Re: Near the docks: Jeremiah/Liam
He was used to quiet. Despite the number of properties that lined the lake, activity near the shore was generally at a minimum. But tonight, quiet was the last thing going on, and the invasion of his (albeit tenuous) privacy had the earth-bound spirit in a mood.
Like moths, most of the party-goers were pulled in by the dancing flames. This left Liam to watch from a distance, lingering near the shore and the water that pulled him even after death. It might not have been where he particularly wanted to be, but it was his world, and he was as content as any earth-bound soul might have been.
Well, content until the invader approached.
It wasn't the stranger's fault by any means. It was doubtful he had any knowledge about the spirit that lived there, that lingered there unfulfilled. But the bad luck was his to own as he sat on a rock and filled the air with the scent of cigarette smoke that tickled his non-corporeal nostrils.
The water stirred and the scent of lake water grew heavier in the air. Somehow, the boards of the dock actually creaked as he moved down it's length, back to solid terra firma, as though he had been lingering out there in the darkness and dancing lights that clung to the dock. Nothing was said, not yet, but he sat down near the stranger, the scent of lake water, wet and fishy, even heavier in the air where he moved.