She is strange, the little ghostly creature. Salem can’t really place all the things she’s thinking and feeling. Collecting the pieces that had fallen away over the course of years… what a novel concept. What a strange concept, and she was nearly sick with it. Her plush coat was catching light, translucent hair scattering whatever it was catching and throwing it around in the most odd and beautiful way possible. She was lost in her own little world. Completely lost, and she was… she was feeling strangely about it all. Sides aching, head aching, and she can barely function. Functioning and trying to be a real… a real something. Salem wished.
There was something coming for her. A black smudge, a shadow to her ghostly figure in the daylight. On top of her, tackling her body, and Salem lashes out with her jaw. A leg, some of the sinewy muscle of the shoulder or chest, something to sink her jaws into the sandy, salty adversary. In Salem’s mind she’s done nothing wrong, and that’s the kiss of death. She’s struggling, growling, snarling… until she hears the voice. The sound, the soft sound leaves her dead. Heart hammering in her chest, blood rushing in her ears. What the fuck.
Dark creature, brilliant blue eyes… Salem knows. “Leviathan… you’re… you’re back.” The ghost’s pale eyes go wide, leaning up to lick the girl’s face this time. She’s confused, a little dazed, and completely… completely something. It’s an emotion that Salem cannot place, an emotion that she’s not sure how to live for the moment. All she knows is that her friend is… is still here. Is still alive and still well. That’s the best news of them all.
salem. my name is blue canary |