RP with Des

[penmaster]

Ghost Writer mixed the vodka and tonic silently, afraid of even looking into his bedroom. He wanted to distance himself as far away from this Faux character as he could- even though he knew there was no way of distancing his dreams

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[genie_desire]

Between Ghostwriter and Ember it seemed many of the ghosts were near the breaking point when it came to the dreams. 'Not that you're fairing much better' she thought of the night she had speant crying and her visit to Ember.

"You look horrible Ghostwriter," she said sadly, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder as she stepped into his abode.

[penmaster]

"I-I know," he said, deftly taking a sip of his drink. He walked with her and brought her into his den, which thanks to his recent post-dream tantrums and his cigar-addicted brother, wasn't looking too hospitable at the moment. "I'm sorry my house is such a mess, I would have cleaned up but I had a lot on my mind."

[genie_desire]

She nodded in understanding, "I understand...my house doesn't look much better at the moment." She sighed and took a seat on Ghostwriter's couch. "I've been trying some many different methods of fortune telling to figure out what is going on...I have bowls of water, mirrors, candles, my I Ching, rune stones, and miscellanious tarot card decks strewn across my floor."

She bit her thumb in thought, "Of course afer last nights dream I've been avoiding the cards."

[penmaster]

"What happened during last night's dream?" he asked warily, remembering his own dream, looking up and cringing when he recongnised Desiree as the woman with her face burned off in the aisle.