everyone gets scared [denore]

[DEVIN LYSANDER HALLOWAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/29or3i8jpg-1.png); border-top: #335954 solid 30px; border-bottom: #335954 solid 30px; width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 20;] stop and stare. It had been a few weeks since the first time Devin had become solid for long enough to start his search of what was keeping him on earth. The ghost knew that some people looked for their escape for decades before they were able to move on, and some got killed by hunters. However, he believed that moving on was a more pleasant way to go, even more so now that he wasn’t alone. It was weird, seeing Lenore more than he saw most people when he’d been alive. It was almost like she was his friend, and if asked Devin knew she’d confirm that, but since he’d never had any friends before the self-doubt made sense in terms of him. Though Devin could really not complain, he enjoyed spending time in Lenore’s company. She was clever and funny and just so helpful, and it’s a shame that he’d never seen that or met someone like her before he jumped out of that window. Nevermind now, now he’d look for whatever was keeping him here because he’d been scarred beyond repair and it was his time to go. Had been already, and Devin had resented, for the longest time, that he became a ghost. They’d tried all the obvious things, like going to Toby’s and the other people who’d made his life hell, and that hadn’t worked out. Maybe it had a little, since he was sure he’d scared them into leaving other kids alone, but Devin was still here when he didn’t want to be. It was kind of sad that he didn’t realise now that later he wouldn’t want to leave, but for now the search went on. Sometimes books could help, and reading up on ghost lore was their next step. In all honesty, Devin thought that the reason why he was still here might have been because of his mother. She hadn’t come to his funeral, and Devin wasn’t sure if he could forgive her that, but he went to see her to get some closure. He hadn’t taken Lenore, this was more emotional than Toby had been, and he didn’t want to be seen in such a moment of vulnerability. Not that she would have laughed, but he still felt the instinct to protect himself. But when he came to his old house, his old room and down the corridor to his mum’s bedroom, Devin wished he hadn’t. The woman had been passed out, an empty bottle of vodka next to her bed, and whatever sleeping pills she took along with it. He had watched the sight for the longest time before giving up. She was alone, he got that, but his mother had people who loved her, she just hadn’t let anyone to come and fix her. That was the difference between her and Devin; he didn’t have anyone when he’d needed it. With a shake of his head, Devin had materialised himself to be able to be within the library setting. He’d gotten stronger by now, any time he had a minute he’d practice, channel his strength into not flickering while solid. It was not perfect, he was still so new at this, but whenever he was alone he didn’t have anything better to do. He hadn’t really made any ghost friends, maybe Thomas was warming up to him a little after he’d asked for help, but that ghost was really grumpy and Devin didn’t blame him. He was almost as alone in death as he’d had been in life, though he hadn’t put effort into meeting people as a ghost because he’d leave them anyway. Other than Lenore, of course, he’d asked her for help, and he’d met Aron at the haunted house and helped him out. The ghost had been wandering on earth for over sixty years and didn’t know he could become solid, or project his voice, so Devin wanted to help him out, which he had done. Nevertheless, Devin made his way into the library. No one really noticed as he walked into the library, it was a common place for people to come and the library he’d worked at was not this one. It would have been funny, if he’d just shown up in his old workplace. Devin knew to be careful not to reveal himself, that most humans were not aware of ghosts and other things. Devin hadn’t either, until he’d become one himself and heard of Lenore’s books and found out how many more scary things there was out there. Devin was here first, having told the girl that he’d meet her in the library he went to the mythology section, the thought making him smile absently because hardly did they know that it wasn’t really mythology. Picking up a large book, fat in width and tall in height. It looked ancient, credible, though maybe the library may not be the place the need. He takes the book with him, placing it on the table as he starts reading, and as he waited for the redhead, he figured he’d be productive. naga/lenore, 844 words, vbdjfbvjdf i love them<333

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[LENORE MAEVE BAILEY]

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The past few weeks for Lenore had been exciting and eventful, a kind of thrill in which the redhead had not felt for a long time besides writing and watching horror movies. Meeting Devin had opened up many doors for her. His existence had thrown her into the supernatural world officially, and she was actually enjoying every moment of it. It made her happy and delighted to know that everything that she had ever written down was actually real, and to also know that she had never been going mad in the first place. It was all because of the witch blood in her veins, and although she had known it was such for a long time, it was nice to know that it was actually real, and that her visions her real, her powers were real, everything was real. She had spent a lot of time with her new ghost friend, and although Devin was a bit too melancholic for her usual taste, Lenore did her best to make him smile a little more. Despite his wistfulness, the redhead did enjoy his company. His wit had a habit of making her laugh, and she had made it a point to spend as much time as she could with him before he finally had to leave.

Lenore had been helping him trying to figure what exactly was keeping him here on this earth. From Toby and all the other folks that had laid a finger on him, Devin had scared them out of their wits. But for some reason, the boy was still lurking around, which frustrated her even more. Yet, at the same time, she was secretly glad that they hadn't figured out the reason yet, selfish and guilty as she felt. She truly did enjoy Devin's company despite the importantness their quest, and didn't want him to leave her just yet. She had grown quite fond and attached to the ghost and it didn't matter if felt the same way or not. Lenore had not felt such an attachment ever since her father's disappearance, and so, was determined to stick by him, whether the other boy liked it or not.

She had no idea why he decided to meet her at the library at all places, but she didn't mind. Lenore loved books and often spent hours burying herself into them, and if any new idea popped up for her work, she would write it down. Not all her work was based on her visions, she did have imagination of her own which she implemented in her stories. Her book was still going strong in sales, providing her with enough income to keep her afloat and pay the rent. She wondered if she should try writing another to give this a boost, and the library suddenly seemed like the best idea ever. After barking a quick good-bye to Edgar, Lenore hopped out of her apartment and caught the next bus that would take her to her destination.

The moment she walked in, the tiny redhead was tempted to run through and bury herself in pages and pages of literature to pass the time. She might have done exactly that on certain occasions and days, but this time she had Devin to meet up with. So, she made her way through the library, passing by shelves and shelves of thick books until she spotted him at a table, reading. A cheeky grin appearing on her features, she went around the shelves and behind the table, tiptoeing until she was directly behind him, Raising her hands, she clapped them on his shoulders in greeting, the smack loud enough to echo through the stillness of the library. "Hi, Devin!" she said with a loud, cheery whisper in his ear. "What are you reading?"

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[DEVIN LYSANDER HALLOWAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/29or3i8jpg-1.png); border-top: #335954 solid 30px; border-bottom: #335954 solid 30px; width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 20;] stop and stare. It wasn't often that Devin was taken off guard. At school, he was so used to watching over his shoulder that even the slightest creak in the floorboards made him flinch. The pain of that was never going to go away, yet as a ghost, he was so much more able to expect what or who was coming, as well as simply not being as afraid of those who approached him. As a ghost, Devin knew that he didn't need to be afraid, but he was still taken off guard and flinched when he felt hands on his shoulders and a voice in his ear that it took him a second to recognise that it was familiar. He didn’t lose his breath, he didn’t have any to lose, but there was a very uneasy feeling in his stomach for a few moments before he was able to relax and meet the gaze of the bright haired girl. “You know, not many people can scare the living daylights out of a ghost, yet here you are.” He muses, eyes still wide but a small smile on his lips. Truth was, he was really pulled into the book he was reading. The lore was fascinating, and it told him more about being a ghost rather than what to do to move on, but Devin figured that it wouldn’t hurt to know all of these things simply because he didn’t know when he would be moving on. In all fairness, the ghost could have asked to be taken in a much faster and painful manner, but he just felt like maybe if he stuck around to do what was holding him back, maybe he could do some good to someone who needed it. Maybe, that was his next step. “Hello, Lenore.” He realised that the touch on his shoulders burned, and his form flickered. He hadn’t really had physical contact as a ghost, except at the haunted house when the ghost Aron had put an arm on his shoulder, and it seemed like those two pieces of touching him were the only ones that weren’t meant to hurt in as long as he can remember. Devin kind of missed Aron, he was a weird kid, but he liked that. He didn’t understand why he would want to stick around for sixty years, or not ask someone about projection or making himself visible, but Devin didn’t judge him for it as it was his decision. Devin was willing to show him the ropes, and for the first time, Devin had felt like he was making a friend. Funny that. It was funny that not even his mother would put a comforting hand on his shoulder when he came home with a bruised face, but then Devin shouldn’t have needed to expect that because she didn’t even come to his funeral. At least Auntie Eileen did. “Please, sit.” He smiled at Lenore, before closing the cover of the book to show her the title. It was lore about many creatures, ghosts included. “I thought that books have pretty much every version of lore about ghosts and stuff and it might help me see what I’m seeking.” He shrugged, the shyness coming through once more as he didn’t meet her gaze, feeling like maybe his words were stupid. In all honesty, Devin was still waiting for Lenore to up and leave, or maybe not show up. Devin had another little stack of books next to him, and he pushed them towards the redhead slightly. “You can have a look at some of these, or any other book you might wanna look at.” The ghost in approval of his own words, since he didn’t want to entirely dictate what Lenore did or did not read. It was funny, how different it was being at the library as a ghost rather than alive, but at the same time it was completely the same. He was feeling a stretch in his energy for being solid for so long, but that was the only way he could touch and flip the pages. He was sure his struggle with this was visible, but Devin didn’t really want to stop when he was maybe, possibly getting somewhere. “How are you, Lenore? Did you get here okay?” Devin felt like he didn’t want this to be just about him. He would consider Lenore a friend, or as close to a friend that Devin’s ever had, and so he wanted to know about her. Even the small details like that. There was no reason that they couldn’t talk while they did this, and Devin relaxed into the atmosphere of both of them working together like this. “How’s, um, school?” The subject was touchy for Devin, school was the worst place he ever went to, but sometimes it was better than home, as sick as that sounded. He was aware that his attempts at conversation were pretty much terrible, they were awkward and not at all smooth, but this was new to Devin and that was painfully obvious. He pursed his lips, shutting up before he made more of a fool of himself. naga/lenore, 859 words, <3333333

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