you're just a daydream away*[BECFORD] <3

[becca]

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keep you a daydream away

i wish you could see your face right now. cause you're grinning like a fool. and we're sitting on your kitchen floor. on a tuesday afternoon. it doesn't matter when we get back. to doing what we do. cause right now could last forever. just as long as i'm with you

Why could no one hear her? She had been trying for what felt like weeks now for someone to hear her. See her. Even get some sort of sense of presence that she was there. It was enough when she returned to her place to find a giant crime scene (the radicals had found her house and none of her boys made it). Her heart was broken all over again. She had no idea how Fletcher managed to be so happy and sprite. All she wanted to do was break down over and over. She couldn’t remember the last time she smiled. What was worse was no one could hear her. The girl that liked attention wasn’t able to put herself in the middle and tackle a stranger with good spirit. She couldn’t even handle a drink and take a sip of the burning alcohol down her throat. Becca didn’t even know what she looked like. Whenever she passed a mirror, it was a clear form on the other side. Her soul was the only thing floating around, but it might as well been at another spot.

She didn’t know where to go. There was no one there. Fletcher talked about seeing other ghosts, but she couldn’t tell if they were also ghosts or if they were actual people, as they all looked the same. Becca waved to many people often forgetting her condition but they ignored her. Her distracted mind couldn’t find any distractions when she couldn’t grip anything. Nothing could change. Her light pink hair was her only reminder of her old days, it seemed. Her clothes were the same, but no longer covered in massive heaps of blood. Which didn’t make sense to her. In all of the movies, the monsters were covered in blood. She never thought of her faerie self as a monster before- despite what most of the hunters liked to call her when she skipped around teasing them to no end. But now she felt like one. In the halls moaning and weeping. Where else was she going to go?

Becca did like floating. She hadn’t found it in her heart to really soar over everything yet. Just never in the mood. But going just above the surface was fine for now. It felt like it took more energy to do the step by step motions that everyone else did. Forgetting yet again, she went to lean on a wall but flew right through it and landed into an office. It was a nice little place. The first impression she got was a dentist office the way all the comfortable chairs were out and there was a door. What was this place doing in the lower part of town? She blinked and looked around, seeing that it was close to the end of a business day. It wasn’t long before a woman came out and thanked a Doctor Young. The voice she her drop to the ground as her mouth gapped. Oh, that voice. It was there when she died… when… at the park… she knew it anywhere. She had been looking for him everywhere, but like anything else in her new ghost life, it was hopeless.

She sped over there, peeking around the corner to see that he had left for a moment. Talking to the woman that just walked out, no doubt. Becca entered in, knowing it wasn’t going to bother him any considering he didn’t know she was even here. No one was. No one could even hear her. With a bit of a small moan, she sat herself down on the comfortable looking chair thing in the room. Well… this is what her savior did. Even though he hadn’t managed to actually save her life, she was grateful for what he did. Stayed with her instead of freaking out and not wanting to see it. Even sang to her, and everyone should have known what things music did to her. She died in peace. Becca just hadn’t really expected to wake up. Fletcher said something about letting go. Letting go of what? What did she have here that she was still attached to? Falling in love was one… but that’s what made Fletcher go, wasn’t it? Becca was so conflicted. If she could figure out how to go solid, she would be fine. Others could do it, right? Why couldn’t she?

The door opened, and he walked back in. She held her breath and looked down, not being able to meet his eye. She wanted him to see her so bad. See? She was okay. Or, she would eventually be okay. Becca figured she would get over this. She would have to. Still, her heart was pretty heavy to be able to just stand up and walk out like nothing else happened. It was hard to be cheerful. For the first time ever, she felt drained of energy. All she wanted to do was sit there, but after everything he did, the last thing he deserved was her haunting him. Becca stood up and kept her head down. It wasn’t as if she was able to make eye contact with him anyway. The pink haired ghost took a hefty sigh and said out loud, ”Thank you. You’re a true hero.” It was all she had to say. What else could she possibly say? Becca moved past through the door, pausing there just to look around for a little bit. Her eyes were starting to get watery, but she tried to keep it in. Big girls didn’t cry. They didn’t cry. They sure as hell went for revenge (and if she ever found out who the radical bastards were, she would go after them with no hesitation). Perhaps that’s why she was there. But she could never get the actual guys that attacked her. Mr. Young had made sure of that. If only she could tell him.

Tagged: Ally/Sexy crawford; .Notes: I powerplayed a little bit, but lemme know if that needs changed <3 I JUST I JUST GOT SO EXCITED I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF JFEOIAPJFPOEA

made by marv @ atf, sds, and caution 2.0

[CRAWFORD BENNETT YOUNG]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]enough WORDS FOR emily! SO EXCITED NVSLKFJVSNDFLKVJBSDFLVKSHFBVSFLVKSDJFVNSDMLFKVSNMV,SDFV DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Crawford was afraid that his last patient of the day wasn’t going to show. She was one of the only patients he truly wished to see every other day because of how worried about her he was. Some of his other patients didn’t realize that they were overreacting to things so easily and not seeing the true reality rationally. Often times his patients would have panic attacks and he would have to again expose them to what they feared most and make them used to what they feared. Others though had true issues. They had to be psychiatrically treated by him and they were always the ones he worried about. One patient, Sarah, a faerie who was but seventeen years old, had severe depression. She had told him of the thoughts about killing herself on multiple occasions and of the times she had tried. He had always been the person to call when she was thinking these things, not her parents or friends. She was pretty much alone in the world and without Crawford, she would already be dead. He found himself sick with worry when it came to be fifteen minutes after their scheduled appointment. His phone rang and his heart leapt. When he answered, his voice was traced with nothing but cool composure. It was Sarah. He sighed and nodded at the phone. There was a lot of traffic apparently and she was almost there. Crawford hung up the phone and put his hand over his chest. He’d thought he’d lost her. Crawford had lost a few patients here and there. It was bound to happen at some point and time; you couldn’t save everyone you met, not even if you were an angel. Crawford thought of that night in the park suddenly. The pink haired girl had died in his arms and he could do nothing to save her. if he had had his wings, he would have been able to get her to the hospital. Instead, he was left to hold her as she died in his arms. At least she didn’t die all alone, he thought to himself. It almost relieved the little bit of pain in his chest, but not quite. Any time Crawford lost a patient or a friend, he always blamed himself. He couldn’t help it. He thought of himself as a protector, as a…well a guardian still. He wished so desperately that he was one. He knew that it was never possible though and he was glad to protect the people in his life now even if they had just met. It was what he loved to do, what he had done for almost 700 years. Sarah opened his office door, making his thoughts vanish. He stood and returned her smile. She looked like she had gained some weight and her hair was shining now. She looked much better than the last time he had seen her before her family vacation last week. And he said so. “You look wonderful, Sarah.” He beamed and motioned for her to sit on one of the black leather sofas across from where he sat. He picked up his notebook and his pen and they started their session right away. She told him about how she was getting better and how she hadn’t thought of cutting since two weeks ago when she last did it. She told him of the new friend she had met whose name was Roger. Roger made her feel at home, she told him. He smiled because he knew what she meant. He took notes while she spoke and when their session had finally come to an end, he set down his notebook and stood and walked her to the door. ”Thanks Dr. Young,” she said. Crawford replied, “Remember that if you ever need me I’m just a phone call away.” He smiled and also reminded her that their next appointment was on Monday instead of this Thursday because he really did need to clear his head. “See you then!” she said smiling brightly and walked out of the office. He turned and walked back into his personal office. He cleaned up a little and suddenly heard something. He looked up and glanced around his office trying to find whoever it was that had spoken. “Hello?” he called out. He walked out into the waiting room and called out again, “Is someone here?” Crawford licked his lips absentmindedly and walked around the office looking for someone. The office was located in a not-so-good part of town and there had been a break in before. It wasn’t that he was worried about losing anything because there was nothing really he could lose that he couldn’t easily replace. He just didn’t like the idea that someone would come into his office to steal something and not own up to it. [/style]

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[becca]

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keep you a daydream away

i wish you could see your face right now. cause you're grinning like a fool. and we're sitting on your kitchen floor. on a tuesday afternoon. it doesn't matter when we get back. to doing what we do. cause right now could last forever. just as long as i'm with you

As much as she told herself to fight off whatever tears were forming, she couldn’t. With nothing to distract her or change her mind on things, all she could do was sit there and think. Before this, Becca had never really felt any type of heartbreak or hardship before. Fletcher. That was enough but she had something to distract her all the time. Sometimes there were times when she completely and utterly became so distracted it was concerning. Now that she had faced death itself, she felt helpless. Becca had always been able to do what she wanted it when she wanted it. She was able to leap tall buildings or ask strangers what they were doing in the next fifty five minutes. Now she wasn’t even able to simple walk in front of someone without being noticed. It was almost cold feeling. With no blood through her veins anymore, she saw that she was indeed very cold blooded. The weirdest part was not being able to feel her heart pound in her ears. That always had given her a thrill in the past.

Becca was lightly floating away after she did speak. Taking a very deep uneasy breath as she went to move through the door. With a very jerking stop, she heard him speak. No, he couldn’t have just… responded to her. She turned around and looked at him and watched him with wide eyes as he explored the place for a lost soul. Becca didn’t even pay attention to the fact he still didn’t see her. It was too busy wrapping around hearing her. She couldn’t be sure. It could have been him thinking that there was something there just because of the ghost factor. Many people had done that. Sensed that there was something there, but finding they couldn’t see or hear anything. They heard the effects and that usually freaked them the fuck out, so Becca tried not to do that. Even if it would be for her own amusement. She always thought she was going to cause chaos and havoc if it were to happen. Now it was the last thing she wanted to do.

His beautiful face couldn’t have made her happier. She felt so much happier than she had in an awfully long time. He licked his lips unsurely as he continued to wander around. ”Y-yes! I’m here! Oh my god I’m here!” She stammered a little bit, yelling probably a little louder than she should have. A smile came upon on her face as she leaped for him. She took off in a sprint, not even paying attention to the fact her foot wasn’t making contact with the ground. Instead she took a giant bound, aiming to land on his back so that she was able to squeeze him tight for dear life and probably not let go for a long time. Except, her expectation didn’t really fall as planned. She fell right through and came tumbling down to the ground, making an ‘oooof’ sound when she landed. She didn’t get up right away. Becca lay there, rolling over and looking up at him from the ground, not feeling that burst of happiness anymore. She still wasn’t solid. Who knows if he even actually heard. It was probably just a feeling he had.

She sat up and curled her knees against her chest, again, drained of energy. For a moment there, she had felt something. The worse part was not being able to do a single thing about it. There was nothing she could change that would ease her thoughts down. Becca had always been dramatic, but now it felt as if she were being normal. ”I guess not.” Anything she thought had always came out of her mouth anyway, but now there wasn’t even a point in it. She could go to the top of the world and say whatever she wanted, screaming whenever she could and she would still remain a ghost. While she was dying, she was thinking of all the things that she hadn’t done. Now what was the point? Interaction was the thing that she craved the most now. Couldn’t even properly tell her hero what he meant to her. Though she supposed he must have already known. He was a hero of society. Look at this. He was a therapist? As well as a good fighter? She wondered what he was. With the attack on her, she had a little different perspective on humans and hunters. There was little chance he was human. At least in her book. It was time she left again. But she didn’t want to. She figured she would just stay here and listen to him speak if there were any more words to come out of his mouth. Becca might stay there for the night. Though she didn’t need sleep, she still liked to curl up and attempt to dream or something. Becca hadn’t had any yet, but she didn’t know if that was her mood or if she just didn’t remember them. Whatever it was, she wanted them back. She wanted everything back. Please.

Tagged: Ally/Sexy crawford; .Notes: Sorryitskindarepetitiveandrambly. BUT JEIOWAPJFIEOPWA THE FEELS KILLL MEEEE

made by marv @ atf, sds, and caution 2.0

[CRAWFORD BENNETT YOUNG]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]enough WORDS FOR emily! SO EXCITED NVSLKFJVSNDFLKVJBSDFLVKSHFBVSFLVKSDJFVNSDMLFKVSNMV,SDFV DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]There was a world of heartache on Crawford’s shoulders, but he managed to do something every day to lessen that load. Even if it was something as simple as helping someone across the street, he knew that it was something. Because he had done so many terrible things in his life, he knew that he would never be able to make up for the things he had done wrongly in his past. But he did know that he could at least try. Crawford couldn’t go a day without trying to help someone. If he did he felt terrible and nothing like himself. Usually he ended up helping multiple people because he really did enjoy it. If he could have helped everyone he would, but there was no way. Often times he settled for serving his patients in every way possible. Being a psychiatrist was something he not only loved doing, it was something that actually made people better. In some cases it was much more difficult to make someone better, but there was always something to make them at least feel like they were getting better. He hardly used witches or warlocks for the job, but in a few cases they were needed. He was thinking of getting a witch to come in and help with one of his patients, Talia, because her condition was worsening by the week. He sometimes didn’t know what to do. She was the most complicated case he had had in a long time. Crawford was searching for wherever the voice had come from. He couldn’t pin point it, but he suddenly did think about whether or not this voice was coming from a ghost that hadn’t yet learned how to appear. Crawford had walked into another room when she shouted that she was here. He hadn’t heard her for the simple fact that a wall was separating them. But Crawford came back and frowned. There was no sign of her at all. She was completely invisible except to other ghosts perhaps. He had never really figured the whole ghost thing out, though now he was interested immensely in what they could do. Crawford shoved his hands into his pockets. He knew almost everything there was to know about every other species, but now when the time needed it he hadn’t a clue. He didn’t know what to do about it either. So he stood there waiting for some kind of sign. Another small comment was made, this time he heard it. “Where are you anyways?” he asked, turning around and glancing about his office. “A ghost, right? You’re a ghost?” he called out a little louder just in case she had gone off somewhere that wasn’t near to him. Crawford pulled out a chair and sat on it, unknowingly facing the girl behind the mysterious voice. He sifted through his memories trying to figure out where he knew that voice from, but living after over 700 years the man had heard so many people speak that a lot of the faces blended together. He did figure that he had at least met them within the last year or so because it rang in his ears much more clearly than someone he hadn’t seen in a long time. He couldn’t remember meeting any ghosts though, so maybe it was someone who had recently died. Crawford’s eyebrows shot together. Suddenly the realization of who it was hit him. His breath caught in his throat and he pointed out with his index finger. “I know you. You’re the girl from the park, aren’t you?”” his voice sounded hopeful and slightly excited, though he couldn’t imagine why. The girl was dead after all and that was nothing to be happy about. On top of that, the memory of not being able to save her in time came to him and he felt a sudden sense of gloom hanging over his head. “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to save you.” Crawford placed his hands in his lap one neatly over the other and stared at them. There had been many times where he was unable to protect people. Her case happened to be seared into his mind more than the others because she was just so innocent looking and beautiful with her bright pink hair and soft facial features. Even for that split second he could tell that there was something peculiar about her. he couldn’t be sure what it was that he wanted to save so badly, but he knew for certain that what he hadn’t wanted—didn’t want even now, was for her to be dead. He could tell that there was a lot of life left to live for her and perhaps that was why she was now a ghost. There was something she obviously hadn’t finished or else she wouldn’t be here. For some reason he was glad that she had unfinished business because he wanted to know more about her. Maybe he could find something else to do for her to make up for what he hadn’t accomplished before. He’d do anything just to make her smile again. [/style]

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[becca]

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keep you a daydream away

i wish you could see your face right now. cause you're grinning like a fool. and we're sitting on your kitchen floor. on a tuesday afternoon. it doesn't matter when we get back. to doing what we do. cause right now could last forever. just as long as i'm with you

The concept seemed so easy. Just think turn visible or something. That should have worked. If there had been a potion to do it, she didn’t get how it would have. You had to grab onto the damn thing. Becca found this very bizarre. In all the movies, the ghosts were moving things around and shouting boo at everyone. Why couldn’t it have been like this? The whole vengeful spirit might have been something she would do without (ghosts were usually only something an old horror movie had). It seemed somehow strange to see a horror movie now that she was the living element of a classic scary movie. Not so much the new ones, but the old ones. She felt like she was living a nightmare she couldn’t get out of. In all of the movies, there hadn’t really been one she knew of when it showed what kind of horror it was for the ghost on the other side. It only showed the frightened weak people screaming and being killed. It never showed how the ghost slowly drove itself mad with no one being able to see them. Not to say that Becca might be vengeful or scary or anything, but she was really driving herself mad with this. She couldn’t even talk.

Except maybe for now. Though she sat there unsure of what to do or what to say, something had come to her realization. She had been heard. Something she hadn’t been doing since she became a ghost. There was a small drain from her, but nothing too substantial. Becca had always felt invincible and honestly, if the time came for it, she probably had unlimited bounds of nothing but energy. If anyone were to go for a long time solid, it would be Becca. The trick was getting there. She had a heard voice though. Unless Crawford was a ghost, but if that were to happen, he would have been able to see her. Maybe he was just made from perfection so could hear things others couldn’t. That was a high possibility. Becca found perfect people often roaming through her life. This man though she didn’t know him well had to be one of them. The first impressions never failed her. As he seemed to connect the dots faster than Becca even knew what was going on, she stood up yet again. She faced him as he looked desperately around the room. Maybe if she stay very still, she would just pop.

Well she didn’t seem to do that, but at least he figured it out. She wanted to answer his first question, but she became distracted by him. Glancing around the room, he caught the eyes that she had died looking into. A beautiful blue set. Probably the most beautiful she had ever seen. She wanted her heart to pound at the thought of it, but all she heard was silence. ”Yes! Yes! What are you?” While the girl changed, there were the blunt aspects she saw she hadn’t lost. Mostly because she hadn’t really had the chance to speak to someone before. In fact, a very faint smile crossed her lips to see the irony of first talking to a therapist above everyone else. Well everyone always told her she should probably seek help. Here she was. Seeking help. Her eyes glistened brightly at him as he pulled up a chair and was then looking at her. It was like he knew. It was like the man was blind looking at her. At her but not really knowing where to direct his attention. Must have been strange, just staring off and knowing something was somewhere in front. Becca went and floated on top of his desk. She could have easily sat in the cool chair he had, but she didn’t want his direction changing. Where he was setting his eyes was perfect.

Becca didn’t really get nervous for things, but there was a strange jitter in her when she thought about it. She didn’t know what to say, as if the ghost was finally speechless. No, not speechless. Just out of practice. Like she had to wind her vocal cords up a little bit in order to make them function correctly again. ”This is a comforting little room.” She commented, looking around and saying what was on her mind. Her mind switched back to him as her eyes darted for the features on his face. It was like he realized something. What did he realize? She perked up, waiting for something amazing to come out of his mouth. He pointed. It wasn’t quite directly at her, but she had to give him props for getting the regular direction. She felt like she wanted to sink into the desk and hide there for a little while. Her head shot down and back up again. Yes. That was her. She must have left quite the impression on him. ”Yeah! Yeah!” She echoed excitedly, ”That was me! After the-“ She cut herself off, not wanting to hear the words ‘attack’. So much pain. So much wonder. Trying to figure out where to go next.

He was sorry? Forever why? Becca managed to take her mind out of the depressed hole for a moment to show confusion. She floated over to him, forgetting once again that she couldn’t grab his hands, so instead putting them in her own lap to keep from exploding. She was looking at him much like a small child asking questions might have looked. ”But you did save me.” She said as if it were obvious and clear as day. Becca really did believe that he did. She wasn’t tortured slowly to death, only looking into the black eyes of her enemies. Un-resting and leaving her friends open to be hunted once again. He saved her, Calan, Trace, and whoever that other really pretty but grumpy looking chick was. Which was the official title Becca gave her. ”That’s why I came here. Tried to see if… I could… say something.” Well she managed that, but there was still the issue that he wasn’t able to look right into her eyes and her holding his hand reassuringly. All of this was so much more complex than her mind could fathom. All of this. All of it going down. This was her new life. Becca was having a really hard time with it.

Tagged: Ally/Sexy crawford; .Notes: JFIEOPAWJFIOEJWAFOIP

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[CRAWFORD BENNETT YOUNG]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]enough WORDS FOR emily! SO EXCITED NVSLKFJVSNDFLKVJBSDFLVKSHFBVSFLVKSDJFVNSDMLFKVSNMV,SDFV DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]As Crawford looked around his empty office sitting in his comfortable chair, he wondered how this particular person who he had tried to save had found him. He was glad that her life had not come to an end altogether though. He was unsure as to why he would be excited about that because he knew how awful the world could be and how painful living could be, but he was happy that her last days on earth were not ones of sadness and grief. She had another chance to live and to find whatever it was she was looking for, whether it be something as simple as love or friendship, though he was fairly certain she had found both in her days of being a human, or faerie rather. Even so, if he could, he would do anything for this girl even though he didn’t even know her. She was one of those people he almost felt responsible for. He could have saved her but he was unable. That weight was now on his shoulders and the only way it would ever be lifted was if he somehow got her to be happy. If he could somehow help her with being a ghost he would, except he knew nothing about being a ghost seeing as he was an angel. But he did know other ghosts, so he could get them to help the girl. It could be how he made up for not saving her. Crawford smiled at the compliment about his office. He had gotten one of his old friends from France to come and decorate for him because he was awful with those things. She had decorated his house as well. “Thanks,” he replied and looked around a little. He never really appreciated things like interior design because he could be in any room and not notice how the colors could change a person’s mood, how the lighting was taken into consideration, and how windows and mirrors opened up a space. He thought it was just a room to be in, nothing was really special about it unless someone special was in it with him. For instance, now the room felt different because there was a ghost in it. And not just any ghost, but a ghost who he knew to have bright pink hair and two adorable little moles on her cheek. She seemed flambouyant and bright even as she was dying, and her voice was soothing when she spoke. Everything about her, even in her last breaths were beautiful and he admired that about her. Now though he wondered why she was here and why she would come to him of all people. It was odd though he wasn’t complaining. Crawford apologized, but she said that he did save her. Crawford’s face contorted in confusion and surprise. “But…” he whispered, not able to finish his sentence. He almost told her that was impossible, but decided it would be better to not argue. She spoke again and Crawford looked at where the voice was coming from, which was directly in front of him. He wondered what it was that she had to say, so he asked. “Say what exactly?” He could think of a hundred things she’d want to say. He wanted to say about as many as that as well, he just couldn’t find the words to say them. [/style]

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[becca]

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keep you a daydream away

i wish you could see your face right now. cause you're grinning like a fool. and we're sitting on your kitchen floor. on a tuesday afternoon. it doesn't matter when we get back. to doing what we do. cause right now could last forever. just as long as i'm with you

It was interesting as who her voice decided to respond to. Since she hadn’t done anything different than what she knew of, she came to the conclusion that her ghost powers had a mind of their own. The ghostly powers she was referring to was the one that was making her audible. Of all the people, she was audible to him. A good choice really, but what was keeping her back from someone else? Some of her best friends. She visited Calan and tried to talk to him, but she didn’t have any success. Maybe it was better than she hadn’t with him. Calan had large heart problems and the last thing she needed to do was rack it up. When the attack happened and he had fallen from all that power, the first thing she had wanted to shield was him. She could have talked to the really pretty but grumpy girl. Becca’s voice could have decided on its own that it would wander over to the nearest stranger that didn’t have a clue about supernaturals. Whatever it was. No. Her voice decided it was going to be her hero. The name she had given him since she found out she wasn’t fully dead.

Her hero was looking around the room like he was observing everything for the first time. Becca found herself wanting to see what he was looking at. Seeing what he was thinking. Something that would so amuse her that it was probably best she hadn’t became an immortal. Someone like Becca who could read minds would have a very hard time keeping those things to herself. She’d probably be extremely offended often as well. Sometimes people just nodded at her and smiled even though they were trying to figure out why this crazy woman was having conversation with them. Hearing that would make her stamp her foot. She was adored. She was also hated. Never between. Sometimes it could be those two extremes but that was it. Her reading minds would also be prone for everyone else around to hear them since she would act upon those private thoughts in someone’s head. Becca, out of everything, was certainly not shy.

How could someone as beautiful as him just not be owning the place right now? He could flash those eyes of his at any country and they would give him the ruling. Becca found herself gazing at his face. She did have to say that around him at that moment, she felt more herself than any other moment as a ghost. Her old self. The bouncy happy self although she was here on terms that weren’t so pleasant. It was like there was something about the place that brought the happier side of her. Maybe it was because she was in a therapy place. Becca somehow felt she was getting it. The girl had always been curious about these. Someone sitting there talking to you and asking questions to figure out what was going on through her head. She was sure that if she did try something like this though, she’d be taking some sort of pills afterwards to keep from going bipolar all over the place. A nasty little habit of hers. Something she was dealing with more now than ever.

His voice was a whisper, but in a room this quiet, Becca was able to catch it and act on it before she forgot it, ”But nothing. There were not even close to finished with me.” Even if the moment had been brief. The way she said it was almost in anger. There was a little hint of sorrow behind it for the results, but overall, she was angry. What made people think that was just okay? Becca was pretty insane. She had friends who were mentally insane and none of them did that. She used to be all for the cute little humans running around, but now she saw that there was a darker side of the species such as there was in the supernatural world. Perhaps it was time all of them be even. Although she wasn’t into politics. It was too much hours of focus on one subject that she wasn’t about to spend a couple of seconds on. Like that, her anger she was feeling vanished as she thought of what she wanted to say. Obviously she wanted to say something that would quite explain everything. ”Thank you. And I was curious.” A giggle almost escaped her lips, but her undead heart wasn’t really ready for something that extensive yet. But she had been curious. The girl was always curious. Who wouldn’t be? He had been the light at the end of the tunnel. Almost literally.

Tagged: Ally/Sexy crawford; .Notes: JFIEOPAWJFIOEJWAFOIP

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[CRAWFORD BENNETT YOUNG]

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[becca]

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keep you a daydream away

i wish you could see your face right now. cause you're grinning like a fool. and we're sitting on your kitchen floor. on a tuesday afternoon. it doesn't matter when we get back. to doing what we do. cause right now could last forever. just as long as i'm with you

It wasn’t very hard to have Becca adore someone. It really wasn’t. All it took was a couple of smiles and jokes and she was hanging off of your shoulder. It didn’t mean anything extraordinary. That impression was caught off a lot. They thought because the way Becca acted that she liked them more than anyone else. Not true. There had been a couple of occasions where she had to tell them that (in her very Becca blunt way). Not really meaning to lead them on or anything. She could adore someone as a friend. It was possible. At that moment, she wasn’t sure how she was really adoring him at that moment. It probably had to do with her spending her last moments hearing his low singing voice in her ears. Music was her life. Or used to be. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do without her precious bass, but she’d have to figure it out. There was only so much she could really stand before breaking out into one of those crazy ghosts people saw on television. Maybe all those haunting stories were true.

Becca wasn’t sure what she had been expecting when she told him thank you. She supposed she wasn’t expecting any type of reaction. If she were to guess something, she might have guessed a shy ‘welcome’ with maybe a duck of the head. So considering that, she was utterly surprised by his reaction. It was as if nothing had hit him so hard before. He just stared. Was he still breathing? Should she go up and poke him to see? If her ghost abilities would allow her to do so. She doubted it. In a perfect world, she would be able to. Lightly tucking her light pink hair behind her ear to give her something to do (or else she might have leaped forward to find herself falling right through whatever she landed on). Finally, he moved and nodded at her, still looking as if he was unable to speak. That made the curious girl more curious. More wanting to lean in and see what was going on through his head. There were plenty of people that appeared predictable to her. Knowing what they might or might not have done. This man didn’t seem predictable at all. A trait that was both admiring and both frustrating. She wanted to know what he was doing. Why he was doing it.

Dr. Young wasn’t quite quick enough for her mouth. As soon as it popped into her head and he nodded, she had to begin to ask, ”Are you okay?” But of course, his other question prevented her from focusing on any type of answer. With a bright grin- even though she knew he couldn’t quite see it- she was excited to exchange names. Like these two were going to go farther into just simply thanking him for something and leaving. It was true- Becca had been hoping for some type of friendship to come out of him like that. Just to sit there and say a few words wasn’t good enough for someone who wanted to know a little more. At least she didn’t have to ask what he did for a living. She was a little bit of a ditz sometimes, but she wasn’t completely clueless. She knew this was a therapy room. At a couple of times or another, she was convinced she should probably be here. Funny how things turned out. It seemed pretty though. Calming. Even for constantly hyper and anxious Becca. ”Becca.” or Rebecca but ew, who wanted to be cursed with that name? For her, at least. ”And you?” Did he already introduce herself? She didn’t remember. Although her name was everywhere, it seemed only polite to ask back. That was what normal people did, right?

She watched him walk over to the bookcase like it was slow motion. Watching a movie in 3-d. That was what her entire experience felt like. She couldn’t interact with anyone around her, but she could surely see it and almost touch it. Things coming right at her but never reaching her ghostly self. Curious to what he was going over to do, she bounced over some of the things so that she was able to look over his shoulder. She didn’t expect him to turn around as soon as he did. As soon as she went to peek over, he turned and she found herself face-to-face with him. Well his blue eyes weren’t any kind of illusion created by light. This was the real deal. She took in a breath even though she didn’t need it, and held it. It took her a little bit to back up, now being a couple of feet away from him. She wondered what he would think of her if he was able to see her. Some people though she was pretty (she thought she was), and others didn’t have that style. At the mention of other ghosts, she frowned, ”No. I haven’t found anyone.” For her, it was hard to tell the difference between regular people and ghosts. Only if she ran into them. Literally. ”I’ll figure it out…” Everyone else did, right? Becca wanted to be confident with it as she was with everything else, but it was difficult when she hadn’t made any progress. Until today, that is. At least now, she was a voice.

Tagged: Ally/Sexy crawford; .Notes: AAAHHHH THEY JUST NEED TO BE HOLDING EACH OTHER ALREADY FJEIOAWPJFOIPEWA

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