Hello all! This is Jack von Pyroscythe and Iâm quite excited to see what awaits in our futures. Iâm confident the brood will stand above all in the end, with Goldsmith leading us how could we not? Itâs inevitable.
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Current Timeline: Episode 7 (Finale onwards as a ghost in au :3)
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đ hello!! im mae and this is my 2nd vsmp rp acc! the other is an apo blog and can be found at @enlistedepilogue :))) my main is @palindrme
donât ever be afraid to send asks or follow, i usually follow back rp accs :) i like making friends
my pyro is going to be a lot sillier than my apo but heâll also have serious moments! more info on how ill play him + boundaries and tags under the cut
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Pyro
- Pyro is⌠frankly a little obsessed with Scott. Itâs a mixture of fear, respect, and love. It is not healthy in any capacity and as much as I love toxic yaoi, do not take his obsessions as real life examples
- However, with Scott and ep 7 onwards, he is becoming more confident in himself and less afraid of Scott. I still think they are so toxic and yaoi but the dynamic has shifted. I play him almost as a willing guard dog at this point, he is kept on a short leash that heâs grown teeth sharp enough to bite through.
- Heâs in his early 20s and a very bitter man. He holds grudges that stay until they are made up for or manipulated out of him (cough cough vamprism)
- Has mostly made up his mind about his future as a vampire, strictly does not want a cure and will respond with anger if pushed on the fact
- Doesnât take lightly to insults to his coven
- Is just a silly little guy sometimes.. he waxes poetry because heâs a college student who went to the place with the most rumored curses to write his thesis. Come on.
- He loves his friends and cherishes the relationships he has as they are not something heâs very used to.
- Slowly taking back his agency the more power he grows
- also with ep 7 out he will be referring to Scott less as Sire now except in very few circumstances you have to solve my 3 riddles to find
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as the roleplayer, i do have a few boundaries, unlike my apo blog, i donât mind any and all ships with Pyro (though i adore majorscythe mainly) (and firelocke has been growing on meâŚ) and you have free permission to act romantically towards him :) u can always ask if unsure though
i am however an adult! i will not romantically pair our characters if you are 15 and younger, im not against interacting with you at all, would just really prefer things stay at a comfortable level. this also goes for sexual jokes or innuendos, regardless of if it's a joke i really do not want to talk about that with people so much younger than me, ty for understanding
note: !! i am not against nsfw rp but it must be properly communicated, contained in dms, and you have to be at least 18.
and lastly i would prefer a warning if you ever want to go a super dark direction with our characters! i enjoy psych horror and exploration on mental health/toxic relationships etc but would still want to be told first in heavier contexts
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tags!
- #Pyro: LearnedPet
my all encompassing tag for anything that pyro is in, only posts that dont have it will be ooc ones
- #Pyro: Quiet by the lake
This will be for my starter prompts, they will always be open unless otherwise specified and can be replied to anytime, i love interaction, please. Respond.
also the starter prompts are usually a bit longer! dont feel pressured by the length of them i dont expect all responses to be that long at all, its just to kinda kick things off :)
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Scott should have just skipped Pyro's grave today, why was he even here? He had been doing his rounds for the past few weeks now, visiting Avid's grave, and Owen's, and even Abolish's parents every few times, just because Abolish couldn't. He had been skipping Pyro's though, ever since he appeared and they had their big blow out. He didn't know where the ghost had gone but he assumed if it was anywhere, it was his grave. But today.. he chose different. Maybe he thought Pyro wouldn't be there, or that he had disappeared back where he came from, but he still found himself walking up to the grave he made with a bunch of red roses in his hands to place there.
He scowled as he read the name of Pyro on the grave, raising a hand to brush over his shoulder, where the ghost had attacked him. It didn't hurt anymore, but the memory still ached in its own way. Maybe more emotionally than he'd like to admit to, but nonetheless, he just sighed and brushed the memory away. Scott stepped forward, laying the bundle of roses down on the neatly made grave. He stood there silently for a moment, looking around. He didn't see Pyro anywhere so.. he slowly dropped to his knees to sit there in front of it. Letting himself relax a bit more as he pondered.
"Is this how it will be for eternity..?" He mumbled to himself.
It was hard to tell the time as a ghost. As a human he told it by how tired he felt. As a vampire, by how his skin burned in the light. As a ghost however he had neither, just the rise and fall of the light that he could barely keep track of.
Even in his life, both forms of it, Pyro had a habit of⌠losing track of days. It was often during his spouts of writing, but even more common while left alone. Pyro found his mind was not an easy one to sit with.
All of Oakhurst was gone save for one man he would prefer to never lay an eye on again despite the ache in his chest at that thought.
(Surely it was just an aftereffect of the stake.)
⌠Pyro didnât want to think on that anymore.
After his fight with Scott he had immediately attempted his leave, worn with anguish and betrayal that yelled over his want to turn straight back around to his Sire and home. He had ran right to where he arrived all those months ago, where he knew that invisible border had been.
But strangely enough he never reached the border. Instead Pyro got about two thirds of the way towards the forest before a large pain in his chest pulled him back. A cry had broke through him. He was still trapped.
Maybe after some time of thinking he would come to be grateful he wasnât able to leave in a fit of anger, but thinking was something Pyro was not wont to do anytime soon.
So as Pyro wandered, similarly did his mind. Distantly he could check back in and realize the sun going down, or how he often followed a flash of red and white in his peripherals that always disappeared into a dark building he subconsciously refused to go near.
It was a long cycle that passed by in a few blinks, follow the color, wander around, return to his grave if the color left. This time however the color had made its way to his grave. The break in routine clearing the fog in the ghosts head long enough to realize the âcolorâ he had been following was Scott. He scoffed to himself, even when trying not to think of the man his pathetic brain brought him right back.
Scott was sitting next to his burial site, a place Pyro had returned to often for a reason he couldnât find the words to verbalize. But now Scott was there, and Pyro would have to wait until he left.
He was sure he could put up a fight if need be, his claws (however slight and short lived) had dug into the elderâs shoulder. Pyro was virtually untouchable unless he put effort into being (a theory he tested very early on between his bouts of clouded thoughts.)
But truthfully Pyro was tired, tired of the afterlife, tired of Scott. He was still torn over the man, how long he had waited to care. Pyro no longer wished to argue, at least not like this.
So the apparition gently lowered himself to the ground by a nearby tree, close enough to hear if Scott were to speak. Arms wrapped around curled legs in which he rested his head on. Hopefully the other wouldnât stay for long.
Abolish knelt in front of Pyro's grave. He hadn't been the one to build it, but, in all fairness, he hadn't been the one to kill Pyro.
"Hi, Pyro." He said, somewhat awkwardly. "I hope you don't mind me coming to visit. I realize we weren't exactly on good terms when you..."
He cleared his throat. "I think Shelby made your grave? It wasn't here the first time I came back to Oakhurst, but it seems like something she would do."
He fidgeted with his sleeves. "I don't know why I'm here, honestly. I mean, I was trying to kill you, so." He said dryly. "You were nice to me, though. With the rose, and all. I don't know."
He shrugged. "I guess I'm just sorry everything turned out this way. I mean... I guess if anyone could have prevented all of this, it probably would have been me. So... yeah. That's all."
He stood, dusting off his pants from where he had sat on the dirt floor.
@abolish-veylocke
A translucent figure watched the one-sided conversation from a distance. Abolish had been kind to him, it seemed now even in death.
Pyro sighed. He was grateful, truly, visits to his grave were few and far in between. But they had been trying to stay out of the way ever since Shelby saw him the first time and thought he was a hallucination.
The ghost missed life, company, but even more than that Pyro didnât want to face the fact it was unlikely anyone would want to see him. Sure they came to his grave and said they missed him but the second he revealed himself he was sure they would switch up.
Pyro was only good in remembrance. That thought kept him from stepping forward again. It kept him hiding from sight every year Avidâs grave was visited, or the two still in the castle.
Pyro ran his fingers over the bark of the tree as he watched Abolish begin to leave the gravesite, it was getting easier to focus on physically touching things. Not easy enough however to save him from falling through the tree he had been leaning on and stumbling to the other side of it. Shit- He quickly phased back through it, shuddering at the feeling and hoping he hadnât been spotted.
He shouldnât. He realllllyy really shouldnât. But what if Pyro was wrong? What if people did want to see him? Abolish had been one of the most.. Well he hadnât hated Pyro the way the others did and that did mean something.
Maybe if it was someone else there he wouldnât listen. Someone a little less kind to him in his life.
Pyro stepped back around the tree slowly, letting Abolish see him in plain view, bright against the trees of Oakhurst.
The lack of vindication in his tone allowed Pyro to step forward. As Pyro shifted the light reflected through him like glass. They wrung their hands together, hoping a proper look at him would allowed Abolish to answer his own question.
â.. Hey.â He said in lieu of anything else, unsure of how to explain something he didnât know very well himself.
â⌠Would âI wasnât eitherâ apply in this situation?â
Pyro continued closer to stop a few feet away from Abolish, though it wasnât quite clear if he was leaving the distance for flight room or to give the other man space.
He laughed quietly. It was probably the first time anyone in Oakhurst had heard him laugh. "Fair enough." He tilted his head. "... How long have you been awake?"
Abolishâs laugh.. Pyro was surprised to hear it. There were less laughing matters between the two of them in the past they supposed. âItâs.. Iâm unsure.â The ghost glanced to the side, eyes downcast as he chewed on his lip.
âI havenât been able to write or touch anything, at least not with a whole lot of effort.. I tried to count the rising and falling of the moon but too many days passed by.â He turned his focus towards his grave. âI just woke up here, next to that. Everyone but those two in town were gone and.. I find it.. difficult to approach them.â
Pyroâs eyes jumped to Abolish as he spoke, locked on intensively as he considered the request.
He didnât want to be alone. Not in the capital, not in Oakhurst, not in death. He hadnât tried to leave yet for that reason. Even if no one acknowledged or saw him, Pyro had Cleo and Pearl to watch. Out in the wild however he had no idea what might across, and even more terrifying, what he might not.
âI.. donât know if Iâm able to leave. I havenât tried.â He didnât deny the request.
Pyro hesitantly reached forward, focusing on the connection enough to place his hand in the others. âYou mustâve read stories about ghouls, apparitions and the like. How theyâre often confined to the place of their death.â
What if he got the courage to finally leave and found himself bound once again? âIâve.. feared I would be a similar case. Staying here of my own volition is better than being trapped.â
Abolish nodded, squeezing Pyro's hand back absentmindedly. "Right. Common misconception, staking doesn't actually kill a vampire. If the stake gets dislodged, you come back to life. The only ways to permanently kill a vampire are with fire, and by rejecting the cure."
Pyroâs eyes widen and his hand slips through the other for the moment before he reaches back to adjust.
âYou canât be telling the truth.â His voice waivers, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes as he glances towards his grave, the castle, then the crypt.
Abolish knelt in front of Pyro's grave. He hadn't been the one to build it, but, in all fairness, he hadn't been the one to kill Pyro.
"Hi, Pyro." He said, somewhat awkwardly. "I hope you don't mind me coming to visit. I realize we weren't exactly on good terms when you..."
He cleared his throat. "I think Shelby made your grave? It wasn't here the first time I came back to Oakhurst, but it seems like something she would do."
He fidgeted with his sleeves. "I don't know why I'm here, honestly. I mean, I was trying to kill you, so." He said dryly. "You were nice to me, though. With the rose, and all. I don't know."
He shrugged. "I guess I'm just sorry everything turned out this way. I mean... I guess if anyone could have prevented all of this, it probably would have been me. So... yeah. That's all."
He stood, dusting off his pants from where he had sat on the dirt floor.
@abolish-veylocke
A translucent figure watched the one-sided conversation from a distance. Abolish had been kind to him, it seemed now even in death.
Pyro sighed. He was grateful, truly, visits to his grave were few and far in between. But they had been trying to stay out of the way ever since Shelby saw him the first time and thought he was a hallucination.
The ghost missed life, company, but even more than that Pyro didnât want to face the fact it was unlikely anyone would want to see him. Sure they came to his grave and said they missed him but the second he revealed himself he was sure they would switch up.
Pyro was only good in remembrance. That thought kept him from stepping forward again. It kept him hiding from sight every year Avidâs grave was visited, or the two still in the castle.
Pyro ran his fingers over the bark of the tree as he watched Abolish begin to leave the gravesite, it was getting easier to focus on physically touching things. Not easy enough however to save him from falling through the tree he had been leaning on and stumbling to the other side of it. Shit- He quickly phased back through it, shuddering at the feeling and hoping he hadnât been spotted.
He shouldnât. He realllllyy really shouldnât. But what if Pyro was wrong? What if people did want to see him? Abolish had been one of the most.. Well he hadnât hated Pyro the way the others did and that did mean something.
Maybe if it was someone else there he wouldnât listen. Someone a little less kind to him in his life.
Pyro stepped back around the tree slowly, letting Abolish see him in plain view, bright against the trees of Oakhurst.
The lack of vindication in his tone allowed Pyro to step forward. As Pyro shifted the light reflected through him like glass. They wrung their hands together, hoping a proper look at him would allowed Abolish to answer his own question.
â.. Hey.â He said in lieu of anything else, unsure of how to explain something he didnât know very well himself.
â⌠Would âI wasnât eitherâ apply in this situation?â
Pyro continued closer to stop a few feet away from Abolish, though it wasnât quite clear if he was leaving the distance for flight room or to give the other man space.
He laughed quietly. It was probably the first time anyone in Oakhurst had heard him laugh. "Fair enough." He tilted his head. "... How long have you been awake?"
Abolishâs laugh.. Pyro was surprised to hear it. There were less laughing matters between the two of them in the past they supposed. âItâs.. Iâm unsure.â The ghost glanced to the side, eyes downcast as he chewed on his lip.
âI havenât been able to write or touch anything, at least not with a whole lot of effort.. I tried to count the rising and falling of the moon but too many days passed by.â He turned his focus towards his grave. âI just woke up here, next to that. Everyone but those two in town were gone and.. I find it.. difficult to approach them.â
Pyroâs eyes jumped to Abolish as he spoke, locked on intensively as he considered the request.
He didnât want to be alone. Not in the capital, not in Oakhurst, not in death. He hadnât tried to leave yet for that reason. Even if no one acknowledged or saw him, Pyro had Cleo and Pearl to watch. Out in the wild however he had no idea what might across, and even more terrifying, what he might not.
âI.. donât know if Iâm able to leave. I havenât tried.â He didnât deny the request.
Pyro hesitantly reached forward, focusing on the connection enough to place his hand in the others. âYou mustâve read stories about ghouls, apparitions and the like. How theyâre often confined to the place of their death.â
What if he got the courage to finally leave and found himself bound once again? âIâve.. feared I would be a similar case. Staying here of my own volition is better than being trapped.â
Abolish knelt in front of Pyro's grave. He hadn't been the one to build it, but, in all fairness, he hadn't been the one to kill Pyro.
"Hi, Pyro." He said, somewhat awkwardly. "I hope you don't mind me coming to visit. I realize we weren't exactly on good terms when you..."
He cleared his throat. "I think Shelby made your grave? It wasn't here the first time I came back to Oakhurst, but it seems like something she would do."
He fidgeted with his sleeves. "I don't know why I'm here, honestly. I mean, I was trying to kill you, so." He said dryly. "You were nice to me, though. With the rose, and all. I don't know."
He shrugged. "I guess I'm just sorry everything turned out this way. I mean... I guess if anyone could have prevented all of this, it probably would have been me. So... yeah. That's all."
He stood, dusting off his pants from where he had sat on the dirt floor.
@abolish-veylocke
A translucent figure watched the one-sided conversation from a distance. Abolish had been kind to him, it seemed now even in death.
Pyro sighed. He was grateful, truly, visits to his grave were few and far in between. But they had been trying to stay out of the way ever since Shelby saw him the first time and thought he was a hallucination.
The ghost missed life, company, but even more than that Pyro didnât want to face the fact it was unlikely anyone would want to see him. Sure they came to his grave and said they missed him but the second he revealed himself he was sure they would switch up.
Pyro was only good in remembrance. That thought kept him from stepping forward again. It kept him hiding from sight every year Avidâs grave was visited, or the two still in the castle.
Pyro ran his fingers over the bark of the tree as he watched Abolish begin to leave the gravesite, it was getting easier to focus on physically touching things. Not easy enough however to save him from falling through the tree he had been leaning on and stumbling to the other side of it. Shit- He quickly phased back through it, shuddering at the feeling and hoping he hadnât been spotted.
He shouldnât. He realllllyy really shouldnât. But what if Pyro was wrong? What if people did want to see him? Abolish had been one of the most.. Well he hadnât hated Pyro the way the others did and that did mean something.
Maybe if it was someone else there he wouldnât listen. Someone a little less kind to him in his life.
Pyro stepped back around the tree slowly, letting Abolish see him in plain view, bright against the trees of Oakhurst.
The lack of vindication in his tone allowed Pyro to step forward. As Pyro shifted the light reflected through him like glass. They wrung their hands together, hoping a proper look at him would allowed Abolish to answer his own question.
â.. Hey.â He said in lieu of anything else, unsure of how to explain something he didnât know very well himself.
â⌠Would âI wasnât eitherâ apply in this situation?â
Pyro continued closer to stop a few feet away from Abolish, though it wasnât quite clear if he was leaving the distance for flight room or to give the other man space.
He laughed quietly. It was probably the first time anyone in Oakhurst had heard him laugh. "Fair enough." He tilted his head. "... How long have you been awake?"
Abolishâs laugh.. Pyro was surprised to hear it. There were less laughing matters between the two of them in the past they supposed. âItâs.. Iâm unsure.â The ghost glanced to the side, eyes downcast as he chewed on his lip.
âI havenât been able to write or touch anything, at least not with a whole lot of effort.. I tried to count the rising and falling of the moon but too many days passed by.â He turned his focus towards his grave. âI just woke up here, next to that. Everyone but those two in town were gone and.. I find it.. difficult to approach them.â
Pyroâs eyes jumped to Abolish as he spoke, locked on intensively as he considered the request.
He didnât want to be alone. Not in the capital, not in Oakhurst, not in death. He hadnât tried to leave yet for that reason. Even if no one acknowledged or saw him, Pyro had Cleo and Pearl to watch. Out in the wild however he had no idea what might across, and even more terrifying, what he might not.
âI.. donât know if Iâm able to leave. I havenât tried.â He didnât deny the request.
Pyro hesitantly reached forward, focusing on the connection enough to place his hand in the others. âYou mustâve read stories about ghouls, apparitions and the like. How theyâre often confined to the place of their death.â
What if he got the courage to finally leave and found himself bound once again? âIâve.. feared I would be a similar case. Staying here of my own volition is better than being trapped.â
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Abolish knelt in front of Pyro's grave. He hadn't been the one to build it, but, in all fairness, he hadn't been the one to kill Pyro.
"Hi, Pyro." He said, somewhat awkwardly. "I hope you don't mind me coming to visit. I realize we weren't exactly on good terms when you..."
He cleared his throat. "I think Shelby made your grave? It wasn't here the first time I came back to Oakhurst, but it seems like something she would do."
He fidgeted with his sleeves. "I don't know why I'm here, honestly. I mean, I was trying to kill you, so." He said dryly. "You were nice to me, though. With the rose, and all. I don't know."
He shrugged. "I guess I'm just sorry everything turned out this way. I mean... I guess if anyone could have prevented all of this, it probably would have been me. So... yeah. That's all."
He stood, dusting off his pants from where he had sat on the dirt floor.
@abolish-veylocke
A translucent figure watched the one-sided conversation from a distance. Abolish had been kind to him, it seemed now even in death.
Pyro sighed. He was grateful, truly, visits to his grave were few and far in between. But they had been trying to stay out of the way ever since Shelby saw him the first time and thought he was a hallucination.
The ghost missed life, company, but even more than that Pyro didnât want to face the fact it was unlikely anyone would want to see him. Sure they came to his grave and said they missed him but the second he revealed himself he was sure they would switch up.
Pyro was only good in remembrance. That thought kept him from stepping forward again. It kept him hiding from sight every year Avidâs grave was visited, or the two still in the castle.
Pyro ran his fingers over the bark of the tree as he watched Abolish begin to leave the gravesite, it was getting easier to focus on physically touching things. Not easy enough however to save him from falling through the tree he had been leaning on and stumbling to the other side of it. Shit- He quickly phased back through it, shuddering at the feeling and hoping he hadnât been spotted.
He shouldnât. He realllllyy really shouldnât. But what if Pyro was wrong? What if people did want to see him? Abolish had been one of the most.. Well he hadnât hated Pyro the way the others did and that did mean something.
Maybe if it was someone else there he wouldnât listen. Someone a little less kind to him in his life.
Pyro stepped back around the tree slowly, letting Abolish see him in plain view, bright against the trees of Oakhurst.
The lack of vindication in his tone allowed Pyro to step forward. As Pyro shifted the light reflected through him like glass. They wrung their hands together, hoping a proper look at him would allowed Abolish to answer his own question.
â.. Hey.â He said in lieu of anything else, unsure of how to explain something he didnât know very well himself.
â⌠Would âI wasnât eitherâ apply in this situation?â
Pyro continued closer to stop a few feet away from Abolish, though it wasnât quite clear if he was leaving the distance for flight room or to give the other man space.
He laughed quietly. It was probably the first time anyone in Oakhurst had heard him laugh. "Fair enough." He tilted his head. "... How long have you been awake?"
Abolishâs laugh.. Pyro was surprised to hear it. There were less laughing matters between the two of them in the past they supposed. âItâs.. Iâm unsure.â The ghost glanced to the side, eyes downcast as he chewed on his lip.
âI havenât been able to write or touch anything, at least not with a whole lot of effort.. I tried to count the rising and falling of the moon but too many days passed by.â He turned his focus towards his grave. âI just woke up here, next to that. Everyone but those two in town were gone and.. I find it.. difficult to approach them.â
Pyroâs eyes jumped to Abolish as he spoke, locked on intensively as he considered the request.
He didnât want to be alone. Not in the capital, not in Oakhurst, not in death. He hadnât tried to leave yet for that reason. Even if no one acknowledged or saw him, Pyro had Cleo and Pearl to watch. Out in the wild however he had no idea what might across, and even more terrifying, what he might not.
âI.. donât know if Iâm able to leave. I havenât tried.â He didnât deny the request.
Abolish knelt in front of Pyro's grave. He hadn't been the one to build it, but, in all fairness, he hadn't been the one to kill Pyro.
"Hi, Pyro." He said, somewhat awkwardly. "I hope you don't mind me coming to visit. I realize we weren't exactly on good terms when you..."
He cleared his throat. "I think Shelby made your grave? It wasn't here the first time I came back to Oakhurst, but it seems like something she would do."
He fidgeted with his sleeves. "I don't know why I'm here, honestly. I mean, I was trying to kill you, so." He said dryly. "You were nice to me, though. With the rose, and all. I don't know."
He shrugged. "I guess I'm just sorry everything turned out this way. I mean... I guess if anyone could have prevented all of this, it probably would have been me. So... yeah. That's all."
He stood, dusting off his pants from where he had sat on the dirt floor.
@abolish-veylocke
A translucent figure watched the one-sided conversation from a distance. Abolish had been kind to him, it seemed now even in death.
Pyro sighed. He was grateful, truly, visits to his grave were few and far in between. But they had been trying to stay out of the way ever since Shelby saw him the first time and thought he was a hallucination.
The ghost missed life, company, but even more than that Pyro didnât want to face the fact it was unlikely anyone would want to see him. Sure they came to his grave and said they missed him but the second he revealed himself he was sure they would switch up.
Pyro was only good in remembrance. That thought kept him from stepping forward again. It kept him hiding from sight every year Avidâs grave was visited, or the two still in the castle.
Pyro ran his fingers over the bark of the tree as he watched Abolish begin to leave the gravesite, it was getting easier to focus on physically touching things. Not easy enough however to save him from falling through the tree he had been leaning on and stumbling to the other side of it. Shit- He quickly phased back through it, shuddering at the feeling and hoping he hadnât been spotted.
He shouldnât. He realllllyy really shouldnât. But what if Pyro was wrong? What if people did want to see him? Abolish had been one of the most.. Well he hadnât hated Pyro the way the others did and that did mean something.
Maybe if it was someone else there he wouldnât listen. Someone a little less kind to him in his life.
Pyro stepped back around the tree slowly, letting Abolish see him in plain view, bright against the trees of Oakhurst.
The lack of vindication in his tone allowed Pyro to step forward. As Pyro shifted the light reflected through him like glass. They wrung their hands together, hoping a proper look at him would allowed Abolish to answer his own question.
â.. Hey.â He said in lieu of anything else, unsure of how to explain something he didnât know very well himself.
â⌠Would âI wasnât eitherâ apply in this situation?â
Pyro continued closer to stop a few feet away from Abolish, though it wasnât quite clear if he was leaving the distance for flight room or to give the other man space.
He laughed quietly. It was probably the first time anyone in Oakhurst had heard him laugh. "Fair enough." He tilted his head. "... How long have you been awake?"
Abolishâs laugh.. Pyro was surprised to hear it. There were less laughing matters between the two of them in the past they supposed. âItâs.. Iâm unsure.â The ghost glanced to the side, eyes downcast as he chewed on his lip.
âI havenât been able to write or touch anything, at least not with a whole lot of effort.. I tried to count the rising and falling of the moon but too many days passed by.â He turned his focus towards his grave. âI just woke up here, next to that. Everyone but those two in town were gone and.. I find it.. difficult to approach them.â
Abolish knelt in front of Pyro's grave. He hadn't been the one to build it, but, in all fairness, he hadn't been the one to kill Pyro.
"Hi, Pyro." He said, somewhat awkwardly. "I hope you don't mind me coming to visit. I realize we weren't exactly on good terms when you..."
He cleared his throat. "I think Shelby made your grave? It wasn't here the first time I came back to Oakhurst, but it seems like something she would do."
He fidgeted with his sleeves. "I don't know why I'm here, honestly. I mean, I was trying to kill you, so." He said dryly. "You were nice to me, though. With the rose, and all. I don't know."
He shrugged. "I guess I'm just sorry everything turned out this way. I mean... I guess if anyone could have prevented all of this, it probably would have been me. So... yeah. That's all."
He stood, dusting off his pants from where he had sat on the dirt floor.
@abolish-veylocke
A translucent figure watched the one-sided conversation from a distance. Abolish had been kind to him, it seemed now even in death.
Pyro sighed. He was grateful, truly, visits to his grave were few and far in between. But they had been trying to stay out of the way ever since Shelby saw him the first time and thought he was a hallucination.
The ghost missed life, company, but even more than that Pyro didnât want to face the fact it was unlikely anyone would want to see him. Sure they came to his grave and said they missed him but the second he revealed himself he was sure they would switch up.
Pyro was only good in remembrance. That thought kept him from stepping forward again. It kept him hiding from sight every year Avidâs grave was visited, or the two still in the castle.
Pyro ran his fingers over the bark of the tree as he watched Abolish begin to leave the gravesite, it was getting easier to focus on physically touching things. Not easy enough however to save him from falling through the tree he had been leaning on and stumbling to the other side of it. Shit- He quickly phased back through it, shuddering at the feeling and hoping he hadnât been spotted.
He shouldnât. He realllllyy really shouldnât. But what if Pyro was wrong? What if people did want to see him? Abolish had been one of the most.. Well he hadnât hated Pyro the way the others did and that did mean something.
Maybe if it was someone else there he wouldnât listen. Someone a little less kind to him in his life.
Pyro stepped back around the tree slowly, letting Abolish see him in plain view, bright against the trees of Oakhurst.
The lack of vindication in his tone allowed Pyro to step forward. As Pyro shifted the light reflected through him like glass. They wrung their hands together, hoping a proper look at him would allowed Abolish to answer his own question.
â.. Hey.â He said in lieu of anything else, unsure of how to explain something he didnât know very well himself.
â⌠Would âI wasnât eitherâ apply in this situation?â
Pyro continued closer to stop a few feet away from Abolish, though it wasnât quite clear if he was leaving the distance for flight room or to give the other man space.
Abolish knelt in front of Pyro's grave. He hadn't been the one to build it, but, in all fairness, he hadn't been the one to kill Pyro.
"Hi, Pyro." He said, somewhat awkwardly. "I hope you don't mind me coming to visit. I realize we weren't exactly on good terms when you..."
He cleared his throat. "I think Shelby made your grave? It wasn't here the first time I came back to Oakhurst, but it seems like something she would do."
He fidgeted with his sleeves. "I don't know why I'm here, honestly. I mean, I was trying to kill you, so." He said dryly. "You were nice to me, though. With the rose, and all. I don't know."
He shrugged. "I guess I'm just sorry everything turned out this way. I mean... I guess if anyone could have prevented all of this, it probably would have been me. So... yeah. That's all."
He stood, dusting off his pants from where he had sat on the dirt floor.
@abolish-veylocke
A translucent figure watched the one-sided conversation from a distance. Abolish had been kind to him, it seemed now even in death.
Pyro sighed. He was grateful, truly, visits to his grave were few and far in between. But they had been trying to stay out of the way ever since Shelby saw him the first time and thought he was a hallucination.
The ghost missed life, company, but even more than that Pyro didnât want to face the fact it was unlikely anyone would want to see him. Sure they came to his grave and said they missed him but the second he revealed himself he was sure they would switch up.
Pyro was only good in remembrance. That thought kept him from stepping forward again. It kept him hiding from sight every year Avidâs grave was visited, or the two still in the castle.
Pyro ran his fingers over the bark of the tree as he watched Abolish begin to leave the gravesite, it was getting easier to focus on physically touching things. Not easy enough however to save him from falling through the tree he had been leaning on and stumbling to the other side of it. Shit- He quickly phased back through it, shuddering at the feeling and hoping he hadnât been spotted.
He shouldnât. He realllllyy really shouldnât. But what if Pyro was wrong? What if people did want to see him? Abolish had been one of the most.. Well he hadnât hated Pyro the way the others did and that did mean something.
Maybe if it was someone else there he wouldnât listen. Someone a little less kind to him in his life.
Pyro stepped back around the tree slowly, letting Abolish see him in plain view, bright against the trees of Oakhurst.
The lack of vindication in his tone allowed Pyro to step forward. As Pyro shifted the light reflected through him like glass. They wrung their hands together, hoping a proper look at him would allowed Abolish to answer his own question.
â.. Hey.â He said in lieu of anything else, unsure of how to explain something he didnât know very well himself.
Abolish knelt in front of Pyro's grave. He hadn't been the one to build it, but, in all fairness, he hadn't been the one to kill Pyro.
"Hi, Pyro." He said, somewhat awkwardly. "I hope you don't mind me coming to visit. I realize we weren't exactly on good terms when you..."
He cleared his throat. "I think Shelby made your grave? It wasn't here the first time I came back to Oakhurst, but it seems like something she would do."
He fidgeted with his sleeves. "I don't know why I'm here, honestly. I mean, I was trying to kill you, so." He said dryly. "You were nice to me, though. With the rose, and all. I don't know."
He shrugged. "I guess I'm just sorry everything turned out this way. I mean... I guess if anyone could have prevented all of this, it probably would have been me. So... yeah. That's all."
He stood, dusting off his pants from where he had sat on the dirt floor.
@abolish-veylocke
A translucent figure watched the one-sided conversation from a distance. Abolish had been kind to him, it seemed now even in death.
Pyro sighed. He was grateful, truly, visits to his grave were few and far in between. But they had been trying to stay out of the way ever since Shelby saw him the first time and thought he was a hallucination.
The ghost missed life, company, but even more than that Pyro didnât want to face the fact it was unlikely anyone would want to see him. Sure they came to his grave and said they missed him but the second he revealed himself he was sure they would switch up.
Pyro was only good in remembrance. That thought kept him from stepping forward again. It kept him hiding from sight every year Avidâs grave was visited, or the two still in the castle.
Pyro ran his fingers over the bark of the tree as he watched Abolish begin to leave the gravesite, it was getting easier to focus on physically touching things. Not easy enough however to save him from falling through the tree he had been leaning on and stumbling to the other side of it. Shit- He quickly phased back through it, shuddering at the feeling and hoping he hadnât been spotted.
He shouldnât. He realllllyy really shouldnât. But what if Pyro was wrong? What if people did want to see him? Abolish had been one of the most.. Well he hadnât hated Pyro the way the others did and that did mean something.
Maybe if it was someone else there he wouldnât listen. Someone a little less kind to him in his life.
Pyro stepped back around the tree slowly, letting Abolish see him in plain view, bright against the trees of Oakhurst.
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Abolish knelt in front of Pyro's grave. He hadn't been the one to build it, but, in all fairness, he hadn't been the one to kill Pyro.
"Hi, Pyro." He said, somewhat awkwardly. "I hope you don't mind me coming to visit. I realize we weren't exactly on good terms when you..."
He cleared his throat. "I think Shelby made your grave? It wasn't here the first time I came back to Oakhurst, but it seems like something she would do."
He fidgeted with his sleeves. "I don't know why I'm here, honestly. I mean, I was trying to kill you, so." He said dryly. "You were nice to me, though. With the rose, and all. I don't know."
He shrugged. "I guess I'm just sorry everything turned out this way. I mean... I guess if anyone could have prevented all of this, it probably would have been me. So... yeah. That's all."
He stood, dusting off his pants from where he had sat on the dirt floor.
@abolish-veylocke
A translucent figure watched the one-sided conversation from a distance. Abolish had been kind to him, it seemed now even in death.
Pyro sighed. He was grateful, truly, visits to his grave were few and far in between. But they had been trying to stay out of the way ever since Shelby saw him the first time and thought he was a hallucination.
The ghost missed life, company, but even more than that Pyro didnât want to face the fact it was unlikely anyone would want to see him. Sure they came to his grave and said they missed him but the second he revealed himself he was sure they would switch up.
Pyro was only good in remembrance. That thought kept him from stepping forward again. It kept him hiding from sight every year Avidâs grave was visited, or the two still in the castle.
Pyro ran his fingers over the bark of the tree as he watched Abolish begin to leave the gravesite, it was getting easier to focus on physically touching things. Not easy enough however to save him from falling through the tree he had been leaning on and stumbling to the other side of it. Shit- He quickly phased back through it, shuddering at the feeling and hoping he hadnât been spotted.
Abolish knelt in front of Pyro's grave. He hadn't been the one to build it, but, in all fairness, he hadn't been the one to kill Pyro.
"Hi, Pyro." He said, somewhat awkwardly. "I hope you don't mind me coming to visit. I realize we weren't exactly on good terms when you..."
He cleared his throat. "I think Shelby made your grave? It wasn't here the first time I came back to Oakhurst, but it seems like something she would do."
He fidgeted with his sleeves. "I don't know why I'm here, honestly. I mean, I was trying to kill you, so." He said dryly. "You were nice to me, though. With the rose, and all. I don't know."
He shrugged. "I guess I'm just sorry everything turned out this way. I mean... I guess if anyone could have prevented all of this, it probably would have been me. So... yeah. That's all."
He stood, dusting off his pants from where he had sat on the dirt floor.
@abolish-veylocke
A translucent figure watched the one-sided conversation from a distance. Abolish had been kind to him, it seemed now even in death.
Pyro sighed. He was grateful, truly, visits to his grave were few and far in between. But they had been trying to stay out of the way ever since Shelby saw him the first time and thought he was a hallucination.
The ghost missed life, company, but even more than that Pyro didnât want to face the fact it was unlikely anyone would want to see him. Sure they came to his grave and said they missed him but the second he revealed himself he was sure they would switch up.
Pyro was only good in remembrance. That thought kept him from stepping forward again. It kept him hiding from sight every year Avidâs grave was visited, or the two still in the castle.
Pyro ran his fingers over the bark of the tree as he watched Abolish begin to leave the gravesite, it was getting easier to focus on physically touching things. Not easy enough however to save him from falling through the tree he had been leaning on and stumbling to the other side of it. Shit- He quickly phased back through it, shuddering at the feeling and hoping he hadnât been spotted.
The first thing Pyro did was return to the castle. To look for the others. He hiked the entire way to the bridge and fell through the door while attempting to push it open. It sent a weird shiver through him where the wood was, jeez, he was still getting used to that-
âSire! Drift?â He yelled out, keeping an eye out for movement as he made his way to the dining hall. âOwen?â Owen hadnât been seen in a while so honestly he wasnât expecting that one to work.
He hesitated before calling out once again. âShelby..?â He was quieter saying it, instances of his death coming to the forefront of his mind. Pyro still wasnât sure how to feel about her, about what she did. But he couldnât find anyone and someone who betrayed him was better company than his own thoughts.
He shook his head, there was no evidence she would be the only one there anyways. âSire- Goldsmith!â Maybe it wouldnât be the smartest to call him that after the last time he did, but it would surely grab his attention. Could anyone even hear him as a ghost? He was dead- he knew that. But he hadnât seen a soul- what if he was forced to watch everyone live on without him? Without knowing he was there?
Hands came up to wipe at bitter tears again.
- @learnedpet
Scott sighed as he walked up the stairs of the crypt, having just come up from Shelby's room in the crypt. It was embarrassing, but he missed her. Being in her room helped, if not saddened him further, knowing the light that lived there was gone. Bittersweet, but sweet enough to be a comfort to him now he was the only cold soul left in the castle.. in town.
His ears twitched at the sound of something. A.. voice? No, couldn't possibly be. He was hearing things, a birds chirp maybe. That's what he told himself as he made it to the top of the stairs, only to stop in his tracks as he heard it again. Clearly. And by a.. terribly familiar voice. No. No he had to be going crazy now. Crazy from grief, or the isolation, or some other thing. But how could he be hearing Pyro after just building his grave? He couldn't be-
His ears tilted down as he heard the voice again, his name this time. The last name felt foreign from Pyro's lips, but it was his. Had it been any other time, maybe he would have been infuriated he used that name. But now, he just slowly stepped towards the door. Quiet as he could as he slowly opened the door and peered out to see none other than.. Pyro. Standing there, like the day he lost him. Scott wasn't one to breathe, he lost that habit, but for once he sucked in air, feeling like he could choke.
"P.. Pyro?" He asked, choking out words as he stared in horror and disbelief. "No.. how are you.. are you real?" He prodded, like a hallucination would even tell him. Stepping out of the doorway and tentatively in his direction. "You're dead. Dead dead. You were staked, you can't be.."
It was when Pyro took a step forward that the moon shining in through the large stained window behind him reflected through him, angle changing ever so slightly as if he were a piece of frosted glass put in ways of the light. âYou can see me-â He stumbled, tears ceasing out of pure shock and relief. âSire.â His voice held light, hope perhaps. âI.. I think my spirit lives on.. I woke up by the obelisk.â He explained, hands twitching towards where the still living stood but unreaching quite yet.
âItâs.. strange. I canât- Where is everyone?â The humans, the coven, Shelby. âShe staked me- Shelby killed me Sire I-â Pyroâs face scrunched once again, voice breaking as he willed himself not to cry, to not look weaker than he already did.
Scott bit his lip as he stared at Pyro. He was really here, a ghost it seemed, but here. And.. sad. He looked like a kicked puppy, truly. Scott didn't think there was a good way to break this to him, that he knew about it all. But chose his words carefully as he spoke next, slowly. His heart still ached for his fallen member, one of his own. The very one he sired. It still hurt.
"I.. know. She told me she killed you, but she's gone now. She's left town.. everyone's left town. Except me." He said, folding his hands in his lap as he looked down to the ground instead. Like he was ashamed of the curse he's befallen.
"I don't know.. how you're here. It's been- I only made you a grave today to mourn you properly. I thought you deserved a final place, a memory, I didn't think.."
Shelby was gone? Everyone was? Why did Scott stay?
Many questions catapulted their way through his head but there was only one voiced aloud. âWhen? How.. long has it been?â It couldnât have been long surely, probably right after whatever side won- and Scott had a moment to settle down. It was something of a comfort it was Scott to make his grave, like proof he was still his.
Would that change now he was this? A.. ghost? More questions left unasked.
Even in final death Pyro was smaller than Scott, looking up at his savior. Itâs when he glanced over to the crypt that Pyro realized exactly what the elder had said. âShelby told you?â He paused, cautious enveloping his voice above the fear. âWhat did- you- You just let her get away with that?â
His brow was furrowed now, a flash of hurt. âYou said you were fond of us- you threatened me at the thought of even hurting her in self defense!â Pyro was raising his voice now, stance unfolding on itself to stand taller and wipe away the tears still threatening to fall.
âDoes the same not apply to both of us? I didnât fight back Sire! I let her because I knew you-â His voice breaks, tears seeping their way into his anger. âI thought youâd.. do something.â Some part of Pyro knew he wouldnât be getting out of Oakhurst alive, but still he had hoped it wouldnât be without fan faire, a scene.
Despite wanting to continue, he shut himself up, surely it was a misunderstanding- Shelby left sure but there was no telling the context. Scott wouldâve done something. Pyro needed to have that trust in him.
Scott took a deep breath, the humanity he thought was gone seeping through him again. Drastic times call for drastic measures, he supposed. He took a moment to process all the questions, though it was hard for even him and his reeling mind. Still, he kept a composed face. He could see how angry and riled up Pyro was becoming and he really wasn't in the mood to have an argument about this.
"It's been.. a few weeks." He said slowly. "After you were killed, Owen died too. We all agreed it was time this ended. We made a plan. Ren, Martyn, and Legundo died. But Abolish, Sausage, Pearl and Cleo got to go. Everyone got to leave. Shelby and drift left, but I.. couldn't." He sounded almost ashamed. Ashamed, confused, hurt, as he stared down at the ground. Recollecting what happened. He shook his head, casting the feelings away and he looked back up to Pyro.
"I couldn't leave, for some reason. I'm bound here. I've been alone here for.. awhile. I realized you didn't have a grave so I made you one. I guess that.. that brought you here?" He offered, obviously unsure in his tone. Trying to remain composed even with Pyro's hurt tone. "I was- am fond of you. Both of you. I was fond of Avid too, but I didn't punish you for taking him out, did I? Hurting Shelby wouldn't have helped anything when it was the end anyway."
"I was the only one who made you a grave, the only one who bothered, the only who mourned. Because I'm fond of you, despite everything."
âA few weeks??!â Exasperation heavy, Pyro was full on shouting now. âYou waited weeks? You were going to leave here without even-â
A loud huff. âAnd donât pull that with me Goldsmith- As if you wouldnât have staked me if I laid a single claw on Shelby!â He knew because Scott had literally said it- End or not. The same day Pyro was slaughtered. It took little effort to drop the title this time, âSireâ was a title of respect, and Pyro certainly was lacking it for Scott now.
The anger jolting through him was heavy, heavier than the fear. Fear of Scott, fear of having come so close to being forgotten. It didnât replace the terror, but turned into a blanket wrapping around it. Letting it warm and simmer.
Pyro couldnât care less about the ones that died, about Ren, Martyn, even Legundo. All humans, and Owen was probably planning to bury himself again like he said. But others cared about them in a way Pyro had thought people would care about him. They probably all got graves the day they passed.
âYou didnât mourn. You just got bored. Mourning is a funeral and kind words and a- a- Itâs not waiting weeks to even care!â A growl caught itself in his throat, low and only audible when he spoke.
Somewhere, he was questioning why he would dare talk to Scott like this, his sire who had brought him into a âlifeâ of meaning. But he was dead and no longer had that life, anger he never got to release simply bubbled over the top as his claws extended and he slashed forward at the other. To his surprise the hit landed for a moment, nails catching deep in Scottâs shoulder before he lost the contact, hand phasing right through the rest of him.
Scott wasn't very surprised by the pushback itself, he expected something of that, but he wasn't expecting the shouting and rage. The words spat so viciously at him, his name said with such venom. He'd be impressed if it was directed at someone else, he could appreciate the bravery in it, speaking to him of all people like this. But those thoughts were in the back of his mind. Pyro had never spoken to him like this before, and honestly it caught him off guard enough to stumble and his mind stuttering. He shook his head, looking down as he tried to gather his thoughts.
"Pyro, no, you-" his words were cut off with a gasp and a yelp of pain and shock, looking up to Pyro with wide red eyes as he felt claws suddenly slash against his shoulder. Fast and deep. He hissed, stumbling back to get away. He swiped at Pyro on accident but the claws didn't catch, just sifted through his form. Scott didn't try again, just stepped back and away from Pyro as his hand touched his shoulder with another pained noise, pulling his hand back to see he was bleeding.
Red eyes darted back up to Pyro and glared, hurt and confusion and rage burning in those crimson red eyes as he stared back at his attacker. "How dare you." He growled, obviously enraged as he stepped forward menacingly, one hand clenched in anger like it was ready to strike while the other covered his wound. "You dare raise your claws to me? I was the only one who actually cared enough to make something for you, because I cared, and you have the audacity to nitpick my grief? If you think being dead means you can just do whatever you want with me now you are sorely mistaken." He scolded.
âI- I didnât-â Pyro stuttered, rage broken for a moment through the shock at the damage he had done, shame. He hadnât expected to be able to touch anything. But as Scott kept talking it was only his insistence, him not addressing any of Pyroâs real points that set it home for him. Convinced Pyro of his anger. âHow dare me?â
The spirit stepped towards Scott in turn, matching his threat like a mirror neither of them could look into. âYou only claim to care for my person when it benefits your narrative, Goldsmith!
âNot when Shelby stakes me in my own home, not when I canât control the bloodlust you never bothered to teach me of!â It was something he had been thinking about a while, how Shelby was so obviously the favorite, how they could get away with anything followed by praise while Pyro was left to lie in the dust, scorned at mistakes he had no idea he wouldâve been able to make.
All of the rhetoric Scott had been spewing was starting to sound familiar, how he should be lucky anyoneâs given him the time day. His parents brought him into this world so they deserved respect- His teachers didnât expel him for the rumors spread because they were oh so generous. Pyro was sick and tired of being told he had to follow a guidebook everyone but him seemed to own.
âYou âchoseâ me the same way one would go to the market for supper and clearly my death held the same amount of importance!â His teeth were bared sharp, pissed off with each word he ran out. Maybe the things he was saying were dramatized in the heat of the moment. Pyro had never thought them to these extents but anger was something he was so used to holding onto, pushing down until he didnât even notice it scratching the skin of its surface.
Scott scoffed, rolling his eyes. None of that was true, obviously. Pyro was just too short-sided and angry to see Scott's truth in it all. His care that he couldn't bring himself to say plainly but still showed through actions. It was obvious to Scott at least. Yes he had faults in this, but he was currently too angry and hurt to consider those right now. He was angry Pyro was putting words in his mouth and intentions in his mind, things that just weren't true. Each word of Pyro's just making his anger bubble up faster. "I turned you because I was alone!" He lashed out, an oddly vulnerable statement for it being shouted so venomously. Though with Pyro here now, acting this way, he was still feeling pretty alone again.
Scott moved his arm, maybe to reach for Pyro again, but seethed in the pain of it. Damn, it was a deep slash indeed. Scott wasn't used to being hurt like this, it had been awhile since his last battle that actually hurt him so badly to wound and bleed. As much as he would love to get his claws into Pyro now, he knew it would be useless given his hand would just go through it anyway. It was worth it, Pyro wasn't worth this mess.
Scott just shook his head and turned away from Pyro, hand still pressing over his wound as he began walking back out the door. "Fine, then leave. I'm sure I'm horrible to you, so just leave me be. You have all of oakhurst to roam, and so do I. Just leave me alone." He said with bitterness in his voice. He was used to being alone anyway, in this castle, he was for centuries after all.
Pyroâs wall of anger cracked for just a moment at the words, hurt flashing upon his face though Scott had already turned around before it could be been. But the growing nettle of the argument burrowed into the vulnerability, vines wrapping around his heart and squeezing. âFine.â
âFine!â Pyro turned himself, as much as Scott had hurt him, pissed him off, Pyro didnât want to be alone. But he would leave, he wasnât wanted and he wasnât going to just bow down to someone who was doing nothing to earn it.
Pyro used to follow of fear, of respect, and appreciation for what Scott gave him. But Pyro was dead, Scott didnât seem to care about him; No matter his reasoning for the turning.
His shoes shouldâve clacked loudly down the dining hall (It wouldâve been more dramatic) but no sound exited his escape. Breath hitched once more for anyone listening hard enough as tears forced themselves out of his eyes, and Pyro was gone.
The first thing Pyro did was return to the castle. To look for the others. He hiked the entire way to the bridge and fell through the door while attempting to push it open. It sent a weird shiver through him where the wood was, jeez, he was still getting used to that-
âSire! Drift?â He yelled out, keeping an eye out for movement as he made his way to the dining hall. âOwen?â Owen hadnât been seen in a while so honestly he wasnât expecting that one to work.
He hesitated before calling out once again. âShelby..?â He was quieter saying it, instances of his death coming to the forefront of his mind. Pyro still wasnât sure how to feel about her, about what she did. But he couldnât find anyone and someone who betrayed him was better company than his own thoughts.
He shook his head, there was no evidence she would be the only one there anyways. âSire- Goldsmith!â Maybe it wouldnât be the smartest to call him that after the last time he did, but it would surely grab his attention. Could anyone even hear him as a ghost? He was dead- he knew that. But he hadnât seen a soul- what if he was forced to watch everyone live on without him? Without knowing he was there?
Hands came up to wipe at bitter tears again.
- @learnedpet
Scott sighed as he walked up the stairs of the crypt, having just come up from Shelby's room in the crypt. It was embarrassing, but he missed her. Being in her room helped, if not saddened him further, knowing the light that lived there was gone. Bittersweet, but sweet enough to be a comfort to him now he was the only cold soul left in the castle.. in town.
His ears twitched at the sound of something. A.. voice? No, couldn't possibly be. He was hearing things, a birds chirp maybe. That's what he told himself as he made it to the top of the stairs, only to stop in his tracks as he heard it again. Clearly. And by a.. terribly familiar voice. No. No he had to be going crazy now. Crazy from grief, or the isolation, or some other thing. But how could he be hearing Pyro after just building his grave? He couldn't be-
His ears tilted down as he heard the voice again, his name this time. The last name felt foreign from Pyro's lips, but it was his. Had it been any other time, maybe he would have been infuriated he used that name. But now, he just slowly stepped towards the door. Quiet as he could as he slowly opened the door and peered out to see none other than.. Pyro. Standing there, like the day he lost him. Scott wasn't one to breathe, he lost that habit, but for once he sucked in air, feeling like he could choke.
"P.. Pyro?" He asked, choking out words as he stared in horror and disbelief. "No.. how are you.. are you real?" He prodded, like a hallucination would even tell him. Stepping out of the doorway and tentatively in his direction. "You're dead. Dead dead. You were staked, you can't be.."
It was when Pyro took a step forward that the moon shining in through the large stained window behind him reflected through him, angle changing ever so slightly as if he were a piece of frosted glass put in ways of the light. âYou can see me-â He stumbled, tears ceasing out of pure shock and relief. âSire.â His voice held light, hope perhaps. âI.. I think my spirit lives on.. I woke up by the obelisk.â He explained, hands twitching towards where the still living stood but unreaching quite yet.
âItâs.. strange. I canât- Where is everyone?â The humans, the coven, Shelby. âShe staked me- Shelby killed me Sire I-â Pyroâs face scrunched once again, voice breaking as he willed himself not to cry, to not look weaker than he already did.
Scott bit his lip as he stared at Pyro. He was really here, a ghost it seemed, but here. And.. sad. He looked like a kicked puppy, truly. Scott didn't think there was a good way to break this to him, that he knew about it all. But chose his words carefully as he spoke next, slowly. His heart still ached for his fallen member, one of his own. The very one he sired. It still hurt.
"I.. know. She told me she killed you, but she's gone now. She's left town.. everyone's left town. Except me." He said, folding his hands in his lap as he looked down to the ground instead. Like he was ashamed of the curse he's befallen.
"I don't know.. how you're here. It's been- I only made you a grave today to mourn you properly. I thought you deserved a final place, a memory, I didn't think.."
Shelby was gone? Everyone was? Why did Scott stay?
Many questions catapulted their way through his head but there was only one voiced aloud. âWhen? How.. long has it been?â It couldnât have been long surely, probably right after whatever side won- and Scott had a moment to settle down. It was something of a comfort it was Scott to make his grave, like proof he was still his.
Would that change now he was this? A.. ghost? More questions left unasked.
Even in final death Pyro was smaller than Scott, looking up at his savior. Itâs when he glanced over to the crypt that Pyro realized exactly what the elder had said. âShelby told you?â He paused, cautious enveloping his voice above the fear. âWhat did- you- You just let her get away with that?â
His brow was furrowed now, a flash of hurt. âYou said you were fond of us- you threatened me at the thought of even hurting her in self defense!â Pyro was raising his voice now, stance unfolding on itself to stand taller and wipe away the tears still threatening to fall.
âDoes the same not apply to both of us? I didnât fight back Sire! I let her because I knew you-â His voice breaks, tears seeping their way into his anger. âI thought youâd.. do something.â Some part of Pyro knew he wouldnât be getting out of Oakhurst alive, but still he had hoped it wouldnât be without fan faire, a scene.
Despite wanting to continue, he shut himself up, surely it was a misunderstanding- Shelby left sure but there was no telling the context. Scott wouldâve done something. Pyro needed to have that trust in him.
Scott took a deep breath, the humanity he thought was gone seeping through him again. Drastic times call for drastic measures, he supposed. He took a moment to process all the questions, though it was hard for even him and his reeling mind. Still, he kept a composed face. He could see how angry and riled up Pyro was becoming and he really wasn't in the mood to have an argument about this.
"It's been.. a few weeks." He said slowly. "After you were killed, Owen died too. We all agreed it was time this ended. We made a plan. Ren, Martyn, and Legundo died. But Abolish, Sausage, Pearl and Cleo got to go. Everyone got to leave. Shelby and drift left, but I.. couldn't." He sounded almost ashamed. Ashamed, confused, hurt, as he stared down at the ground. Recollecting what happened. He shook his head, casting the feelings away and he looked back up to Pyro.
"I couldn't leave, for some reason. I'm bound here. I've been alone here for.. awhile. I realized you didn't have a grave so I made you one. I guess that.. that brought you here?" He offered, obviously unsure in his tone. Trying to remain composed even with Pyro's hurt tone. "I was- am fond of you. Both of you. I was fond of Avid too, but I didn't punish you for taking him out, did I? Hurting Shelby wouldn't have helped anything when it was the end anyway."
"I was the only one who made you a grave, the only one who bothered, the only who mourned. Because I'm fond of you, despite everything."
âA few weeks??!â Exasperation heavy, Pyro was full on shouting now. âYou waited weeks? You were going to leave here without even-â
A loud huff. âAnd donât pull that with me Goldsmith- As if you wouldnât have staked me if I laid a single claw on Shelby!â He knew because Scott had literally said it- End or not. The same day Pyro was slaughtered. It took little effort to drop the title this time, âSireâ was a title of respect, and Pyro certainly was lacking it for Scott now.
The anger jolting through him was heavy, heavier than the fear. Fear of Scott, fear of having come so close to being forgotten. It didnât replace the terror, but turned into a blanket wrapping around it. Letting it warm and simmer.
Pyro couldnât care less about the ones that died, about Ren, Martyn, even Legundo. All humans, and Owen was probably planning to bury himself again like he said. But others cared about them in a way Pyro had thought people would care about him. They probably all got graves the day they passed.
âYou didnât mourn. You just got bored. Mourning is a funeral and kind words and a- a- Itâs not waiting weeks to even care!â A growl caught itself in his throat, low and only audible when he spoke.
Somewhere, he was questioning why he would dare talk to Scott like this, his sire who had brought him into a âlifeâ of meaning. But he was dead and no longer had that life, anger he never got to release simply bubbled over the top as his claws extended and he slashed forward at the other. To his surprise the hit landed for a moment, nails catching deep in Scottâs shoulder before he lost the contact, hand phasing right through the rest of him.
Scott wasn't very surprised by the pushback itself, he expected something of that, but he wasn't expecting the shouting and rage. The words spat so viciously at him, his name said with such venom. He'd be impressed if it was directed at someone else, he could appreciate the bravery in it, speaking to him of all people like this. But those thoughts were in the back of his mind. Pyro had never spoken to him like this before, and honestly it caught him off guard enough to stumble and his mind stuttering. He shook his head, looking down as he tried to gather his thoughts.
"Pyro, no, you-" his words were cut off with a gasp and a yelp of pain and shock, looking up to Pyro with wide red eyes as he felt claws suddenly slash against his shoulder. Fast and deep. He hissed, stumbling back to get away. He swiped at Pyro on accident but the claws didn't catch, just sifted through his form. Scott didn't try again, just stepped back and away from Pyro as his hand touched his shoulder with another pained noise, pulling his hand back to see he was bleeding.
Red eyes darted back up to Pyro and glared, hurt and confusion and rage burning in those crimson red eyes as he stared back at his attacker. "How dare you." He growled, obviously enraged as he stepped forward menacingly, one hand clenched in anger like it was ready to strike while the other covered his wound. "You dare raise your claws to me? I was the only one who actually cared enough to make something for you, because I cared, and you have the audacity to nitpick my grief? If you think being dead means you can just do whatever you want with me now you are sorely mistaken." He scolded.
âI- I didnât-â Pyro stuttered, rage broken for a moment through the shock at the damage he had done, shame. He hadnât expected to be able to touch anything. But as Scott kept talking it was only his insistence, him not addressing any of Pyroâs real points that set it home for him. Convinced Pyro of his anger. âHow dare me?â
The spirit stepped towards Scott in turn, matching his threat like a mirror neither of them could look into. âYou only claim to care for my person when it benefits your narrative, Goldsmith!
âNot when Shelby stakes me in my own home, not when I canât control the bloodlust you never bothered to teach me of!â It was something he had been thinking about a while, how Shelby was so obviously the favorite, how they could get away with anything followed by praise while Pyro was left to lie in the dust, scorned at mistakes he had no idea he wouldâve been able to make.
All of the rhetoric Scott had been spewing was starting to sound familiar, how he should be lucky anyoneâs given him the time day. His parents brought him into this world so they deserved respect- His teachers didnât expel him for the rumors spread because they were oh so generous. Pyro was sick and tired of being told he had to follow a guidebook everyone but him seemed to own.
âYou âchoseâ me the same way one would go to the market for supper and clearly my death held the same amount of importance!â His teeth were bared sharp, pissed off with each word he ran out. Maybe the things he was saying were dramatized in the heat of the moment. Pyro had never thought them to these extents but anger was something he was so used to holding onto, pushing down until he didnât even notice it scratching the skin of its surface.
The first thing Pyro did was return to the castle. To look for the others. He hiked the entire way to the bridge and fell through the door while attempting to push it open. It sent a weird shiver through him where the wood was, jeez, he was still getting used to that-
âSire! Drift?â He yelled out, keeping an eye out for movement as he made his way to the dining hall. âOwen?â Owen hadnât been seen in a while so honestly he wasnât expecting that one to work.
He hesitated before calling out once again. âShelby..?â He was quieter saying it, instances of his death coming to the forefront of his mind. Pyro still wasnât sure how to feel about her, about what she did. But he couldnât find anyone and someone who betrayed him was better company than his own thoughts.
He shook his head, there was no evidence she would be the only one there anyways. âSire- Goldsmith!â Maybe it wouldnât be the smartest to call him that after the last time he did, but it would surely grab his attention. Could anyone even hear him as a ghost? He was dead- he knew that. But he hadnât seen a soul- what if he was forced to watch everyone live on without him? Without knowing he was there?
Hands came up to wipe at bitter tears again.
- @learnedpet
Scott sighed as he walked up the stairs of the crypt, having just come up from Shelby's room in the crypt. It was embarrassing, but he missed her. Being in her room helped, if not saddened him further, knowing the light that lived there was gone. Bittersweet, but sweet enough to be a comfort to him now he was the only cold soul left in the castle.. in town.
His ears twitched at the sound of something. A.. voice? No, couldn't possibly be. He was hearing things, a birds chirp maybe. That's what he told himself as he made it to the top of the stairs, only to stop in his tracks as he heard it again. Clearly. And by a.. terribly familiar voice. No. No he had to be going crazy now. Crazy from grief, or the isolation, or some other thing. But how could he be hearing Pyro after just building his grave? He couldn't be-
His ears tilted down as he heard the voice again, his name this time. The last name felt foreign from Pyro's lips, but it was his. Had it been any other time, maybe he would have been infuriated he used that name. But now, he just slowly stepped towards the door. Quiet as he could as he slowly opened the door and peered out to see none other than.. Pyro. Standing there, like the day he lost him. Scott wasn't one to breathe, he lost that habit, but for once he sucked in air, feeling like he could choke.
"P.. Pyro?" He asked, choking out words as he stared in horror and disbelief. "No.. how are you.. are you real?" He prodded, like a hallucination would even tell him. Stepping out of the doorway and tentatively in his direction. "You're dead. Dead dead. You were staked, you can't be.."
It was when Pyro took a step forward that the moon shining in through the large stained window behind him reflected through him, angle changing ever so slightly as if he were a piece of frosted glass put in ways of the light. âYou can see me-â He stumbled, tears ceasing out of pure shock and relief. âSire.â His voice held light, hope perhaps. âI.. I think my spirit lives on.. I woke up by the obelisk.â He explained, hands twitching towards where the still living stood but unreaching quite yet.
âItâs.. strange. I canât- Where is everyone?â The humans, the coven, Shelby. âShe staked me- Shelby killed me Sire I-â Pyroâs face scrunched once again, voice breaking as he willed himself not to cry, to not look weaker than he already did.
Scott bit his lip as he stared at Pyro. He was really here, a ghost it seemed, but here. And.. sad. He looked like a kicked puppy, truly. Scott didn't think there was a good way to break this to him, that he knew about it all. But chose his words carefully as he spoke next, slowly. His heart still ached for his fallen member, one of his own. The very one he sired. It still hurt.
"I.. know. She told me she killed you, but she's gone now. She's left town.. everyone's left town. Except me." He said, folding his hands in his lap as he looked down to the ground instead. Like he was ashamed of the curse he's befallen.
"I don't know.. how you're here. It's been- I only made you a grave today to mourn you properly. I thought you deserved a final place, a memory, I didn't think.."
Shelby was gone? Everyone was? Why did Scott stay?
Many questions catapulted their way through his head but there was only one voiced aloud. âWhen? How.. long has it been?â It couldnât have been long surely, probably right after whatever side won- and Scott had a moment to settle down. It was something of a comfort it was Scott to make his grave, like proof he was still his.
Would that change now he was this? A.. ghost? More questions left unasked.
Even in final death Pyro was smaller than Scott, looking up at his savior. Itâs when he glanced over to the crypt that Pyro realized exactly what the elder had said. âShelby told you?â He paused, cautious enveloping his voice above the fear. âWhat did- you- You just let her get away with that?â
His brow was furrowed now, a flash of hurt. âYou said you were fond of us- you threatened me at the thought of even hurting her in self defense!â Pyro was raising his voice now, stance unfolding on itself to stand taller and wipe away the tears still threatening to fall.
âDoes the same not apply to both of us? I didnât fight back Sire! I let her because I knew you-â His voice breaks, tears seeping their way into his anger. âI thought youâd.. do something.â Some part of Pyro knew he wouldnât be getting out of Oakhurst alive, but still he had hoped it wouldnât be without fan faire, a scene.
Despite wanting to continue, he shut himself up, surely it was a misunderstanding- Shelby left sure but there was no telling the context. Scott wouldâve done something. Pyro needed to have that trust in him.
Scott took a deep breath, the humanity he thought was gone seeping through him again. Drastic times call for drastic measures, he supposed. He took a moment to process all the questions, though it was hard for even him and his reeling mind. Still, he kept a composed face. He could see how angry and riled up Pyro was becoming and he really wasn't in the mood to have an argument about this.
"It's been.. a few weeks." He said slowly. "After you were killed, Owen died too. We all agreed it was time this ended. We made a plan. Ren, Martyn, and Legundo died. But Abolish, Sausage, Pearl and Cleo got to go. Everyone got to leave. Shelby and drift left, but I.. couldn't." He sounded almost ashamed. Ashamed, confused, hurt, as he stared down at the ground. Recollecting what happened. He shook his head, casting the feelings away and he looked back up to Pyro.
"I couldn't leave, for some reason. I'm bound here. I've been alone here for.. awhile. I realized you didn't have a grave so I made you one. I guess that.. that brought you here?" He offered, obviously unsure in his tone. Trying to remain composed even with Pyro's hurt tone. "I was- am fond of you. Both of you. I was fond of Avid too, but I didn't punish you for taking him out, did I? Hurting Shelby wouldn't have helped anything when it was the end anyway."
"I was the only one who made you a grave, the only one who bothered, the only who mourned. Because I'm fond of you, despite everything."
âA few weeks??!â Exasperation heavy, Pyro was full on shouting now. âYou waited weeks? You were going to leave here without even-â
A loud huff. âAnd donât pull that with me Goldsmith- As if you wouldnât have staked me if I laid a single claw on Shelby!â He knew because Scott had literally said it- End or not. The same day Pyro was slaughtered. It took little effort to drop the title this time, âSireâ was a title of respect, and Pyro certainly was lacking it for Scott now.
The anger jolting through him was heavy, heavier than the fear. Fear of Scott, fear of having come so close to being forgotten. It didnât replace the terror, but turned into a blanket wrapping around it. Letting it warm and simmer.
Pyro couldnât care less about the ones that died, about Ren, Martyn, even Legundo. All humans, and Owen was probably planning to bury himself again like he said. But others cared about them in a way Pyro had thought people would care about him. They probably all got graves the day they passed.
âYou didnât mourn. You just got bored. Mourning is a funeral and kind words and a- a- Itâs not waiting weeks to even care!â A growl caught itself in his throat, low and only audible when he spoke.
Somewhere, he was questioning why he would dare talk to Scott like this, his sire who had brought him into a âlifeâ of meaning. But he was dead and no longer had that life, anger he never got to release simply bubbled over the top as his claws extended and he slashed forward at the other. To his surprise the hit landed for a moment, nails catching deep in Scottâs shoulder before he lost the contact, hand phasing right through the rest of him.
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The first thing Pyro did was return to the castle. To look for the others. He hiked the entire way to the bridge and fell through the door while attempting to push it open. It sent a weird shiver through him where the wood was, jeez, he was still getting used to that-
âSire! Drift?â He yelled out, keeping an eye out for movement as he made his way to the dining hall. âOwen?â Owen hadnât been seen in a while so honestly he wasnât expecting that one to work.
He hesitated before calling out once again. âShelby..?â He was quieter saying it, instances of his death coming to the forefront of his mind. Pyro still wasnât sure how to feel about her, about what she did. But he couldnât find anyone and someone who betrayed him was better company than his own thoughts.
He shook his head, there was no evidence she would be the only one there anyways. âSire- Goldsmith!â Maybe it wouldnât be the smartest to call him that after the last time he did, but it would surely grab his attention. Could anyone even hear him as a ghost? He was dead- he knew that. But he hadnât seen a soul- what if he was forced to watch everyone live on without him? Without knowing he was there?
Hands came up to wipe at bitter tears again.
- @learnedpet
Scott sighed as he walked up the stairs of the crypt, having just come up from Shelby's room in the crypt. It was embarrassing, but he missed her. Being in her room helped, if not saddened him further, knowing the light that lived there was gone. Bittersweet, but sweet enough to be a comfort to him now he was the only cold soul left in the castle.. in town.
His ears twitched at the sound of something. A.. voice? No, couldn't possibly be. He was hearing things, a birds chirp maybe. That's what he told himself as he made it to the top of the stairs, only to stop in his tracks as he heard it again. Clearly. And by a.. terribly familiar voice. No. No he had to be going crazy now. Crazy from grief, or the isolation, or some other thing. But how could he be hearing Pyro after just building his grave? He couldn't be-
His ears tilted down as he heard the voice again, his name this time. The last name felt foreign from Pyro's lips, but it was his. Had it been any other time, maybe he would have been infuriated he used that name. But now, he just slowly stepped towards the door. Quiet as he could as he slowly opened the door and peered out to see none other than.. Pyro. Standing there, like the day he lost him. Scott wasn't one to breathe, he lost that habit, but for once he sucked in air, feeling like he could choke.
"P.. Pyro?" He asked, choking out words as he stared in horror and disbelief. "No.. how are you.. are you real?" He prodded, like a hallucination would even tell him. Stepping out of the doorway and tentatively in his direction. "You're dead. Dead dead. You were staked, you can't be.."
It was when Pyro took a step forward that the moon shining in through the large stained window behind him reflected through him, angle changing ever so slightly as if he were a piece of frosted glass put in ways of the light. âYou can see me-â He stumbled, tears ceasing out of pure shock and relief. âSire.â His voice held light, hope perhaps. âI.. I think my spirit lives on.. I woke up by the obelisk.â He explained, hands twitching towards where the still living stood but unreaching quite yet.
âItâs.. strange. I canât- Where is everyone?â The humans, the coven, Shelby. âShe staked me- Shelby killed me Sire I-â Pyroâs face scrunched once again, voice breaking as he willed himself not to cry, to not look weaker than he already did.
Scott bit his lip as he stared at Pyro. He was really here, a ghost it seemed, but here. And.. sad. He looked like a kicked puppy, truly. Scott didn't think there was a good way to break this to him, that he knew about it all. But chose his words carefully as he spoke next, slowly. His heart still ached for his fallen member, one of his own. The very one he sired. It still hurt.
"I.. know. She told me she killed you, but she's gone now. She's left town.. everyone's left town. Except me." He said, folding his hands in his lap as he looked down to the ground instead. Like he was ashamed of the curse he's befallen.
"I don't know.. how you're here. It's been- I only made you a grave today to mourn you properly. I thought you deserved a final place, a memory, I didn't think.."
Shelby was gone? Everyone was? Why did Scott stay?
Many questions catapulted their way through his head but there was only one voiced aloud. âWhen? How.. long has it been?â It couldnât have been long surely, probably right after whatever side won- and Scott had a moment to settle down. It was something of a comfort it was Scott to make his grave, like proof he was still his.
Would that change now he was this? A.. ghost? More questions left unasked.
Even in final death Pyro was smaller than Scott, looking up at his savior. Itâs when he glanced over to the crypt that Pyro realized exactly what the elder had said. âShelby told you?â He paused, cautious enveloping his voice above the fear. âWhat did- you- You just let her get away with that?â
His brow was furrowed now, a flash of hurt. âYou said you were fond of us- you threatened me at the thought of even hurting her in self defense!â Pyro was raising his voice now, stance unfolding on itself to stand taller and wipe away the tears still threatening to fall.
âDoes the same not apply to both of us? I didnât fight back Sire! I let her because I knew you-â His voice breaks, tears seeping their way into his anger. âI thought youâd.. do something.â Some part of Pyro knew he wouldnât be getting out of Oakhurst alive, but still he had hoped it wouldnât be without fan faire, a scene.
Despite wanting to continue, he shut himself up, surely it was a misunderstanding- Shelby left sure but there was no telling the context. Scott wouldâve done something. Pyro needed to have that trust in him.
The first thing Pyro did was return to the castle. To look for the others. He hiked the entire way to the bridge and fell through the door while attempting to push it open. It sent a weird shiver through him where the wood was, jeez, he was still getting used to that-
âSire! Drift?â He yelled out, keeping an eye out for movement as he made his way to the dining hall. âOwen?â Owen hadnât been seen in a while so honestly he wasnât expecting that one to work.
He hesitated before calling out once again. âShelby..?â He was quieter saying it, instances of his death coming to the forefront of his mind. Pyro still wasnât sure how to feel about her, about what she did. But he couldnât find anyone and someone who betrayed him was better company than his own thoughts.
He shook his head, there was no evidence she would be the only one there anyways. âSire- Goldsmith!â Maybe it wouldnât be the smartest to call him that after the last time he did, but it would surely grab his attention. Could anyone even hear him as a ghost? He was dead- he knew that. But he hadnât seen a soul- what if he was forced to watch everyone live on without him? Without knowing he was there?
Hands came up to wipe at bitter tears again.
- @learnedpet
Scott sighed as he walked up the stairs of the crypt, having just come up from Shelby's room in the crypt. It was embarrassing, but he missed her. Being in her room helped, if not saddened him further, knowing the light that lived there was gone. Bittersweet, but sweet enough to be a comfort to him now he was the only cold soul left in the castle.. in town.
His ears twitched at the sound of something. A.. voice? No, couldn't possibly be. He was hearing things, a birds chirp maybe. That's what he told himself as he made it to the top of the stairs, only to stop in his tracks as he heard it again. Clearly. And by a.. terribly familiar voice. No. No he had to be going crazy now. Crazy from grief, or the isolation, or some other thing. But how could he be hearing Pyro after just building his grave? He couldn't be-
His ears tilted down as he heard the voice again, his name this time. The last name felt foreign from Pyro's lips, but it was his. Had it been any other time, maybe he would have been infuriated he used that name. But now, he just slowly stepped towards the door. Quiet as he could as he slowly opened the door and peered out to see none other than.. Pyro. Standing there, like the day he lost him. Scott wasn't one to breathe, he lost that habit, but for once he sucked in air, feeling like he could choke.
"P.. Pyro?" He asked, choking out words as he stared in horror and disbelief. "No.. how are you.. are you real?" He prodded, like a hallucination would even tell him. Stepping out of the doorway and tentatively in his direction. "You're dead. Dead dead. You were staked, you can't be.."
It was when Pyro took a step forward that the moon shining in through the large stained window behind him reflected through him, angle changing ever so slightly as if he were a piece of frosted glass put in ways of the light. âYou can see me-â He stumbled, tears ceasing out of pure shock and relief. âSire.â His voice held light, hope perhaps. âI.. I think my spirit lives on.. I woke up by the obelisk.â He explained, hands twitching towards where the still living stood but unreaching quite yet.
âItâs.. strange. I canât- Where is everyone?â The humans, the coven, Shelby. âShe staked me- Shelby killed me Sire I-â Pyroâs face scrunched once again, voice breaking as he willed himself not to cry, to not look weaker than he already did.
