Misguided Ghost | Paramore
(requested by anonymous)
"One could say that, one could say that. It’s just the start, though. I’m intending on going a lot farther." Looking around, Brendan felt memories rushing back of his first visit here.
Hardly anything had changed in the room, save for the dust continually swirling about in the dim lighting of the house. Almost as if fate had seen fit to remind him of the time he spent away. “Still… hard to believe I last saw you when I was nineteen. Feels like an eternity, really.”
Charlotte’s answer caused Brendan to become somewhat crestfallen. “I… I see. For shame, too. I was hoping to do something with you. I’d volunteer to carry the Lunar Wing, but that’d be running the risk of losing it somewhere. And there’s of course the matter of your current state of being… Sorry, it was a pretty stupid idea.”
There was something there, something flitting with his manner of tone after the lengths she’d underwent to excuse otherwise.
Perhaps there was some other way giving her a chase.
Knees brought to her chest, the younger pondered each of her fingertips in thought, almost contentiously in her own mind. Three years — she was fifteen back then, fifteen and three is…
”I…I changed my mind, I’m going.”
Almost eighteen and she’d never left Unova; almost eighteen and she was still a child; almost eighteen and she never become a trainer with Abra.
Wasn’t it time to fix that?
”——Bury the wing outside, then. No one would think to look outside the house for it, and—and I wouldn’t have to worry. I could just…wear a hat or something, so I stay kinda shaded, right?”
And ever hopeful eyes returned to his own, one hand placed upon the cushion in anticipation.
”Could…that work? Could I leave?”
”So, Essie. Anything further?”
"Ha ha, it really has been a while, huh? And First Lieutenant of the Hoenn Ranger Corps, actually, so you’re still in the ballpark.” Sitting down on the same sofa where he had been when they first met, Brendan gave a sigh and stretched. “Y’know, I was wondering while I was hiking here earlier… can’t you go somewhere else? Not that I was implying you’d want to, but perhaps you’d like to travel a bit?”
And then to be seated herself; the entity slumped just before her couch, eyes still tracing where age had settled her visitor. Funny, trying to stop the differences between then and now — it was almost an ill-favored comfort.
”Seems you’ve really gone far into your life, then? I’m glad you’ve been so successful.” Flavescence fell to the ragged carpets beneath, something short of a hum in response.
What was he suggesting?
“I can. It’s harder for me to travel during the day, though. The sun and lights as such can alter my body’s transparency, I wouldn’t want to call any attention to myself.”
And a longing glance up the stairs;
“——I can’t take the Lunar Wing with me, either.”
"…. Right. Whatever you say."
“…You’re no fun.”
"And your name?"
A question constantly enlaced into her mind.
An undaunted stare, surely what would have been a huff.
“If I knew,
why would I still be here?”
"Don’ I know that feeling. ..May I ask how long you’ve been deceased?"
”You may. It happened when I was eleven, but I can’t recall exactly how long ago this was. Six, seven years ago? Round time.”
"Listen. I’m sorry I mistook you for a ghost, okay? It was stupid and rude of me. Frankly, you look rather capable despite your size."
“I wouldn’t call it stupid or rude. Would you like me to do a trick? Perhaps levitate, pass through your body? Here — grab my hand, I bet you can’t.”
“Or perhaps my cold chills are getting to you.”
"So you’re mostly just mischevious then."
“I’d call it bored.”