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IT'S THE CIIIIIRCLE OF LIIIIIIIFE...except there's a dead guy

Jul 19, 2011 03:59

Who: sealbait and gotsomebadnoose and possibly thecorpsedaddy later
When: Sunday (July 17th), afternoon
Where: Undertaker's house, living room.
Summary: Veser is catching up on some TV with Lee and a childhood favorite happens to come on- cue waterworks and Lee discovering his ~special power~.
Warnings: None save for Veser's habitual swearing.

( Through despair and hope, through faith and love. )

veser amaker hatch, lee falun

Comments 3

gotsomebadnoose July 19 2011, 12:53:27 UTC

The days for Lee mainly consisted of drifting aimlessly through the house. It beat the alternative so he couldn't complain. Books were left out for him to read from. He'd take peeks at the newspaper that came every Sunday, but mostly, he'd watch outside. He wasn't much of a people watcher in the past, but in his current situation, there really wasn't much else to do (it took all his will power to not constantly hover over Veser's shoulder).

He hears the creaking of floorboards and the telltale thwump of a body flopping on a couch. Speak of the devil. Lee floats toward the sound, rising through the ground of the first floor, his presence punctuated by a brief haze of white noise on the television and an audible sigh. Feet. How many times...?

"I knew I heard a monster stomping around. What's up, Ves?"

sealbait July 19 2011, 21:07:48 UTC

Veser hardly reacted to the sudden hiss of static on the TV. Lee was always around the house, therefore something was always on the fritz. "Hey, Lee." He pulled up the tab on his soda, the beverage hissing softly before he took a long swig.

Not in the most talkative of moods, this one.

gotsomebadnoose July 22 2011, 03:22:33 UTC

Lee goes through the motions of taking a seat beside Ves, lounging back like he would have before he had died, sprawled on the couch with an arm over the top.

He watched the boy guzzle his drink, heralding the second coming of sweet cavity heaven. He could be the adult, that somewhat repetitive, droning not-quite-a-father that scolded his basically adopted kid over his choice of drink. Who was he kidding, he cared for Veser, maybe more than he let on. Enough to- enough to die for him and especially for her.

Not now. The ghost refocuses, doing what he always did, letting all the imperfections of their interactions slide away like a fleeting dream. The look of perpetual worry remained a constant, plastered on his face. He turns back to the screen and spies a familiar...lion?

"Is that the Lion King?"