Re: capullo de rosa; dietre & hugh
The anxious pounding of his heart slowed. Hugh hadn’t laughed, or scoffed, or argued against the possibility of his power existing. Not that Dietre really expected him to do any of those things, otherwise he wouldn’t have said anything. But he hadn’t known if the man would dismiss what he was saying, or act uncomfortable and stop him from saying more. Hugh asked questions instead, he wanted to know, to understand, and that was a relief.
“Not all the time,” Dietre said carefully, “but often.” More wine and he was able to continue. “It can be like passing a stranger by on the street. Or there can be an interaction. Um... “ Liam’s visits came to mind and he had to blink away the vision of his dead friend dripping with lake water. “I’ve learned that it's best not to let them know you’ve noticed. If they know they’ve been seen, then… they might want attention.”
“It used to bother me. It doesn’t so much anymore.” Learning that he wasn’t actually hallucinating certainly made him feel better about the whole thing.
“And, well… I take some comfort in knowing that I’m not the oddest person in Repose.” He tried to smile a little here, and managed it just barely. Having known angels and werewolves, seeing ghosts and spirits didn’t seem quite so outrageous. Dietre knew there were even stranger things lurking about in town, things that could affect the whole population. Who was he compared to that? Noone.