ(      the       words       left       a       bitter       taste       on       her       tongue,       her       voice       cracking       under       the       weight       of       them.       her       hand       trembled       as       she       reached       up,       fingertips       brushing       his       cheek       with       a       tenderness       that       barely       held       itself       together.       )

@deadhunts 
            
            ⁽ if  it  was  possible  reid  would  have  cried   too,  he  had..  in  his  last  moments  alive.  it  was  one  of  the  things  he  remembered  before  he  passed  on.  his  heart  slowing  down,  the  sound  of  the  monitor  flat  lining  then  the  rest  was  quite  literally  an  out  of  body  experience. ⁾  i  miss  you  too,  but  im  right  here,  vivi.

@deadhunts 
            
            ⁽  several  things about  him  has  changed  now  that  he  was  a  spirit,  when  he  was  alive  he  did  things  with  more  drive  and  energy.  he  lit  up every  room  he  was  in.  but  now  he  was  a  shell  of  who  he  used  to  be. ⁾  i  am  getting  better,  i  didn't  break  anything  this  time.

@ghcsttown  ㅤ━ད˚ ❤︎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ(       Ivy       watched       him       with       a       soft,       proud       smile,       arms       loosely       crossed       over       her       chest.       Affection       shimmered       in       her       eyes       as       warmth       bloomed       in       her       heart—he       still       lit       up       over       the       smallest       things,       even       something       as       simple       as       moving       objects.       It       was       foolish,       innocent...       and       achingly       beautiful.       )‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤyou  goof. 

@deadhunts 
            
            ⁽ it  was  kind  of  silly  to  be  excited  about  doing  something  so  simple  but  for  him  it  was  big.  immediately  he  carries  the  object  into  the  living  room  and  places  it  down  with  care. ⁾

@ghcsttown ㅤ━ད˚ ❤︎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤreid.. it  hurts.  it  hurts  so  much.  being  away  from  you.. ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ(       she       whispered       into       the       hollow       of       his       neck,       her       voice       fragile       and       trembling—so       unlike       the       fiery       girl       she       once       was.       the       ache       in       her       chest       deepened,       sharp       and       suffocating,       until       it       felt       less       like       sorrow       and       more       like       pain       carved       into      bone.       ) 

@deadhunts 
            
            ⁽  his  head  rests  against  her  shoulder  and  he  feels  her  warmth  against  him.  the  warmth  of  life,  something  that  in  a  way  he  was  jealous  of.  how  he  wished  he  had  one  more  chance  to  be  alive  with  her.  was  it  really  good  for  her  to  hold  onto  a ghost .ᐣ  regardless  of  this  he  clung  to  her  attempting  to  soak  up  her  warmth. ⁾

@ghcsttown ㅤ━ད˚ ❤︎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ(       her       slender       arms       moved       slowly,       wrapping       around       his       ghostly       form—strangely       warm,       almost       human.       she       pulled       him       down       onto       the       bed       beside       her,       clutching       him       tightly,       as       if       holding       on       could       keep       him       from       slipping       away       again.      )

@ghcsttown ㅤ━ད˚ ❤︎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ(       though       she       remained       composed,       there       was       an       undeniable,       faint       flush       of       red       that       betrayed       her       resolve,       painting       her       cheeks       in       a       way       she       couldn't       quite       control.       ) ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤa—  actually, i  do  see  you, why  are  you  standing  so  far?  |:  i  don't  bite   you  know.

@deadhunts
            
            you ..  can't  see  me .ᐣ  ⁽  the  frown  in  his  voice  could  almost  be  heard. ⁾  i  can  see  you..  and  you  look  gorgeous.   

@ghcsttown ㅤ━ད˚ ❤︎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤshit—  yes.  yes  i  can.   .. but  i  can't  see  you, reid.

✧‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤthen she met him. he made her feel like she was more than a weapon. for a while, ivy believed in softness again—until he died. violently. unnaturally.  now, his soul follows her.  like a ghost. like a wound that won’t close. sometimes she sees him in mirrors. sometimes he whispers her name in dreams, sometimes he'd suddenly appear beside her, she doesn’t know if he’s warning her, protecting her… or blaming her.

✧‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ she didn't hesitate to take  on the cases others won’t—haunted asylums, cursed objects, missing people swallowed by shadows. she still carries her father’s blade, though she’d never admit it means anything. she might not believe in happy endings, but she believes in justice—even if she has to burn down a few walls to get it.

✧‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤby the time she was a teenager, ivy was already skilled with weapons, sigils, and the lore of what goes bump in the night. but she was also angry. not just at the monsters, but at the world, at her father, and sometimes—quietly—at herself. she was taught to hunt, not to feel.