Gen Black (blacktwin) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-02-27 16:15:00 |
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The leather bag was slung around his shoulders. Humans would see only it. But Mitchell didn't care. He was used to the weird stares by now and frankly being a ghost was a blessing. If people had a problem with it, people could kiss his invisible arse. There were enough supernaturals around to have real conversations with. And Maria - she could sometimes see him as well which was odd enough. Odd and nice. Somehow she made him feel a little bit less alone in the world. Mitchell stopped in front of a chocolatier. Food was one of the few things he really missed. Eating, drinking, god, the cool taste of a beer that ran down your throat. Annie and Gilbert had been able to taste through others but Mitchell had never tried. Not yet anyway. He touched the cool glass of the shop window and pressed his forehead against the window. He still remembered how it tasted. |