Salem knows little of what it’s like to find solace in someone else, but maybe she’s starting to learn. To watch a ghost on parallel, a structure in something that she’s so far from being used to, is comforting in itself. The creature was a great deal darker than she was, but there were different sorts of ghosts. You make yourself your own ghost, and that’s the worst part of it all. Expectant was the least of her worries, openly studying the man that she finds a strange magnetism toward. A step. That is all, one more step. The distance is close enough to be comfortable, far enough to not quite be weird.
It’s a strange idea, to have a piece of your soul trapped inside someone else. That’s the basic idea behind an imprint, but Salem doesn’t see it—it just didn’t happen. Maybe something was wrong with her, something was broken or too strange to handle. That seemed about right, to be honest. Something could have been wrong with her from the start—never a lover, never a mother, just a ghost. That was all, and she could… she could pretend to be able to deal with that. She could pretend until she went blue in the lip. That was the way she always had been.
The idea that they ruling pair is siblings strikes her as odd, leading the girl to think it through for another long minute. Her brow tucks and furrows, head cocking to the side. She thinks he’s gotten it wrong for a long moment, things not quite clicking. Maybe she’d gotten it wrong, heard wrong. “They’re… mates, though?” It’s just odd in her head, something she hadn’t heard of. Some things don’t quite make sense right off the bat. “I don’t see why you couldn’t stay… Tesseract hasn’t turned anyone away.” And a part of Salem, a large part, a part that had been intrigued so seriously it was nearly clawing at her, wanted him to stay. Company would be… good.
salem. my name is blue canary |