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 Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 9:41 am
"I'm not trying to be a jerk you know. I like seeing you and Trea happy, and I don't like getting into it with Sid. Why would I, after all? It just gets me in trouble, one of us could have been hurt, and I can't help it that he thinks I'm trying to kill him."
Carl moved over to her again and leaned on her, trying to get her to understand he really meant it. "I would be really sad if Sid was hurt...because I know that would hurt you, and Trea, and Iris."
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 9:54 am
Willow cringed as he leaned on her. Looking off down the hall oppsite of him. "Yes but still just because someone is frighten of you that doens't make it right to egg it on." She sighed and petted him on the head as she moved so he wasn't touching her.
Contact with others besides ghosts were strange, she didn't really enjoy it either... Nayati though something was different with him. She sighed and leaned on the wall shaking her head. "It wouldn't only hurt us it'd hurt you other friends too if you hurt sid or any of those scare of you." Her tail flickered.
"I'm almost surprised that Trea isn't scare of you." She said softly remembering how timid trea was when they first met.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 9:59 am
The got the hint and left her be, not leaning on her as he would have done with Trea or Donna.
And then he remembered. "Trea WAS scared of me though!" Ah yes. It had been a long time ago, but the eagle inclined his head as the memory came. "It was when I was an animal. I was trying to show her just how good I was at flying, but she thought that I was trying to attack her. I was sorry to have scared her...She was the first person, besides you, I'd ever known."
He looked to her, smiling a little. "Mom says you were the first velvet to ever play with me."
But back to the matter at hand..
"The point is though - even though she was scared, she didn't yell at me like Sid did, or accuse me of trying to hurt her on purpose. She was nice to me...like I wish those who're scared of me would try to be."
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 10:16 am
Willow looked at him her head tilted softly. "Mayhaps not. But you have to show them you mean no harm, well not just show but prove to them you mean no harm."
Her tail flickered, "Prey animals are most of the time scare of predators and thus they must be shown we mean no harm. I myself have not had the pleasure of anyone fearing me yet." She turned and walked on slowly. Listening to the music, "Of crouse when me and sid first remet so to speak he startled myself." She chuckled shaking her head moving on. "My my it's late. There's more work to be done, you should get some rest."
She moved to kitchen to fix herself a night snack, "Good night..." She said.
Rosey stood there with a candle watching as Willow walked off, looking to carl.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 10:19 am
And Carl watched her go, as always. He waited until she was out of sight before turning his attentions instead to rosey. "So...Have any advice tonight?" This was directed in regards to the conversation, but he wasn't sure if the ghost wanted to get involved. He would understand if not - but he honestly couldn't say that he didn't crave some direction from the dead.
Surely she had seen a King in her life - or afterlife time.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 10:27 am
Rosey smiled, of crouse he couldn't see her, so she lead the way to his room. She'd seen him writing in the journal. She would perhapse borrow a page from it.
As they reached his room she sat the candle down and she moved to where he kept the journal fliping it over she opened the back slowly. Writing down something before showing it to him.
'if you mean on being a king, then no. I do have some advice about willow though.'
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 10:37 am
Clever!
Carl smiled and nodded happily, pleased with how clever Rosey had turned out to be. Not that ghosts were dumb - but he hadn't expected her to think up a solution to their communication dilemna so practically. "My dear, if you were a Velvet - you would SO been one of the round table crew. Do tell what you can."
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 10:54 am
'I'd have to reject that as I only serve my mistress Willow.' Rosey had her head tilted thinking about what she wanted to tell him first. Pondering over it she sighed softly, 'Willow really does have a soft heart, you should know that. But when she had to she'll be the dominate figure.' The pen flowed and as it did the color of it changed to ice blue.
Rosey paused here before continuing. 'She prefers her own company over others, but she's learned that we're always around. So she's come to accept us, you're the first to have come here, mayhaps the last.'
Again rosey paused to think, 'She's starting to rather dead over the living. You seen how she acted at you're touch, you're the only other one besides LP and one other to have touched her at all, while she doesn't care about LP, the other she seemed not to mind either... now, it's like she rathers us over most any contact.' With that Rosey stopped and looked at Carl.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 11:02 am
The bird read on and inclined his head, putting it into his hand as he pondered over what kind of person Willow really was. He didn't really remember the first time they'd played together...nor did he remember much of her ever being a child like him. She'd just always been Willow...that was all...
But she was becomming something a little bit more.
"Doesn't she miss it? Ghosts are people to - but you're cold...you can't really 'touch' things like the living." Thus the reason she could hold the pen, but when he reached out to gently put his hand over where her own should be, he felt nothing but a bitterly cold patch.
A rather sad thing that caused him to pat her the best he could.
"I just wish that she liked me as much as she likes you...and that she would be warm again, like the living, instead of seeming so cold. But......I can't ask her to change. She has to want to change - just like I have to keep wanting to be King if I ever want it to happen. Even if it means just taking her as she comes, I think I could live with that if it meant that one day she'd be proud to have me around."
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 11:25 am
'To be living among the dead one chances. Heart may grow cold but she has a deeper understanding of things that others may never have.' Rosey paused to think about this, 'To think, she will never be afraid of the dead or the things she can't see. She is cold, but that is her nature.'
Thinking of what carl had said, rosey stopped. Saddened eyes as he tried to touch her. 'I'm afaird she misses it no more than she misses anything thing else in the world. For she could easily turn from who she is to a dark mistress, or to a lovely mistress of good. She is who she is and we cannot change that. She will ride the fence between worlds, if two or three. One day she will fall to one side or the other.
Rosey gave a chuckle as he said he wished she liked him as much as she liked rosey. 'One such as herself cannot help but to love the dead, but if you have heard that cat of her talk, thorn I beleive is it's name. You will come to find that the kitten speaks of things that could happen. That card of the kitten, death. It may very well resemble one of her sides dieing. While any way she goes it benifits us. She'll never show she's proud of anyone Carl.'
With this Rosey stopped and shook her head, 'Willow treats everyone the same, she even smiles when she sees them. They're all family to her even you. But it's not the family she cares for like she once did. She can only stand so much of the living. Before she seeks us out, even though she does often get tired of us as well. The cold grip of death, she's always loved it, her passion and calling is helping us......' Had rosey not been a spectra she might have shed a tear thinking about all these things.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 11:32 am
"So...what you're saying is that she's just who she is, whether or not the person she is isn't really sure of who she really is yet. We just have to accept her for whatever she turns out to be, and understand that she's the way she is for reasons that we're not always supposed to know?"
Or something like that.
Carl smiled a little, although he felt like he'd somehow learned less about Willow than he thought he'd known before. Women were complex things indeed...
"I hope that Willow continues to help you and the other ghosts, Rosey. I'll do my best to, on this side, to help the living - so that maybe I can make sure that there are at least a few less unahppy spirits."
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 11:44 am
'But it is not you're job to help us.' Rosey wrote. Looking to Carl, 'She doesn't worry about understanding who she is or why, she learns as she goes what there is to know. Granted most of it comes from the TV, but still. Have you ever known one as a child to be just as cold and distant as they are to be when they're an adult, if not more so when they are an adult?'
Getting up Rosey looked to carl. Before writing two more things, 'Do not worry about Willow liking you, she maynot say it but she appericates all that is living as well as all that is dead. She just has a funny way to show it. Good night Carl.' Taking out the pages she had written after carl had read them she bowed and took the papers to burn them.
Willow was in the kitchen when Rosey came back, she was eating on an omlette she had made. "It's not as good as your's Rosey." She said softly looking at the Ghost eyes narrowed slightly. She could see something about Rosey was a bit more meloncholy than normal. "Talking to Carl?" She asked looking at the papers as they burned in the fire place Rosey had tossed them in.
"You know. I'd appericate you not talking about me behind my back. You might have thought you were helping something but it really only causes me more trouble Rosey. Do understand." She said looking at the Ghost before giving her a hug and moving off. "I like who I am, I can't help that I like the fridge cold of death that you guys bring.... Aside from that of the warmth of those that are Alive."
"H... How did you know?" She asked looking at Willow stunned.
"I've heard you talk about it all to many times rosey, and I know that look on your face as one to say you have mentioned it again. I wish you'd stop worrying about me like that." Willow said and with that she walked out of hte room having finished her omlette and went to bed.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 11:49 am
End of Day 3
He thought she would have liked the idea, but did less ghosts mean a lonelier world for her? Carl gave an apologetic look to the spector ar it dawned on him, and gently tried to fluff her as she'd done to him before she went. It probably wasn't a very good attempt, but it was the thought that counted, right?
"Goodnight, Rosey...and thanks. I think I understand Willow a little bit better now...if only a very little bit."
But by that time she'd vannished, leaving him alone with his thoughts as he slipped into bed and pulled his journal to him, deciding to write a little before going to sleep.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 12:29 pm
Of crouse Willow sat on the floor looking at her tarot cards. She had to open one of her spare packs of her favorite deck. Looking at the card she had pulled off the top she sighed.
Of crouse she hadn't had time to work with the deck so it wasn't going to be accurate at all. She watched as Thorn came in and settled herself beside willow nuzzling into her leg. Willow placed the deck into it's velvet pouch and sighed scritching Thorn's ear.
"Sometimes I wonder if you're right kitten." She said softly looking to the card before getting up. "I suppose we sleep on it untill the morrow. Night Thorn."
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 12:46 pm
Beginning of Day 4
This time, he slept late. It seemed that Rosey was going to have to push the boy up and out of his sore coma of aching ailment. The only sounds to come from the room were those of slumber, soft 'krermgfl..'s and various other things not quite made out.
Up until they got near anyways, for there were a few distinct phrases that led one to wonder just WHAT was going on in his brain. "Sid and the fence when he was a homo ghost...Trea.."
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