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Fisher Majors ([info]hearitbleed) wrote in [info]halcyon_halls,
@ 2008-10-25 23:52:00

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Entry tags:fisher, ita

Week Twenty- Sunday
Who: Fisher and Ita
What: Stirring up memories from the ashes
Where: The Caf
When: Dinner
Rating: PG 13

Fisher couldn't finish the salisbury steak, despite its deliciousness. He was too busy ignoring people. Halcyon Halls was actually a lot less crowded than Fisher had anticipated, as far as ghosts were concerned. He had expected... well actually he hadn't know what to expect, but the lack of scary peoples was a nice break. It was so strange to be in a place where he was knowingly protected from harm. Right now, though, he couldn't finish his meal because someone (a dead someone) was bothering the crap out of him. He didn't feel like being a messenger boy, but he had promised the old guy who'd paid his tuition that he would work on his abilities, maybe learn to control them.

Sighing moodily, Fisher got up from his table and brought his tray to the dish chute. He was trying to subtly get a look at whoever he had to bring news to. She was a very pretty girl, younger than him, although her eyes held much experience. Well, that wasn't surprising, considering the circumstances. Her brilliant blonde hair was swept over her shoulder. She was chatting happily with a few people. Fisher was a little jealous how comfortable she looked with them. It wasn't fair what he was about to do, but it had to be done. Apparently.

He walked up behind her, trying to make some noise so she would hear him coming. He cleared his throat. "Um, are you Ita?" he asked, his voice on the borderline between nervous and inconvenienced. He waited for the girl to face him before adding,"Can I talk to you? Like... over there?" He gestured vaguely toward the door. He'd done this a few times- delivered messages- and no one ever took it well. No sense in making a scene in front of these people. He could at least give her that dignity.

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[info]pheonixwaves
2008-10-26 10:45 am UTC (link)
Ita was enjoying her dinner-time socializing. She often changed tables several times so she could talk with different groups of friends, and tonight was no different. She'd just made up her favorite dessert - a brownie sundae, when someone approached the table. Looking up, she smiled at the strange young man. He looked sad, and she immediately wished she could do something to cheer him up.

"I am. Who are you?" Nodding, Ita got up to go talk with him. "What did you want to talk to me about?" She was certainly curious now.

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[info]hearitbleed
2008-10-26 06:56 pm UTC (link)
Once away from her friends, Fisher felt more secure in his decision to tear down Ita's world. "My name is Fisher," he told her. "And I know this is going to sound completely creepy and insane, but..." God, why did she have to look so happy? Totally unfair. "Your parents want me to talk to you," he blurted, his words coming out in a rush. "I know they're dead," he went on to explain. "I mean... I'm a medium, so I can see them and talk to them. And they wanted me to tell you some stuff for them."

Oh jeez, what did that look on her face mean? Was that a look of disbelief? Fisher looked over Ita's shoulder (where her father stood) and nodded. "You looked really beautiful in your prom dress," he said softly. "Your dad says that you looked like a princess, and he's really sorry that one of the most important nights of your life had to turn out that way."

Fisher shuffled his feet, not knowing what to say now. This was the part where the person he delivered a message to either walked away, started crying, or slapped him in the face. He hoped it was anything but the latter.

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[info]pheonixwaves
2008-10-26 07:25 pm UTC (link)
Ita did look happy. It was her natural state. As he began, she gave him a curious look, until he started about her parents, and then she stepped back, pulling her arms up close to her body. She looked terrified. He could see her parents? She looked around half expecting to see the horrifying image of the charred remains of her parents.

As he started talking about her parents, she couldn't keep it together. Not when he said the words her father had said. She burst into tears, her hand shakily covering her mouth. When Fisher said her dad was sorry, she shook her head, "N-no! He's not! It-it wasn't his fault! Someone stole them from me!" She started off quietly, but she shouted that last part. She started to sob, and the rage bubbled up inside of her. It wasn't really directed at Fisher, but he had brought up these memories. And when the water elemental became overly emotional, the water around her reacted accordingly. Already her hair was weighing down with the dampness in the air, and condensation appeared on the surfaces near her - the walls, floor. This was too much.

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[info]hearitbleed
2008-10-26 07:46 pm UTC (link)
Oh, Jesus shit Christ. This was going poorly. Fisher held out his hand, little bead of water forming on it. What the hell was going on? He knew Halcyon was full of strange people who could work strange magics, but was this girl making it rain inside? "It's okay," he assured her, though he didn't know that for sure. "Ita, calm down. They're not hurt or anything. They look really happy, actually. Your mom is... well, she's kinda crying because you're crying." He wiped his damp hand on his jeans, which were also a little damp.

"Look," he said, "can we at least go outside or something? Somewhere where we won't ruin a carpet?" He gave her a half-smile, anything to make her calm down. It didn't seem to be working.

"Stop it!" he demanded sharply. "Look, they've gone through a lot to be here and they want to talk to you, and you're ruining it!" He shoved his hands in his pockets. Being a messanger truly sucked. It required people skills, and Fisher didn't have people skills. He laughed at the wrong time and made inappropriate jokes and never said the right thing. "So you can either freak out like you're doing now, and be upset that they died, or you can shut up and talk to them now because you may never get to again." He took a few steps away, heading toward the main door and thusly outside. "So which is it?"

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[info]pheonixwaves
2008-10-26 07:57 pm UTC (link)
Ita did start to calm down, nodding and trying to calm her sobs, especially when he said her mother was crying because she was. His joke was inappropriate, but it made her smile, even through her tears. Still, she couldn't seem to stop crying, and her body was shaking slightly with the force of emotion.

His sharp words made her jump, and when he accused her of being ungrateful, she gasped a bit and took a step back. If he thought she would ever ruin a chance to be with her parents, he was an idiot. Very softly, she said, "You can't shut up and talk at the same time." And then she followed him quietly. She wished he wasn't her only connection to her parents - she would have soaked him through for being such an ass when she was already upset.

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[info]hearitbleed
2008-10-26 08:09 pm UTC (link)
Once Fisher got Ita outside, he sat down on the front steps and indicated she should do the same. "Actually," he informed her, "shutting up could be considered a way of communicating." He met her eyes, which were a pretty blue and wet with tears. "Your mom just said that, although she didn't say 'shutting up'. Verbatim, she said 'not speaking'. But you get the idea." Fisher looked out onto the school grounds, listening to Ita's parents as they gave him various messages to convey. The two of them were chattering like rabbits, so he gave them a minute to decide what they wanted to send.

"Um, firstly... they're really proud of you." He looked deeply into Ita's eyes, sort of driving the point home. He didn't want her to cry anymore, because there wasn't any need. Death wasn't a barrier, just a hurdle. "You mom says you've grown into the woman she always knew you would be." He looked past Ita, studying her mom carefully. Most people with deceased relatives liked hearing descriptions, to make sure their loved ones were still as they remembered them. "Her hair is really long," he said, "and her eyes look sad. But usually they look happy, like you did before I... said anything..." His voice trailed off.

Suddenly he jerked his shoulder, as though someone had just shoved him. "Oh, right. Okay. Your dad is grinning like a dope and wants to know if there's someone he needs to-" *quotation mark fingers* "have words with." Fisher smirked. "I guess he thinks you've been after some boy?"

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[info]pheonixwaves
2008-10-26 08:26 pm UTC (link)
His words surprised her, even more so when he explained her mother had said them. But pondering for a moment, she considered that her mother had often been a quiet woman. Beautiful, loving, and quietly graceful. Ita was more like her father.

Ita smiled widely when he said they were proud. It was probably the greatest thing he could have said from her parents. Even so, a few tears squeezed out - cuz she was so happy. "Oh, tell her not to be sad! I'm happy, really. She shouldn't be sad for me. If she is..." She hoped her mom was happy. As happy as she could be, having her life stolen from her, anyway. After a pause, Ita shook off the bitter taste she had concerning Fisher. Reaching out a hand to touch his shoulder, she offered softly, "I'm glad you did."

Chuckling, Ita had to blush. Her daddy always did try to scare the boys she liked. But it was in good fun. And if a boy couldn't take the ribbing, he wasn't worth her time. "Oh, well, there are a couple guys I like. There's this guy, Easton, but I don't think he sees me like that. And there's Kin, who's very sweet. I really like him." She didn't mention Xander - he was just a friend she liked to fool around with. She certainly hoped her parents hadn't been watching her that closely. That was kind of awkward. Suddenly, because she didn't know how long it would last, and she didn't want to miss her chance, she blurted, "Tell them I love them, and miss them. Please."

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[info]hearitbleed
2008-10-26 08:39 pm UTC (link)
Fisher knew that Ita's parents could hear her, because they were watching their daughter with quiet reverance. Ita's mom looked so happy. Well, happy and weepy. There was so much love and pride in those eyes, it kind of made Fisher jealous. His own mom would never look at him that way again, and it kind of sucked. When Ita reached out and touched his shoulder, though, he couldn't help but smile. He liked Ita already, even though she was the exact opposite of the kind of people he got along with. She was just so genuine, and that was so hard to come by these days. Everyone was a liar.

As Ita rattled off her potential love life, Fisher had to cover his mouth to hide the smile. Although she was actually communicating with her mom and dad, Ita seemed not to notice (or mind) that she was revealing her love life to a total stranger. Well, it wasn't the weirdest conversation he'd overheard, not by a long shot.

"They know," he assured her. "They can hear you. And they love you too." He turned his head away from Ita, as though listening. "No way," he muttered, but turned dutifully back to the bouncy blonde. "Your dad sends his love, and he told me to hug you for him." He paused, gave her a quick (and awkward) sideways hug, then clasped his hands in his lap. Fisher was a firm believer in the No Physical Contact rule.

"He also wanted to know if you've still got that pearl necklace he gave you."

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[info]pheonixwaves
2008-10-26 08:54 pm UTC (link)
Ita did seem to be one of those people who few people could dislike. She was honest, and genuinely liked people and wanted them to like her in return.

Truthfully, she wasn't even thinking about the fact that she was revealing her love life to a stranger. He was her lifeline to her parents, and there wasn't really anything she'd hide from her parents. If her dad asked about Xander, she'd be honest. She knew how precious they were, even more so now, and she couldn't even fathom being dishonest with them.

Well, it wasn't awkward for her. She turned toward him, and wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him warmly, just like she would her mother or father. Or, well, anyone she cared about, to be honest.

"Of course I do! I never take it off." She pulled the necklace out from under her shirtline, and showed it to him. The pretty gold oyster shell contained a small white pearl. "He said I was his little treasure, just like the pearl is the oyster's treasure," she explained. She was so happy now. She could burst. But she did have one question, but not one she could ask, though. She didn't want them thinking about that night.

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[info]hearitbleed
2008-10-26 09:04 pm UTC (link)
Gaahhhh! Hugging!!! He tried not to show it, but being hugged felt weird and... well, weird. Ita looked so pleased with herself, though, how could he deny her?

"Your mom is laughing at me," he told her, giving someone invisible over Ita's left shoulder a dirty look. "You look a lot like her when you laugh," he told Ita, mostly for the mother's benefit. "What?" he asked, turning to Riden. For Ita, it probably looked like Fisher was a schizo. "Okay, sure. Ita, he says to stay away from Kin because he's a dirty rascal. But he can't even keep a straight face, so I'm guessing he's giving you a hard time." Fisher knew his delivery was terrible for jokes, but being a translator wasn't easy.

"Is there anything you want to ask them? They pretty much just wanted you to know they're watching over you, even if you don't feel it." He snickered. "And your dad is giving you the fishy eye, so you'll know he's really watching you. So no boys in your room."

This was actually one of his more enjoyable meetings. There was no screaming, minimal crying and no violence. All in all a good time.

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[info]pheonixwaves
2008-10-26 09:15 pm UTC (link)
Smiling softly, the water elemental thanked the young man. "Thank you." Laughing, Ita had to shake her head. Looking where Fisher had, she teased back, "Daddy, Kin is about as far from a dirty rascal as anyone I've ever liked. Don't give him a hard time." She didn't know if he could as he was, but she had to warn him just in case.

At his offer, she grew really quiet. In a whisper, she asked him, "Would-would they know who..." she took a shaky breath and her voice grew softer, "who killed them." Oh, if she knew... She would find and kill them. There was no question. But if they didn't know, she didn't want them to even think about it.

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[info]hearitbleed
2008-10-26 09:42 pm UTC (link)
All around Ita, the air crackled with electric tension. Fisher's face fell solemn as he listened to whatever it was Ita's parents were saying. "They don't know," he told her, his eyes intent on Streva. "But she remembers it was two women. They were magic users. Sorcerers, something. She said your dad fought them, but they kinda..." It was obvious that whatever Streva was telling him was horrific, but he simply said to Ita "He was defeated." And then he shot a look over Ita's shoulder, a look that clearly said 'I am absolutely not telling her that'.

"It wasn't people they knew. She says that they wanted the house, they wanted access to whatever it was their creator was making." Fisher raised an eyebrow at the 'creator' comment, but he figured Ita would know what the hell they were talking about. "Something about an eternal flame... Riden says he didn't know what that meant. But the women wanted to go into some room no one is allowed in, and he said no. They fought. Riden was struck with some bright green magic, he fell. Streva ran, but she came to a door to a room she wasn't supposed to go in, and..." He broke off, because Streva had become so hysterical he couldn't understand her words anymore.

After a brief pause, Fisher spoke again, his words soft and paternal. "Don't go looking for them, my little treasure," he told Ita. "It can't change anything now. All you have to do is be happy and safe. That's all we want from you." Fisher was having a hard time looking her in the eye, and an even harder time keeping tears from falling from them. He wasn't one for sentimental moments, mainly because he could not stop himself from getting emotional in them. Fisher always put up a hard front first to avoid his soft underbelly being exposed.

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[info]pheonixwaves
2008-10-26 09:59 pm UTC (link)
Ita lowered her eyes as Fisher described that night. Her hands balled into tight fists, her knuckles white, and water again began to coalesce from the air. She looked up when he struggled with the words, catching the look he gave over her shoulder. Softly, she asked, "What happened?" She wanted to know. To be strong enough to know, since she wasn't when it did happen.

Ita remembered several rooms. No one knew if the traps and wards still worked after the alchemist's death, so no one went into those rooms. That's why she never could have friends over.

Looking up, Ita smiled sadly. "You know I can't abide bullies, Daddy. But I have a lot to learn. I will be here for a long time." Her smile was sad because she couldn't listen to her father's request. He should know better. She had fought in school, and been suspended more than once, because she couldn't abide bullies. And she had done so totally knowing, understanding, and accepting the consequences. Riden and Streva had known and been proud of her for that.

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[info]hearitbleed
2008-10-27 08:06 pm UTC (link)
Riden and Streva certainly knew their daughter better than Fisher did, though he was still reluctant to divulge all the details of Ita's father's death. "He started burning," Fisher said quietly, the words tasting bitter in his mouth. "Tht's where the fire started. After he fell, everything went up pretty quick. The women lit some other small fires, to make it look like an accident, but..." He trailed off. This was pretty terrible.

Ita was being stubborn and foolish and Fisher knew it. Her parents kenw it, too, but they were so proud of her they weren't sure what else to say. Ita would do as she pleased, and there wasn't anything they could do to stop her. Riden had loved and hated that about his little girl. She was a fighter, and fiercely loyal to those in need. But she didn't understand that sometimes, no matter how hard you fought, you weren't going to win.

"They don't know who it was," Fisher said again. "Your mom wants you not to waste your life looking, especially without any idea what to look for." He listened to Streva, nodding when appropriate. "Don't forget to be happy," he told Ita, looking back to her mother every now and again. "Don't let this eat up your life. We can't move on unless you can, too." Fisher shrugged, letting Ita absorb the information as needed. Most ghosts only wanted to cut loose the tie they had to the living world, and the best way to do that was through absolution, revenge or tyingt up loose ends with loved ones. Ita fell into the last category.

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[info]pheonixwaves
2008-10-29 08:49 pm UTC (link)
They should know her better, having raised her for 18 years of her life. At the revelation of what happened to her father, Ita couldn't hold back a small cry as she covered her mouth. It was as horrifying as her nightmares, and she involuntarily protected herself by pulling the water out of the air and soaking herself. She would not be sleeping tonight. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to hold back tears, but a few squeezed out. Shaking her head, she opened her eyes and gave a very weak smile for Fisher, to show she was ok.

Of course she knew that even the good guys lost. Look at her parents. But she couldn't let herself think about that. Just maybe she would succeed. "Oh, Mom, I won't. You know I can't stay focused on anything for too long." She smiled tearfully at her joke, and then continued. "I just... I won't give up looking until I know. I have other things to do, too. You know, find love, have children." Smiling wider, she finished with, "I'm going to live my life, even while I remember yours. I'm happy. You-you can move on..." The last part was choked; they'd never been religious, so she didn't really know where they moved on to.

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[info]hearitbleed
2008-10-30 01:01 pm UTC (link)
Fisher didn't know where spirits moved on to, either. He'd never thought to ask. It seemed really strange- you'd think that, having seen ghosts all his life, he might have been curious about their nature and where they came from, where they lived. But he wasn't. He'd found them to be an inconvenience more than anything.

As Ita collected herself, Fisher handed her a napkin he'd snagged from the cafeteria. Just by looking at her he'd assumed she'd be a crier, and he'd been right. Riden was telling him something, and by the big grin on his face Fisher knew it was somethign to cheer Ita up. But then Streva started chatting as well, and Fisher didn't know who to listen to now. It sounded like he was sitting at a table full of teenage girls- at least, it did in his own head. Poor Ita was sitting in silence.

Suddenly, Fisher burst out laughing. It seemed out of place on his emo-makeup face. "Okay," he said, getting his breath. "Okay. Your mom says she doesn't plan on moving on until you give her some grandchildren. She likes Easton because he looks sweet and his eyes are blue, so your babies will have blue eyes." Fisher gave Ita a moment to process this before adding "Your dad says not to choose Kin, because he looks like a girl." Fisher held up his hands in defense. "Not my words," he assured her. "And he wants to know why you... What was it you said exactly?" He listened to Riden, smiling more and more. "Oh yeah. Why you had to import a boyfriend from Japan, and not look for a good old home boy?" Fisher smiled kindly at Ita. "I really wish you could see the look on his face, I can't tell if he's kidding or not."

Of course if Ita could see her father's face, she would know in an instant he was kidding. Her daddy loved teasing her, and he knew she could take it. After all, he couldn't let her think he approved of the idea of her dating! What kind of daddy would he be?

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[info]pheonixwaves
2008-11-01 11:35 pm UTC (link)
Ita took the napkin, but it was kind of a pointless gesture. It was soaked immediately since she was already sopping wet, but she smiled through her tears at him. It was sweet of him.

At the laugh she gave him a curious look, and she laughed at the words Fisher attributed to Streva. "Blue eyes?! That's the deciding factor in my romantic life?" The blond rolled her eyes, still smiling. "He does not!" Ita protested. She continued to smile, though, knowing that her father was likely joking. She didn't need to see his face. "And Easton's imported, too! From England," she finished matter of factly.

Looking at Fisher, she asked, "Can you show me exactly where they're each standing?"

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[info]hearitbleed
2008-11-04 07:21 pm UTC (link)
"Um, okay..." Some people wanted to know where their loved ones were as they spoke, mostly to subconsciously back away from that spot, as though death were contagious. Ita seemed eager to envision her family reunited, as though maybe if she tried hard enough she'd be able to see her parents smiling fondly at her.

"Your mom is like, well, kind of behind your left shoulder. She's sitting on the step beside you, her knees almost touching yours." He studied Streva, trying to collect a lot of details. "One arm is across her legs, and the other is resting on her thigh, palm up. Like she's pretending to hold your hand or something." Details were Fisher's forte... describing them in this kind of instance was not.

"Your dad is next to me," he explained, turning away from Ita to get a look at Riden. He's a few steps down, so his head is right here." Fisher indicated where the top of Riden's head was, which settled a few inches above Fisher's knee line. "He keeps hitting my arm when he talks to me, like... I dunno, like he expects you to see his movement because I'm moving." He drummed his fingers on the tops of his thighs. "Is that good enough?"

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[info]pheonixwaves
2008-11-05 08:33 pm UTC (link)
Ita had a vivid imagination and didn't really need Fisher's description to see her parents smiling at her. She had it in her memories, and was certain they were indeed smiling on her wherever she was.

Smiling, Ita did her best to guess where her mother's hand was, and reached out to give it a "squeeze". Then she stood and leaned over, and made the attempt to hug her mom. Going over to where her father was, she did the same, chuckling a bit at how he was nudging Fisher's arm. Smiling at Fisher, she answered softly, "Yes, that was." Reaching down, she took his hand and gave it a squeeze. He'd really done something wonderful for her.

Sitting down again, she asked, "So, where are you? Like, most of the time? You don't just follow me around do you?" She wasn't paranoid about her parents doing so, just she wasn't sure what else they would do.

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[info]hearitbleed
2008-11-07 08:48 pm UTC (link)
Fisher waited patiently while, looking ridiculous, Ita gave her parents some long needed affection. No one had ever taken a metting this well before. Ita was a special girl, there was no doubt about that.

When Ita asked where her parents "went", Fisher didn't know what to tell her. That was something most dead people didn't talk about and Fisher had never asked. It didn't matter to him if there was a heaven or hell, a god or a devil. You had to get through life first.

"They drift," Fisher told her, explaining what Streva and Riden couldn't seem to. Sometimes, the dead seemed completely unaware that there was an existence outside of the living, since so many ghosts spent so much time obsessing over ones they'd left behind. Fisher played with one of the eight chains on his parachute-sized black Hot Topic canvas jeans, complete with a billion chain, zipper and hiking clip accessories. "They're looking at each other like they don't know what to say." He shrugged, not looking at Ita. "I get that a lot. Sometimes they just forget... where they were. I never really ask about where they come from, and most don't want to talk about it.

"But I don't think it's a bad place," he explained, just in case she started to worry. "I just think maybe they're not allowed to remember. Like there's things people aren't supposed to know before they die." He looked at Streva and Riden again. "They look pretty happy, though. Which is saying something. Most ghosts just look... sad. And lost, maybe." His pants accessories were slick with wetness, more than likely thanks to Ita. "Anything else you wanted to say?" He didn't want to rush her- he knew how hard this was, and that she was probably more happy now than she had been in years- but he also couldn't sit there forever and translate.

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[info]pheonixwaves
2008-11-09 06:40 pm UTC (link)
Few things fazed Ita for long. It was certainly an emotional meeting, but how could she remain sad when her parents were happy?

Ita was worrying that it was a bad place - she was vaguely imagining the tortured souls of the Greek Underworld, those not ready to drink from the River Lethe and reincarnate. Some book she'd read, well, was supposed to read, in school. I-something. There was a lot of fighting and names she couldn't pronounce.

"No... Are they going now?" Her expression changed to a sadder expression. She'd had them for a moment. Even if it was through a translator, she'd known where they were and how they felt. She'd even been able to talk to them. Softly, she asked, "Do you think they'll come back again? Or are they moving on?" Her eyes very obviously begged that they would be back again. But she knew they couldn't stay around forever. She could let them go if they needed to move on.

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[info]hearitbleed
2008-11-11 05:41 pm UTC (link)
"They're fading," Fisher admitted, although this was not necessarily a sign that Ita's parents were moving on. "Your mom looks a little fuzzy around the edges. But she's still smiling, so I think that's good."

Talking about death was a hard thing for Fisher to do. He hadn't had a lot of experience with death, despite his having seen ghosts all his life. The only person he'd even known who had died was his father's best friend from college, and that day had been nothing but disaster.

"I dunno if they'll come back," he told Ita, as her parents became less and less clear to see. "I'd guess they will. Just because they didn't seem ready to let you go yet, now that they have a means of communicating." Streva reached out and touched her daughter's hair, a tear gliding down her cheek. "Hurry up and say goodbye," Fisher told Ita. "They're about to go."

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