The chanting stops abruptly as one of the larger shades gets too close by the grave. Nico throws out a hand towards it with a sharp command, “That’s not for you.”
Most of the shades glide backwards, faster than they’ve moved before, repelled by the force of Nico’s will.
He looks at the smallest ghost and beckons it closer. “I only want to talk. Have a drink and tell me your name.”
The ghost knelt at the edge of the pool and bent down to drink, slowly resolving into definition and full, if muted, colors. A boy, maybe thirteen years old, with blue eyes and dark red-purple bruises on his jaw and temple. His shirt is stained red.
CW: Previous injuries/death of a child
Most of the shades glide backwards, faster than they’ve moved before, repelled by the force of Nico’s will.
He looks at the smallest ghost and beckons it closer. “I only want to talk. Have a drink and tell me your name.”
The ghost knelt at the edge of the pool and bent down to drink, slowly resolving into definition and full, if muted, colors. A boy, maybe thirteen years old, with blue eyes and dark red-purple bruises on his jaw and temple. His shirt is stained red.