Room #219, Friday late morning
Of course you can never manage to get haunted when you really want to be. Cordelia had been trying to lure Doyle out for the past 2 hours, wandering around her room, suddenly grateful that she no longer had a roommate, though she did miss borrowing Quinn's clothes.
She'd tried not doing anything at all, reading, calling for Doyle, begging for Doyle, crying, eating ice cream, napping, screaming, and frustrated exhaustion. None of it seemed to work.
So she moved on to what could be a bad idea, something she didn't know that well: magic.
Cordy started with the sand. She poured it in a circle around herself as she sat on the floor, concentrating. She lit four candles, one at each compass direction. And then she started panicking, because she realized that she didn't actually have a clue what she was doing.
Cordelia is one of the last people who should be attempting to summon a spirit, really. She checked the book that she had open in front of her, and with a deep breath, lit some incense.
"What are you doing?"
Cordelia yelped a little. "Doyle? What the hell? I hadn't even started the chant yet."
Doyle blinked at her. "Why are you using magic? Are you insane?"
"Shut up," Cordelia replied, standing up.
"You've gotten bossier, if that's even possible," Doyle said, smirking.
Cordy stepped out of the circle, towards Doyle. "Let's not talk about me. We're here to talk about you."
Doyle continued to smirk, and stepped closer to her. "I don't know about that," he said. "You've been tainted. How many is it you've been with since I died?"
She faltered for a moment, but managed to look him in the eyes. "Two. Logan and Alec. And there's someone else I think I might be interested in now," she said.
It seemed almost as if Doyle faded a bit for a moment, but then flickered back stronger than ever. "Slut."
Cordelia scoffed. "I hardly think that sleeping with two people in a year makes me a slut."
"Well you're wrong. After what I did for you. After I died for you, for the world. You wouldn't be around to fuck anyone if I hadn't have done that for you. You'd be dead just like me. So would your little boyfriends."
"I know you don't actually think like that, Doyle," Cordy said, stepping closer to him, so she was only a few inches away. "I know there's something going on in Fandom, and that you need to feed on my emotions. I know that you would want me to move on."
Doyle said nothing, staring at Cordelia, though it felt like he was staring through her.
"So I'm here to move on," she continued. "I did love you, and I'm truly sorry that I never found the time to tell you that when you were alive. I was still breaking down the years of barriers that I'd built up for myself. But it's time for you to move on, Doyle. So I'm going to help you do that."
With that, Cordelia leaned in to kiss the ghost of Doyle, honestly and sincerely. She stumbled forward when her lips didn't connect with anything, and Doyle was gone.
[[OOC: doors open if'n anyone wants to pop by!]]
She'd tried not doing anything at all, reading, calling for Doyle, begging for Doyle, crying, eating ice cream, napping, screaming, and frustrated exhaustion. None of it seemed to work.
So she moved on to what could be a bad idea, something she didn't know that well: magic.
Cordy started with the sand. She poured it in a circle around herself as she sat on the floor, concentrating. She lit four candles, one at each compass direction. And then she started panicking, because she realized that she didn't actually have a clue what she was doing.
Cordelia is one of the last people who should be attempting to summon a spirit, really. She checked the book that she had open in front of her, and with a deep breath, lit some incense.
"What are you doing?"
Cordelia yelped a little. "Doyle? What the hell? I hadn't even started the chant yet."
Doyle blinked at her. "Why are you using magic? Are you insane?"
"Shut up," Cordelia replied, standing up.
"You've gotten bossier, if that's even possible," Doyle said, smirking.
Cordy stepped out of the circle, towards Doyle. "Let's not talk about me. We're here to talk about you."
Doyle continued to smirk, and stepped closer to her. "I don't know about that," he said. "You've been tainted. How many is it you've been with since I died?"
She faltered for a moment, but managed to look him in the eyes. "Two. Logan and Alec. And there's someone else I think I might be interested in now," she said.
It seemed almost as if Doyle faded a bit for a moment, but then flickered back stronger than ever. "Slut."
Cordelia scoffed. "I hardly think that sleeping with two people in a year makes me a slut."
"Well you're wrong. After what I did for you. After I died for you, for the world. You wouldn't be around to fuck anyone if I hadn't have done that for you. You'd be dead just like me. So would your little boyfriends."
"I know you don't actually think like that, Doyle," Cordy said, stepping closer to him, so she was only a few inches away. "I know there's something going on in Fandom, and that you need to feed on my emotions. I know that you would want me to move on."
Doyle said nothing, staring at Cordelia, though it felt like he was staring through her.
"So I'm here to move on," she continued. "I did love you, and I'm truly sorry that I never found the time to tell you that when you were alive. I was still breaking down the years of barriers that I'd built up for myself. But it's time for you to move on, Doyle. So I'm going to help you do that."
With that, Cordelia leaned in to kiss the ghost of Doyle, honestly and sincerely. She stumbled forward when her lips didn't connect with anything, and Doyle was gone.
[[OOC: doors open if'n anyone wants to pop by!]]