iii: talking to ghosts Caleb has noticed those from beyond the veil, as it were, wandering around and being either avoided or engaged with by the populace at large. He figures either this happens often or ghosts are such a part of the cosmology here that it doesn't matter if it's once a decade or once a week; ghosts are understood to exist here on this moon.
In a certain way, it's comforting. Kind of. To know that there's this "supernatural" side to life in this strange new place. It might mean that someday he doesn't have to hide that he's a witch. Won't have to hide what makes him himself. Doesn't mean he's about to rush into that reveal anytime soon, but if Chase is around...
Caleb sighs, moving past unfamiliar ghosts and giving each one a slight nod, the upturned corner of his lips. A nice, polite gesture of greeting, but nothing too involved. He walks with his hands in the pockets of his suit pants, jacket unbuttoned and tie lost to the transition of arrival. He ended up here because he felt lost and alone, he thinks with some guilt; if he'd just been grateful, happy over how things had resolved, instead of worrying about what was going to happen now that he'd apparently sent Chase some...where, in a portal of fire, now that his father had died, now that his mother probably wouldn't bother sticking around the mortal coil much longer, now that Sarah had almost been killed and exposed to magic, now that...
Now that...
Another sigh. It's concave thinking, spiraling down and into a nothingness that is too familiar to be comfortable. Instead he stops walking, scanning the ghosts and people for a familiar face.
He finds one, in a spectre of a man, face gaunt and hollow, aged appearance placing him at age 80, at the very least.
Caleb kneels down near the side of the chair the old man sits in, oxygen tubes rattling with each intake of breath.
"Hello, father."
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Caleb Danvers / The Covenant
Caleb has noticed those from beyond the veil, as it were, wandering around and being either avoided or engaged with by the populace at large. He figures either this happens often or ghosts are such a part of the cosmology here that it doesn't matter if it's once a decade or once a week; ghosts are understood to exist here on this moon.
In a certain way, it's comforting. Kind of. To know that there's this "supernatural" side to life in this strange new place. It might mean that someday he doesn't have to hide that he's a witch. Won't have to hide what makes him himself. Doesn't mean he's about to rush into that reveal anytime soon, but if Chase is around...
Caleb sighs, moving past unfamiliar ghosts and giving each one a slight nod, the upturned corner of his lips. A nice, polite gesture of greeting, but nothing too involved. He walks with his hands in the pockets of his suit pants, jacket unbuttoned and tie lost to the transition of arrival. He ended up here because he felt lost and alone, he thinks with some guilt; if he'd just been grateful, happy over how things had resolved, instead of worrying about what was going to happen now that he'd apparently sent Chase some...where, in a portal of fire, now that his father had died, now that his mother probably wouldn't bother sticking around the mortal coil much longer, now that Sarah had almost been killed and exposed to magic, now that...
Now that...
Another sigh. It's concave thinking, spiraling down and into a nothingness that is too familiar to be comfortable. Instead he stops walking, scanning the ghosts and people for a familiar face.
He finds one, in a spectre of a man, face gaunt and hollow, aged appearance placing him at age 80, at the very least.
Caleb kneels down near the side of the chair the old man sits in, oxygen tubes rattling with each intake of breath.
"Hello, father."
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