Brynhild Ingouf (brynhild_ingouf) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2020-04-29 22:11:00 |
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Loving a ghost was supposed to be a safe thing, they were already dead, and only a few things could make them leave their plane of existence. Of course, there were people who could force them to leave, but that was different than them leaving on their own accord. There were rules. Rules that kept the balance. The dead were not supposed to give life. That was a big one. She understood why everything fell apart. But that didn't mean her heart wasn't broken. Bryn had gone down there with purpose, to find things for her unnamed club. To busy herself. To keep the grief from consuming her. Really that had been her intent. But a reflection out of the corner of her eye, and she could have sworn she saw the pale little spectre. And when she turned, there was nothing. And that was how it had started. First with picking up something large and hurling it into the wall watching it shatter into a million pieces. Shrieking out her agony as tears of crimson cascaded down her face. This was followed by much more breaking, of her soul, and of materials she couldn't identify. It all ended when she sent a table through the front window, collapsing to her knees in the middle of the destruction when it was all over. |