[private] nothing but ghosts

[Agetta]

She lingers in the meadow because it is familiar.

It’s a taste of the world she once new, where she can still feel echoes of the lives she has lived before. Two of them, separate but entwined, and now here she is lingering on the precipice of a third. It would be easier, she thinks, just to die instead of half-living surrounded by so many younger generations but she’s no longer certain that is a possibility for her. She returned from the dead once, and maybe doing so did more than change her coat from coal to snow.

All Agetta has done for dozens of years is think, so she watches a dark shape moving in the meadow and decides to approach. Any sort of conversation is better than being on her own and she feels desperate not to spend any other moments in silence. However, as she gets closer, his orange eyes startle her, pushing out any witty conversation starters that might be lingering in her mind from decades as a diplomat and she comes to a stop.

They’re not frightening at all, but they are different enough that she finds them rather fascinating. It's not a colour you see often, even after a century.

“Hello.” She manages, once she’s realized she’s been standing there, rudely and quietly, for a moment longer than she should have been. Still, she hopes that she isn’t too late to have caught his attention – and her own midnight blue gaze watches him as she waits to see if she’s too much of a ghost to acknowledge today. 

Agetta

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alternate title is "is it necrophilia if we're both ghosts" but I GUESS that's too out of character for my dumdum here