Original: "Fair Weather." Slash
AhahahHAHAHA. This quarter is going to drive me over the edge and into the deep end, I swear.
Anyway, this week's snuggle and next week's snuggle are related (once you read it, you'll realize I've simply gone ahead and written the snuggle I'm guessing would be asked for based on past experience), and then after that you guys will get more of the Home for Imagined Beings that you seem to want for some reason ;)
Yeah, so modern fantasy seems to have grabbed hold of me. Which is slightly annoying, because I keep sitting through class trying to figure out if ghosts can touch each other or take off their clothes (their own, but I guess each other's could be relevant), and if they could switch clothes with each other or other ghosts and if there might not be a store for those who know about it where you can get more ghosty clothes and how ghosts would get them if they were stuck haunting certain places and if you end up haunting other things, like cars maybe and...well, it's just a really long list of things that never end up being relevant to my story but that I spend way too much time thinking about anyway. XP
Enough of this nonsense. On with the snuggle. This was written for theme 11: Desecrate.
Summary: Huey has known Spiro for decades, but he still can't say he think this will go well.
Huey was nail-bitingly nervous, but he thought he probably had the right to be, even if he didn't have nails that were strictly corporeal to bite. Or, if it came to it, teeth with which to bite. After fifty years as a ghost, he still sometimes forgot about those sorts of things.
He wondered if that would become easier when he got to be as old as Spiro, the ghost that haunted the small parish church on the lot adjacent to his. Spiro had been here for longer than him, having nearly a century on him, though time for ghosts was a rather tenuous concept. Spiro had been present when the church had gone up, though, and the original construct that still stood certainly showed their age.
The sun was approaching its zenith, but that only bothered him because it meant everything would be going through very soon, and he would be able to see Spiro’s reaction for himself. The church’s current minister stood in the doorway, shielding his eyes against the bright sun. Luke probably couldn’t see him from there, with the light blazing through Huey’s faint outline, but he waved in the ghost’s direction.
Huey waved back for form’s sake, then went back to wringing his non-corporeal hands. If he tried, they’d pass through each other, but if he relaxed just a little he probably wouldn’t accidentally end up with his wrists locked together. Again.
He snapped to attention as he saw a car pull up past the fairgrounds that were his own territory, and stopped at the edge of the church’s property. Brian stepped out of the car, the owner of these fairgrounds and one of Huey’s few friends. He waved at the fence where he knew Huey would be waiting, a sheaf of papers tucked under his arm as he made his way around to the back of the church.
Huey smirked to himself as Luke lit up briefly, before tamping it down as Brian started talking to him. If this first part of his plan worked out, getting Brian to man up and ask Luke out already was definitely the second part. Luke had adapted remarkably well to having a ghost in his church and with helping to hook him up with the ghost next door, and Brian had been more than a little smitten with him even before that.
If he still had a heart, it would probably be pounding, and he thought he could still feel the phantom beats as Luke turned his head to talk to someone within the church. At this point in the day, it could only be Spiro.
Huey could see Spiro’s faint outline as he squeezed past Luke, before it dropped down to a shimmer that slowly approached him. “Heya, Spir.” He grinned as he leaned against the opting in the fence casually.
“Huey,” Spiro greeted distractedly, looking over his shoulder at the two living humans. “Do you know what it going on? Luke has been acting secretive and that is most unlike him. I have asked, but he acts as though I am unreasonable to be suspicious. Has Brian confided anything to you?”
Huey hummed awkwardly for a moment, but before he had to find someway to divert the conversation, a strange feeling shivered though him and the faint pressure that designated the edge of his territory which he could not pass disappeared from between he and Spiro.
He smiled nervously, watching as Spiro stiffened, obviously having felt it too. “What was that?” the older ghost asked carefully.
Old habits dying hard, Huey swallowed. Not quite answering, he asked, “Did you know the church’s lands have changed over the years?” He nodded anxiously to himself, starting to wring his hands again. “They used to own the whole block, though they never got around to building on all of it. So I - I mean, Luke and Brian - I mean all of us - that is, we -” Huey paused abruptly and shook himself. “They helped me to get the fairgrounds reclassified as the church’s grounds.”
“There were several long moments of silence. “Why?” Spiro finally managed, one of his hands rising - seemingly unconsciously - to reach forward where the barrier had been, at least for the handful of decades that Huey had haunted these fairgrounds.
Huey had a very nice speech worked out, tested beforehand on a very amused Brian. He remembered none of it as he said, “I wanted to take you on the Ferris wheel.”
It wasn’t possible for ghosts to blush, but he thought if they could, that might be what Spiro was doing right then. The older ghost reached forward toward Huey again, finally crossing those last few inches to make contact with his arm.
Huey nearly jumped, the feeling almost entirely foreign, a soft barrier that stopped any further movement. In the sunlight, he could only just make out the smile that Spiro had directed at him as his hand slid down to link fingers with Huey, stepping forward so that he stood with his toes touching the line where the barrier had been and leaning in a little. “I’d like that.”
Anyway, this week's snuggle and next week's snuggle are related (once you read it, you'll realize I've simply gone ahead and written the snuggle I'm guessing would be asked for based on past experience), and then after that you guys will get more of the Home for Imagined Beings that you seem to want for some reason ;)
Yeah, so modern fantasy seems to have grabbed hold of me. Which is slightly annoying, because I keep sitting through class trying to figure out if ghosts can touch each other or take off their clothes (their own, but I guess each other's could be relevant), and if they could switch clothes with each other or other ghosts and if there might not be a store for those who know about it where you can get more ghosty clothes and how ghosts would get them if they were stuck haunting certain places and if you end up haunting other things, like cars maybe and...well, it's just a really long list of things that never end up being relevant to my story but that I spend way too much time thinking about anyway. XP
Enough of this nonsense. On with the snuggle. This was written for theme 11: Desecrate.
Summary: Huey has known Spiro for decades, but he still can't say he think this will go well.
Huey was nail-bitingly nervous, but he thought he probably had the right to be, even if he didn't have nails that were strictly corporeal to bite. Or, if it came to it, teeth with which to bite. After fifty years as a ghost, he still sometimes forgot about those sorts of things.
He wondered if that would become easier when he got to be as old as Spiro, the ghost that haunted the small parish church on the lot adjacent to his. Spiro had been here for longer than him, having nearly a century on him, though time for ghosts was a rather tenuous concept. Spiro had been present when the church had gone up, though, and the original construct that still stood certainly showed their age.
The sun was approaching its zenith, but that only bothered him because it meant everything would be going through very soon, and he would be able to see Spiro’s reaction for himself. The church’s current minister stood in the doorway, shielding his eyes against the bright sun. Luke probably couldn’t see him from there, with the light blazing through Huey’s faint outline, but he waved in the ghost’s direction.
Huey waved back for form’s sake, then went back to wringing his non-corporeal hands. If he tried, they’d pass through each other, but if he relaxed just a little he probably wouldn’t accidentally end up with his wrists locked together. Again.
He snapped to attention as he saw a car pull up past the fairgrounds that were his own territory, and stopped at the edge of the church’s property. Brian stepped out of the car, the owner of these fairgrounds and one of Huey’s few friends. He waved at the fence where he knew Huey would be waiting, a sheaf of papers tucked under his arm as he made his way around to the back of the church.
Huey smirked to himself as Luke lit up briefly, before tamping it down as Brian started talking to him. If this first part of his plan worked out, getting Brian to man up and ask Luke out already was definitely the second part. Luke had adapted remarkably well to having a ghost in his church and with helping to hook him up with the ghost next door, and Brian had been more than a little smitten with him even before that.
If he still had a heart, it would probably be pounding, and he thought he could still feel the phantom beats as Luke turned his head to talk to someone within the church. At this point in the day, it could only be Spiro.
Huey could see Spiro’s faint outline as he squeezed past Luke, before it dropped down to a shimmer that slowly approached him. “Heya, Spir.” He grinned as he leaned against the opting in the fence casually.
“Huey,” Spiro greeted distractedly, looking over his shoulder at the two living humans. “Do you know what it going on? Luke has been acting secretive and that is most unlike him. I have asked, but he acts as though I am unreasonable to be suspicious. Has Brian confided anything to you?”
Huey hummed awkwardly for a moment, but before he had to find someway to divert the conversation, a strange feeling shivered though him and the faint pressure that designated the edge of his territory which he could not pass disappeared from between he and Spiro.
He smiled nervously, watching as Spiro stiffened, obviously having felt it too. “What was that?” the older ghost asked carefully.
Old habits dying hard, Huey swallowed. Not quite answering, he asked, “Did you know the church’s lands have changed over the years?” He nodded anxiously to himself, starting to wring his hands again. “They used to own the whole block, though they never got around to building on all of it. So I - I mean, Luke and Brian - I mean all of us - that is, we -” Huey paused abruptly and shook himself. “They helped me to get the fairgrounds reclassified as the church’s grounds.”
“There were several long moments of silence. “Why?” Spiro finally managed, one of his hands rising - seemingly unconsciously - to reach forward where the barrier had been, at least for the handful of decades that Huey had haunted these fairgrounds.
Huey had a very nice speech worked out, tested beforehand on a very amused Brian. He remembered none of it as he said, “I wanted to take you on the Ferris wheel.”
It wasn’t possible for ghosts to blush, but he thought if they could, that might be what Spiro was doing right then. The older ghost reached forward toward Huey again, finally crossing those last few inches to make contact with his arm.
Huey nearly jumped, the feeling almost entirely foreign, a soft barrier that stopped any further movement. In the sunlight, he could only just make out the smile that Spiro had directed at him as his hand slid down to link fingers with Huey, stepping forward so that he stood with his toes touching the line where the barrier had been and leaning in a little. “I’d like that.”