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Post by Pina on Feb 21, 2008 10:01:05 GMT -5
*She was still frowning, but she nodded.*
"Thought what? Julian, are you sure you're alright?"
*She narrowed her eyes, not ready to believe him.*
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Post by Erik on Feb 21, 2008 10:24:07 GMT -5
*Erik turned, his heart rising with elation at the sound of their voice.
There they were. His family. Only, like everyone else, they could not see him. He hovered before them, silent for a long moment, just drinking in the sight of them. Pina... she'd grown. She was almost a woman. Erik felt unaccountably proud of the two of them, standing together. His.
Only... what was he?*
Julian! *his thoughts shouted.* Julian, please... hear Erik. He is here, before you.
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Post by Julian on Feb 22, 2008 8:13:02 GMT -5
*Julian's lips had parted to answer Pina, but then he heard it again. Mother's voice. But he couldn't see him, before him or not. He blinked several times, just to make sure.*
Mother...I hear you, but you...I cannot see you. But I...I feel you. But something is different. What has happened?
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Post by Erik on Feb 22, 2008 11:25:45 GMT -5
*Desperately, Erik reached for Julian, but naturally his hand slid right through. How reversed their positions were!*
Julian... my love... something has happened to Erik. He is... he is a ghost, though he does not remember dying. No one can hear him, or see him. But you.
*The relief he felt that Julian could hear him, at least, should have been overwhelming. But it was small comfort. Though comfort it was.*
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Post by Julian on Feb 23, 2008 8:03:22 GMT -5
((Sorry Renn, Julian has his mother's focus. He doesn't mean to ignore her.))
*Julian's brow furrowed.*
Perhaps the spell. The one that turned me back. Perhaps it infected you or went wrong somehow?
*The thought that he could have done this - upset his mother so, even unintentionally - filled him with regret and guilt.*
I am sorry. What can I do?
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Post by Erik on Feb 23, 2008 13:22:31 GMT -5
*Julian's agitation seemed all the more potent in his incorporeal state.*
No. Do not blame yourself. That you can hear Erik... it is a comfort.
*He reached out for Julian again, fruitlessly.*
Erik is frightened.
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Post by Pina on Feb 23, 2008 14:16:49 GMT -5
*Pina watched Julian, with a confused frown on her face. It looked like he was in some sort of trance or something. Could it have been because he tried to use his magic?*
"Julian? Are you okay? What's going on?"
*She gently nudged his arm.*
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Post by Julian on Feb 25, 2008 6:41:55 GMT -5
*His heart ached terribly. Julian couldn't bear the thought of his mother afraid. As Pina broke his focus, he blinked and looked to her.*
"It's Mother...I mean Erik. He's here, he's here, the Angel of Death! and something is wrong. Can you not hear him?"
*He looked back to the empty space in front of him.*
Come closer. Be with me. Take what comfort you might from me.
*He lifted his hand in offering.*
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Post by Pina on Feb 25, 2008 6:43:55 GMT -5
*She frowned uncertainly, looking at him as if perhaps he'd gone a bit mad. Well, more so than usual.*
"Wh-what? Julian, I don't hear anybody. There's no one there."
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Post by Erik on Feb 25, 2008 12:04:25 GMT -5
*Erik stared at Julian uncertainly. What comfort could he take? What could Julian give? Still, he raised his own hand in a mirror of Julian's gesture.*
To be apart... To be invisible... It was never like this even when Erik lurked, unseen, in the shadows.
*That had been intentional.
His hand--his sense of his hand--passed into Julian's. And for the first time since this had happened, Erik felt something. Nearly physical. A tingle, much like... He realized it was just like the feeling he got from touching Julian, with the sensation of skin-on-skin removed.
It was the distilled current between them. He nearly moaned with the delight of it.*
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Post by Julian on Feb 25, 2008 13:08:55 GMT -5
*Julian was lost to Pina, only focusing on Erik as they touched in the empty space before him. He gasped and a small smile peeked in the corner of his worried expression.*
Yes...see? You are not lost. Not to me.
*His smile widened slightly.*
((Poor Pina, he really doesn't mean to ignore you. *hugs*))
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Post by Erik on Feb 25, 2008 14:26:14 GMT -5
((Likewise, Pina--Erik's preoccupied. Not to mention habitually self-centered. We'll see you soon.))
*A wave of relief passed through Erik, suffusing him.*
You can... feel Erik?
*He knew Julian could, looking at his face. He pushed harder, through Julian's arm, attempting greater contact, greater sensation. He wasn't sure what he was looking for.*
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Post by Julian on Feb 25, 2008 22:09:20 GMT -5
*Julian nuzzled the air in front of him, his eyes shutting as he did so, willing Erik to be with him however he could.*
I can. Always. Just be with me.
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Post by Erik on Feb 25, 2008 23:11:55 GMT -5
Always, *Erik repeated. The space where Julian was felt thicker to Erik than the air. But it felt like home. Seized with sudden inspiration, Erik moved to match his left hand with Julian's.
They were of a size, after all. When Erik had hands.
He edged back, attempting to merge somehow with Julian. Not really sure of his intent. Just... to be closer. To be.*
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Post by Julian on Feb 25, 2008 23:22:07 GMT -5
*Julian gasped softly at the foreign sensation of Erik inside him. Well...like this. He would never want this, his mother afraid, intangible and helpless, but there was something...intriguing about it. He shuddered gently as their forms began to align.*
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