#166 - Do You Believe In Ghosts
I used to think ghosts were complete rubbish. No, seriously. Ghosts? There’s a lot of crazy things in the world that need to be explained, and I don’t get why the explanations of ‘ghosts’ needs to be one of them. Plus, they aren’t even real.
Or at least, so I thought until the other day, when I ran into one.
Okay, so I didn’t actually run into one as, you know. Ghosts are see-through and transparent and you can walk right through them. Plus, this was an online encounter, and I’m pretty sure you don’t “run into” anything on line.
Oh, and I doubt real ghosts - if ghosts are real, of course - often cruise around on livejournal. But, I could be wrong.
But this ‘ghost’ of mine was a person I used to know. A woman. A darling, fascinating woman who held my heart in her magical little hand.
But I thought she was dead. And gone. Gone and dead.
But then I came across her, so she must be a ghost, right?
And of course that woman I’m speaking of is Wanda Maximoff. (Known as daughter_of_m around here.) The light of my life and my Sugar Plum Fairy Queen. Alive and…well, not exactly well.
She doesn’t remember me. ME! Her Toady. It was as if I never existed to her! I didn’t disgust or revolt her, she never insulted me, didn’t know she used to call me Toady (a term of endearment, I’m sure), and she didn’t even try to bitch-slap me once!!
So, what are ghosts? Basically, aren’t they supposed to be an echo someone leaves behind as they are unable to pass on? And don’t they act and talk all differently then the once did?
Well, my Old Wanda is gone, and this New Wanda is different.
Wanda is an echo of her former self. A ghost.
And my heart breaks again.
Fandom: Misc comics/X-men
Muse: Toad/Mortimer Toynbee
Words: 315
Or at least, so I thought until the other day, when I ran into one.
Okay, so I didn’t actually run into one as, you know. Ghosts are see-through and transparent and you can walk right through them. Plus, this was an online encounter, and I’m pretty sure you don’t “run into” anything on line.
Oh, and I doubt real ghosts - if ghosts are real, of course - often cruise around on livejournal. But, I could be wrong.
But this ‘ghost’ of mine was a person I used to know. A woman. A darling, fascinating woman who held my heart in her magical little hand.
But I thought she was dead. And gone. Gone and dead.
But then I came across her, so she must be a ghost, right?
And of course that woman I’m speaking of is Wanda Maximoff. (Known as daughter_of_m around here.) The light of my life and my Sugar Plum Fairy Queen. Alive and…well, not exactly well.
She doesn’t remember me. ME! Her Toady. It was as if I never existed to her! I didn’t disgust or revolt her, she never insulted me, didn’t know she used to call me Toady (a term of endearment, I’m sure), and she didn’t even try to bitch-slap me once!!
So, what are ghosts? Basically, aren’t they supposed to be an echo someone leaves behind as they are unable to pass on? And don’t they act and talk all differently then the once did?
Well, my Old Wanda is gone, and this New Wanda is different.
Wanda is an echo of her former self. A ghost.
And my heart breaks again.
Fandom: Misc comics/X-men
Muse: Toad/Mortimer Toynbee
Words: 315