05-03-2009, 07:06 PM
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His name was spoken and the young man lifted his head even more, eyes falling on Laurent's face. "Rusalki shows me lots of things..." He tried to explain quietly, confused. He wasn't entirely certain whether Laurent was awake enough to really understand what he was saying or what was going on. It just seemed like sleepy rambling, but the sadness in his lover's face and the way he moved his eyes away scared the young man. Laurent was supposed to be happy to see him again, happy that he had gotten well and that they had been reunited. The only thing preventing that, that he could think of, was that something had happened to Laurent while he was away.
His next words both surprised and left Jasper confused. He was dead? How did it happen and when? It didn't make sense, though the more that he thought about it, the more convinced he had become. How did someone know that they were dead? Rusalki seemed to know, but maybe someone had told him also. "R-really?" He asked quietly, confused. "Am I haunting you?" Maybe he had died a very short time ago and had found Laurent only because he was meant to haunt him. Fighting off the confusion and the many thoughts that filled his head, he lifted a single hand to touch himself on the chest. Solid. From there he moved that hand, aiming for Laurent's leg. Instead of going right through, though, his hand landed on top of Laurent's leg, fingers feeling the softness of his fur and the warmth that his body gave off. From what he had experienced with Rusalki, he was fairly certain that ghosts weren't supposed to be able to do that.
His name was spoken and the young man lifted his head even more, eyes falling on Laurent's face. "Rusalki shows me lots of things..." He tried to explain quietly, confused. He wasn't entirely certain whether Laurent was awake enough to really understand what he was saying or what was going on. It just seemed like sleepy rambling, but the sadness in his lover's face and the way he moved his eyes away scared the young man. Laurent was supposed to be happy to see him again, happy that he had gotten well and that they had been reunited. The only thing preventing that, that he could think of, was that something had happened to Laurent while he was away.
His next words both surprised and left Jasper confused. He was dead? How did it happen and when? It didn't make sense, though the more that he thought about it, the more convinced he had become. How did someone know that they were dead? Rusalki seemed to know, but maybe someone had told him also. "R-really?" He asked quietly, confused. "Am I haunting you?" Maybe he had died a very short time ago and had found Laurent only because he was meant to haunt him. Fighting off the confusion and the many thoughts that filled his head, he lifted a single hand to touch himself on the chest. Solid. From there he moved that hand, aiming for Laurent's leg. Instead of going right through, though, his hand landed on top of Laurent's leg, fingers feeling the softness of his fur and the warmth that his body gave off. From what he had experienced with Rusalki, he was fairly certain that ghosts weren't supposed to be able to do that.