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[godtellslies]

[They're there.

Even though he's refused to open his eyes since he saw them (his family, his family , the big brother he adored) he can feel them there. A hollow, empty light in the darkness; the warmth is there, but faded, and he's content to curl up where he is and press the phone to his ear.]Do the ghosts of the past appear in such small

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[willful_beauty]

Troy?

[It was a question laced with unhidden concern. ]

Are you alright? Maybe you just need to be around some real people for a while.

[Instead of ghosts. ]

[godtellslies]

I'm fine.

[Frustration edges his. He hates this place, he hates this place, he hates this place.]

I have all the company I need here, anyways. I've wanted to see my family again.

[But not like this.]

[willful_beauty]

It’s not the same though, is it? When they appear as ghosts instead of real people.

[The frustration was understandable. ]

[godtellslies]

It isn't. [But he wouldn't want them here, real or otherwise.] Does this happen often?

[veritaphobia]

... I don't think they have the power for more. Whatever they've brought's the most they can do.

[godtellslies]

What they've brought is too much already.

[veritaphobia]

I'm sorry, for that.

[godtellslies]

It's history. Are you suffering from something as well?

[godtellslies]

[W-WHAT. jkfn u-uh. He's going to-- to pretend you didn't say that. Yes. Less awkward for the both of them, then.]

They're just my [dead] family.

[godtellslies]

[Welp. It isn't like it isn't cold, hard fact after a millennium.]

They're dead.

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[sparkling_by]

...Troy...?

[sparkling_by]

Another one.

It's another one, who thinks he's a god.

[sparkling_by]

It's... getting... contagious...

[sparkling_by]

Have no fear, deranged, possibly quite dangerous, but still handsome young man! Daddy has a cure for handling your ill!

[wandbreaker]

Ghosts?

[godtellslies]

Spirits. Phantoms. People who should be dead. Ghosts.

[wandbreaker]

You're seeing them?

[godtellslies]

Yes. They weren't here before, but when I woke up-- [Sitting close by, a smile. Raising a hand in greeting. His big brother grinning and opening his mouth to say hello. No sound. The burns marks still stretching across what skin was visible. Apollo's fire.]

...They don't make any noise though. [Finishing lamely.]