Post by Jude Sinclare on Feb 21, 2016 22:20:27 GMT
Jude was sprawled out in his normal place by the fireplace, but it wasn't a normal night. Trix was out, Jude was sober, and the night was beautiful and young. The ghosts were out, and not in their normal corner of your vision out, but really out, Jude could make out their features.
The pair of ghosts he watched seemed like the former owners of the inn. They were speaking, completely silently to one another, the wife wrapped her arms around the husband's neck holding him tight. Her legs kicking out backwards in jubilation.
Jude tilted his head curiously, he felt like a member of an audience in a very intimate play. The husband lifted his wife towards the fire place as Jude scrambled out of the way, very much enthralled by the performance before him.
The husband set her down next to the fireplace and they seemed to speak to one another. It was like an old silent film, their ghostly forms shifting with ethereal mist.
Jude's eyes went wide with surprise as the husband seemed to draw out a tiny box, opening it for the wife. The wife moved excitedly again and kissed the husband. Jude drew himself to his feet, and walked out of the inn, stopping outside to look out on the rainy night.
He'd just watched what he thought was the innkeeper proposing to his wife on Valentine's day. He felt wrong intruding any further. With a wistful smile on his face, Jude made his way down the mountain, memories of Tyler and Lucy drawing a tear to his one good eye.
"Mom and pops." Jude sobbed, sitting down against one of the fallen trees. How he wished he could go home.
The pair of ghosts he watched seemed like the former owners of the inn. They were speaking, completely silently to one another, the wife wrapped her arms around the husband's neck holding him tight. Her legs kicking out backwards in jubilation.
Jude tilted his head curiously, he felt like a member of an audience in a very intimate play. The husband lifted his wife towards the fire place as Jude scrambled out of the way, very much enthralled by the performance before him.
The husband set her down next to the fireplace and they seemed to speak to one another. It was like an old silent film, their ghostly forms shifting with ethereal mist.
Jude's eyes went wide with surprise as the husband seemed to draw out a tiny box, opening it for the wife. The wife moved excitedly again and kissed the husband. Jude drew himself to his feet, and walked out of the inn, stopping outside to look out on the rainy night.
He'd just watched what he thought was the innkeeper proposing to his wife on Valentine's day. He felt wrong intruding any further. With a wistful smile on his face, Jude made his way down the mountain, memories of Tyler and Lucy drawing a tear to his one good eye.
"Mom and pops." Jude sobbed, sitting down against one of the fallen trees. How he wished he could go home.
