ghostofyoshi

[ghostofyoshi]

twosmxkingguns:

Marcus looked at the space between himself and Kerria. It would’ve been easier if he was able to scoot closer and let her spoon him. Maybe he could even pretend to go to sleep just so she could get whatever rest she needed to keep her, her bright, cheery self. But the longer he looked at the space, the more claustrophobic he became. Pushing himself off the bed, Marcus stretched. “Sorry, Kerbear. I’m just..gonna go get some air.” 

A look of content quickly transitioned to one of concern as Marcus pushed himself off the bed. “Wait, wha...?” She sat up, eyes stuck on him. Pushing her blanket aside, she came to sit at the edge of the bed and reached for his hand. “What’s... going on? Are you okay...?” Just in that instant, a million things were flushing through her mind ---- was he okay? Were they okay? Was he finally realizing there couldn’t possibly be a real future with her? 

[ghostofyoshi]

twosmxkingguns:

It was becoming extremely more and more difficult for Marcus to find any peace when it came to sleeping. The second he closed his eyes, he could swear some thing was going to come out of the dark of his lids and attack him–shred him until there was left but blood. Kerria’s voice broke through his frazzled nerves–the voice that meant to soothe nearly having him jump out of his skin. “Just…trying to find the right position,” he murmured, feeling guilty that his restlessness was waking Kerr up. 

The blonde let out an understanding, sleepy groan as she, too, shifted. But closer to him. Arm coming up a bit, Kerria gestured for him to come closer so she could be the big spoon. “The right position is riiiigghhtt here,” she purred quietly, eyes closed but a smile reaching her lips nonetheless. She wasn’t entirely tuned into Marcus’ mood or paranoia. Just the idea of holding him so they could both find their way to a peaceful slumber. 

[ghostofyoshi]

twosmxkingguns:

The sudden shifting beside her had Kerria tiredly opening her eyes, a half asleep stare settling down on her beloved. His restlessness seemed consistent, and for a while she figured it would faze out, but it didn’t. “Babe...” the murmur barely left her lips. “...you okay?”

[ghostofyoshi]

Kerria shot up from a dead sleep with an agonizing pain in her chest, inhaling an artificial breath -- she let it out with a sob. The nightmare had been too real. Her fingers stained with the blood of her lover as she held his lifeless body... off property. He’d been stabbed over and over, and all that was left was the shell of his being. No soul. No light. It had felt too real. Shaky hands lifted to cover her mouth as she inhaled and exhaled another whimper, understanding now that it was in fact just a nightmare. But that didn’t stop her from feeling like it was real. From knowing it could be real.

[ghostofyoshi]

“I wouldn’t think too much of it. I mean, I hear stuff in this house all the time. Like... all the time.”

“I thought you…” There was a pause as he considered what he’d heard. A real noise or just his sleep deprived imagination? “My bad, sorry.”

[ghostofyoshi]

“Oh, I didn’t uh ---- I didn’t say anything.”

“What was that…?”

[ghostofyoshi]

Hand running through drenched blonde locks of hair, Kerria silently watched as the other slipped into the water, and then to the bottom. A kind smile locked onto her features before she gently rested back to let the water take her into a floating position. Weightless. The blonde squinted up at the sun that was just making its presence, enjoying the soft hum of the filter —- the only thing she could hear.

“That would be the way, wouldn’t it?” Mulling it over in her mind, the brunette decided against it. She was already sitting down anyway. As fun as jumping would’ve been, her sights were set at the bottom of the pool. Forcing herself not to abruptly make a go for it, she took in three breaths, the last of which she held before finally pushing herself out into the water. It automatically chilled her as she was enveloped. Allowing herself to sink, the ghost sat criss crossed at the bottom, hair flowing out around her. Her eyes opened even though there was that expected sting of the chlorine and the grin never left her features. The world was silenced and the sun looked different from the underwater perspective.

[ghostofyoshi]

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[ghostofyoshi]

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[ghostofyoshi]

date a girl who says “fight me” to everything, including inanimate objects

[ghostofyoshi]

Letting out a giddy laugh, Kerria followed the other girl’s lead and slipped out of her pajama pants, followed by whipping off her tank top. “That’d be extravagant,” the blonde grinned, contemplating trying to do it herself. “I think I’d probably break my neck too, so----” abruptly cutting off from her sentence, Ker wasted no time in leaping into the pool, causing a weak splash and a few small waves. Rising from the chilled water, she rubbed her eyes clean and looked to the brunette. “You gotta just jump in, that’s the way to do it.” The ghost giggled, her arms swaying around in the water.

She gave a small cheer, arms above her head. She quickly put the mug from her lap to the ground and got up from the chair. “Great! We’ll have it to ourselves for a while.” It meant more space, more enjoyable. Anya shimmied out of her shorts, kicking them off to the side. Her t-shirt was next, joining her discarded flip flops on the grass. Even if she had a bathing suit, there was no way she would go all the way inside for it. “I wish I could do a handstand and flip right into the water. I’d probably break my neck, though.” She neared the pool’s edge with a shrug and took a seat. Her feet dipped into the water, which lapped all the way up to her calves.

[ghostofyoshi]

Looking up from her trance, Kerria flashed a big smile up at Darry. “Oh yeah, and this isn’t even all of them.” Bringing up the box from her side, there were still a good two handfuls of stickers left, and she was all too eager to show someone who got it. “Some of them are doubles, but... yeah, there are a lot of different ones in there, too.” She laughed like she was just a kid again, passing the small box over to her friend.

Darry shuffled into the living room, smiling faintly at the sight of Kerria - it felt like ages since he had last seen her. He walked further, about to say ’hello’ when his gaze dropped to the stickers out in front of her. “Holy shit, those are cool,” he said with an astonished laugh, leaning down to inspect them before he sat down across from the blonde. “These are all yours?” He asked, looking up to her with a lopsided grin. She wasn’t the only one in the room who collected something Pokémon related - Darry had collected their trading cards as a child and still had them in a binder, hidden in his room.

[ghostofyoshi]

It was as if the brunette had read her mind. Kerria’s eyes lit up, similar to how a dog’s does when its leash is presented. “Only always,” the blonde smiled widely.

Ker swam every chance she got, even on those days when the pool was crowded. The people never bothered her ---- well, sometimes the frat boys did. Especially when they pulled crap like pouring beer into the pool... or worse. But that was not a problem now.

One sip turned into most of the tea being downed. Leave it to the brunette to not pace herself. Her gaze followed Kerria’s to the ever so inviting pool. All these years it’s been right there in the backyard, yet she rarely used it herself. “Anya.” A small smile sprouted on her soft lips, spreading as a proposal came to mind. “Wanna go for a swim?” To her, it didn’t matter that it was early and the sun hadn’t exactly warmed up the neighborhood yet.

[ghostofyoshi]

This was a particularly childish moment for Kerria, or at least, she felt a little childish. A large quantity of Pokemon stickers were spread out on the coffee table in the living room, and the blonde sat on her bum just before them all. She’d always had a thing for stickers ---- maybe due to the nostalgia of simply holding them. Their scent. The pure and utter joy she felt from looking at them. And yet, years later, she still couldn’t use them. They’d been sitting in a box for a while, that had been tucked in a blue backpack that Kerria hadn’t opened since her brother broke her out of the hospital and brought her to the house. But now they were out and breathing, and the ghost was happy enough to just be looking at them.

[ghostofyoshi]

Kerria and Darry sitting in the living room with a big bag of candy and picking out all their favorites from it while watching some really bad movie that neither are paying attention to. Darry going to the aquarium and taking photos of aquatic animals for Kerria to see, or Darry getting brave and going to the beach(he doesnt do well in sunlight) just to bring Kerria a seashell he thought looked nice

[ghostofyoshi]

[ghostofyoshi]

Kerria’s lips curved into an effortless and friendly smile as she took a seat. It wasn’t particularly hard for her to make friends in the house ---- but she’d met her fair share of psychopaths to remain skeptical of, well, anyone new. “I guess you could say that,” she replied, eyes casting out to the calm of the water in the pool. Taking in a needless breath of the moist air that surrounded them, the blonde relaxed back in her seat. “I’m Kerria, by the way.”

Upon carefully stretching out on the lawn chair, her gaze briefly flicked around the backyard. Anya had never been a cautious person until after death. Being trapped here had made a dent in her personality, which was something unknown to all but herself. Well, perhaps with the exception of a certain doctor, but that man’s opinion meant as much as a rat’s ass did–nothing. No one outside, but another girl sharing the confined space. A small, inviting smile played on her lips and she took a tentative sip of her tea before the stranger approached. “Not at all, blondie. You an early bird?”