โ god, i donโt even remember at this point. โ heโs had plenty of fights in his lifetime โ plentyย โ but his specialty has always been wounding with words. though he certainly has the stature to be able to hold his own, rafaโs never liked getting his hands dirty; even after he stopped playing violin, there was always the lingering fear of breaking his hands beyond repair. he doesnโt need that same dexterity anymore, but the fear had never quite gone away.ย โ probably not since i lived in new york. i did some pretty stupid shit back then to distract myself. โ
36 โ do you give out second chances too easily?
he huffs out a bitter laugh.ย โ god, no. if anything, iโm the opposite. โ truthfully, he finds himself to be far too generous with firstย chances โ the notable exception being phoenix, who heโd given first and fourth and sixteenth chances, for some godforsaken reason. love ( or the illusion of it ) certainly does make you do crazy things.ย โ i donโt bother with second chances anymore. iโve learned my lesson in that sense. when someone shows you who you are, believe them. โ
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rafa lifts a hand to his ear, gently poking a small gold hoop.ย โ just the one. my mom would kill me if she knew. you know, in a theoretical universe where iโm actually alive. โ
51 โ favorite food?
โ my momโs tamales, for sure. i think about them every damn day. โ
benvolio โ what comes to mind when you think of peace?
all he has to do is close his eyes. itโs been over a decade, but rafa can still see it clearly: the window seat in his parentsโ london flat, half-smushed pillows haphazardly shoved to one side. he canโt count how many afternoons heโd spent in that window seat, a mug of tea cooling beside him as he went over sheet music, his mother humming to herself as she puttered around. he pictures himself glancing up, meeting her eyes with a careless half-smile, and knows he hasnโt felt true peace since the day he left.ย
romeo โ how far would you go for love?
heโs done too much for love already. rafa thinks of the ways heโs let himself be pushed around, pushed aside, pushed down; heโs become less so that someone else could become more, and done plenty of things he isnโt proud of simply because someone he thought he loved wanted him to do it. this, he knows, is not true love. but heโd fancied himself in love, and he knows just how far heโd pushed himself to get crumbs in return.ย โ iโd do a lot, โ he says softly, and knows that itโs true.ย โ iโd do anything for someone i loved. to be loved in return. itโs the ultimate reward, isnโt it? โ
wasting all that time on an idiot who couldnโt figure himself out. not dragging his parents along with him to that performance. running and running and running, never stopping to catch his breath. wasting moreย time on an idiot who treated him like dirt. never learning to know anyone deeper than surface level. handing over something so, soย important without stopping to think twice about what he was doing. all of these things gather on the tip of his tongue, but what he answers is much simpler:ย โ yes. โย
30 โ whatโs irritating you right now?
he frowns, thinking of the way daliโs brow furrows in suspicion whenever she regards him for too long. it bothers him much more than heโd like to admit, and the fact that itโs getting to him at all frustrates him even more. itโs an endless fucking cycle. โ i donโt know, maybe the fact that iโm basically fucking cursed to walk this godforsaken earthย โtil its inevitable heat death because i got scammed one time? iโm usually pretty irritated about that one. โ
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tito shifts their weight from one foot to the other, trying not to be hyperaware of the fact that they canโt tell whether rafa was laughing or just exhaling. itโs not like tito thinks theyโre the funniest or most interesting person in the world โ this whole seeing and talking to ghosts thing is by far the most exciting thing thatโs ever happened to them, and it has approximately nothing to do with him and everything to do with random chance. still, compared to all the cool people, both alive and dead, that rafaโs likely had the opportunity to meet throughout his life, tito feelsโฆ small. for fuckโs sake, rafa has an accent, which means heโs at least lived in two countries โ two continents โ and maybe more than that. tito might think twice about asking if rafa hadnโt already clued them into the fact that personal questions are completely off the table. which is fine. if rafa doesnโt want tito to know him, they canโt say that they really blame him. absently, tito canโt help but wonder if eddie operates under the same unspoken rules with rafa โ if rafaโs issue is with tito personally or just the fact that heโs alive.ย
โyou can say that again.โ the reply comes a moment too late, they realize once theyโre actually saying it. their tendency to get lost in their own thoughts will come back to bite them one of these days, heโs sure.ย โthe last thing i need is to get evicted for excessive noise complaints. or worse, getting evicted because someone comes in and sees i have a haunted apartment where instruments play themselves.โ they seriously doubt something like that would happen under eddieโs watchful eye, but you never know. tito canโt help but lift an intrigued eyebrow at rafaโs comment regarding keeping things to yourself, unable to tell if heโs actually alluding to something or if tito is just grasping at straws to have a reason to keep talking to him.ย โdo you have many of those things? things that are just for you to enjoy?โ he canโt tell if that question crosses the line of too personal that rafa has drawn in the sand between them, so they quickly supply a follow-up. just in case.ย โi just mean the band isโฆ theyโre nice, and all, but they arenโt the kind of thing i would want to keep to myself.โ
HEโS EASING INTO THIS. he can feel it happening, like a warm blanket pulled over his skin; rafa needs the shock of the cold air again, someone yanking the covers right back off. he canโt get too comfortable. โย you donโt need half of LA catching wind of a ghost band operating out of your apartment, โ he deadpans as he repeats himself, looking down in an attempt to hide the half-smile flickering on his face. the image of someone walking in on floating instruments is an amusing one โ even he has to admit that. still, he feels himself hesitating as tito tiptoes across the line heโs drawn in the sand, knowing heโd told himself nothing too personalย for a reason. itโs not thatย bad, really, but given an inch, he expects tito to take a mile. talking about himself, opening up... theyโre all just things that will make him trust them, make him want to connect to them more, and he shouldnโt open himself up to that. he canโt. rafa fucking knows better, but heโs still fighting with himself constantly.ย
and yet, despite all of his reservations, he still answers the question honestly.ย โ no, โ he admits.ย โ not really. not anymore. โ when heโd been alive, those things had been his creative outlets โ music and photography. heโd shared his talents with the world, yes, but there had been days that heโd done it just for himself. days where heโd take his camera and shoot scenes of the city instead of concerts; days where heโd play from his heart instead of sheet music. the admission makes rafa feel vulnerable, exposed; he lets out a short laugh that he knows sounds forced, looking anywhere except titoโs eyes.ย โย anyway,ย โ he deflects poorly, catching titoโs gaze by accident and instantly regretting it. his eyes are dark and warm, far too inviting, and he stumbles over the desire to sink into them.ย โ what do you keep for yourself, then? โ
19 โ would you go back in time if you were given the chance?
โ yeah. โ itโs almost too soft to be heard; his regrets are a quiet thing, tucked close to his chest where he can keep them safe. there are so many things he wishes he could change โ so many people he wishes he could save โ so many things he wishes heโd said. though he knows that time travel, unlike the paranormal, doesnโt actually exist, that doesnโt stop him from wishing it did.ย โ iโd go back. โ like always, so much more is left unsaid. heโs learned that itโs safer that way.ย
37 โ is it easier to forgive or forget?
heโs never been the type to forgive orย forget. rafaโs long since hardened his heart, and he doesnโt take kindly to having his trust broken or betrayed. heโs hardly the type to give second chances, even in the form of forgiveness. it feels like turning his back and awaiting a knife.ย โ neither, โ he answers shortly.ย โ i donโt do forgiveness anymore, and i donโt forget. i learned that the hard way. โ
58 โ favorite weather?
โ iโve always liked the rain. โ he glances up at the sunny los angeles sky, as if on cue.ย โ when i first got here, the difference was nice โ it didnโt remind me of home quite so much. but now... i miss it. thereโs nothing like a rainy london day. โ
itโs a tough little corner sheโs backed herself into, dali realises, only a few too many seconds late to do anything about it. the fact sheโd have to speak to rafa alone at some point was an inevitability, she knows, but it was one sheโd imagined would arrive much, much later, and with far less direct involvement from herself - itโs not as if sheโs been trying to avoid him or anything, but he in and of himself may just be the one unknown in the world sheโs not totally confident in approaching, at least not with the same amount of trust heโs already managed to garner from august and eddie. sheโs an optimist on the whole, but her faith is nonetheless hard to win - at least, hard to win for a ghost. itโsย a bias she knows is unfair given the current circumstances of her own existence, but one that unshakeably exists all the same - though perhaps if sheโd had 22 more years to get used to this, he mightโve had just as much luck winning her over as someone like tito had.
rather than immediately dignify him with a response, dali waits - simply watches while he shifts on his feet and comes to his own conclusions, staring him down with the slightest hint of a glare as he moves to sit himself down beside her. โdo what you want,โ she finally surrenders, dismissive, but though her gaze turns back towards the pedestrians going about their days without the faintest knowledge of their existence, her attention is still fully on him. so, he had been looking for the others - interesting. โso this wholeโฆ thing. eternal, you reckon?โ she finally asks, her tone almost interrogatory as she breaks the silence sheโd all but forced to hang between them for a few moments, โi mean, you know that for sure, or is it justโฆ i dunno, a guess?โ
RAFA ISNโT STUPIDย โ he knows very well that dali doesnโt want him here. thing is, he doesnโt exactly want to be here, either, but heโs made his bed. itโs time to lie in it. he leans back against the bench, stretching his legs out in front of him and crossing them at the ankles. heโs painting a picture of relaxation that he does not feel, if only to appear nonchalant. he doesnโt like letting it show that sheโs gotten to him. dali is a puzzle that he hasnโt quite been able to crack โ though the others in the band ( and the living that they towed alongside them, a package deal ) had adapted to him quite quickly, sheโs hung back. the worst part is, he gets it. rafa knows that he approaches people with the same reluctant antagonism, and now that heโs finally gotten a taste of his own medicine, heโs found that itโsย bitter.ย
at least sheโs not blatantly ignoring him. small mercies. rafa blows out a breath, turning his head slightly toward her as he speaks.ย โ for me, yes. for you, no. at least, not at the moment. โ an explanation is expected, heโs sure; it always is, and no matter how many times he gives it, rafa never feels any less reluctant about it.ย โ just donโt give up your soul. you need it to cross over. โ he canโt imagine dali as the type to hand her soul over on a silver platter like heโd done โ but then again, he hadnโt expected it from himself, either.ย โ and yeah, i know for sure. iโve seen people cross over. i donโt know if thatโs just another level to this or if itโs the end, but... itโs not here. i know that much. โ
i remembered โ tito knows the words arenโt meant to convey all that much or carry that much weight, but they immediately settle somewhere significant in their chest. tito can count the number of people who actively remember him on one hand. for someone who feels like they spend most of their time being forgotten, the ease and speed with which rafa tells them otherwise makes tito feel all warm and fuzzy. god, how embarrassing. at least rafa doesnโt seem to totally loathe his company. heโs not exactly the most cheerful looking person titoโs ever met โ though, then again, it isnโt like being cheerful and being dead exactly go hand in hand โ but they think they can spot a hint of a smile. emphasis on hint. his expression does go a little more sheepish around the edges when rafa calls him a rookie, even though they know that they didnโt come out on a walk with the goal of finding rafa and bothering him. the mere idea that it might seem that way to rafa is enough to make tito consider shutting himself in his apartment for the next two weeks. part of them wonders if they should clarify that itโs just a coincidence and they arenโt stalking him, but they think better of it. โpractice and memories,โ tito repeats, committing the words to memory to report back to eddie later. โgot it.โ it feels like thatโs the end of that, and tito canโt do much to stop a small frown from tugging at the corner of his mouth at the thought of having to say goodbye already. thankfully, instead of letting their conversation die out, rafa throws another log on the fire. maybe they were right about rafa not totally loathing their company, after all.ย โoh, no. no hell being given, aside from a couple late nights and broken dishes. introducing them to kerryย โ my best friendย โ went pretty smoothly but iโm hoping to not have to introduce them to anyone else. especially not someone who might ask more questions than kerry did.โ
though what heโd said was as accurate as he could muster off the top of his head, it still surprises him to see tito taking his words to heart. he shouldnโt be surprised by now, he supposes โ he hasnโt known them for long, but rafa already understands a few simple things about tito. one of the most important things: if nothing else, he does everything with his heart. itโs far too sweet for someone whoโs still alive โ who still has so much to lose โ and somewhere deep inside him, it ignites a protective instinct that rafa has to work hard to quash. theyโre the exact kind of person he wishes he could be; the kind of person who, despite whatever heโs been through, still manages to be kind. he doesnโt have the slightest idea what tito has gone through, but this is LA. everyone has a story. rafa has made a point of not bothering with the stories of the living, and he knows this isnโt the time to go changing his tactics. but heโs still here, isnโt he? still asking useless questions? he should know better โ usually thatโs titoโs department.ย
โ yeah, you donโt exactly need half of LA catching wind of a ghost band operating out of your apartment, โ he agrees, letting out a soft huff that almostย sounds like a chuckle. he feels like heโs constantly pulling back โ holding back smiles, laughter, himselfย โ refusing to put more of himself out there than he can inevitably handle losing. tito is alive, and he is not. rafa knows heโd do well to remember that.ย โ and it can be nice to keep some things to yourself. something just for you to enjoy. โ
dali had never really given the thought of dying the real time of day when she was alive, much less the thought of being a ghost. sure, like every kid, sheโd passed her fair share of sleepless nights by fighting through internal debates, key topics heaven vs hell, afterlife vs nothingness - but if sheโs remembering right, ghosts had never held that much weight outside of horror movies and personification of noisy pipework in her building. maybe if she had spent more time on it, sheโs started to think, she couldโve made more of a postmortum plan for herself - because really, in theory, she could do just about anything she really wants now, go anywhere, see anything, face even less consequences than sheโd thought there were in life.
she hasnโt, though. instead, sheโs found herself not only staying in the exact same city sheโd spent her whole life in, but now, when sheโs alone, at least, pretty much the exact same block sheโs spent her whole afterlife in. the faces that pass are becoming familiar, slowly but surely, and for the most part, sheโs able to put them to memory without looking like some creep staring from a bench down the road from an apartment building - but when someoneโs able to look right back at her, rather than try to look away, her face only seems to harden. rafa isnโt just some regular passerby, after all. โjust so you know,โ she begins, steely, forgoing the usual formalities of a greeting, โif youโre looking for them, the boys are out, and titoโs still working for another hour or so.โ
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for the first time in a while, rafa has something he hadnโt really realized heโd been missing: entertainment. though his encounters with this merry band of ghosts and its accompanying humans have grated on him at times, rafa canโt deny that it can be downright amusing watching them fumble through the beginnings of being ghosts. he knows it wonโt last long, so heโs on his way to make the most of it, swerving around the living folks who are completely oblivious to his ghostly form. heโs almost about to whistle to himself, in something of an uncharacteristically good mood, when he stops in his tracks at the sight and sound of someone familiar.
only a single killer conclusion ( killed conclusion? not a joke to make, he thinks ) awaits him, daliโs stony expression greeting him as warmly as a winter day. โ well, โ he says eloquently, all momentum lost with only a handful of words. he sticks his hands in his pockets, rocking back on his heels slightly, unsure of what else to do with himself. redirecting his focus at dali, rafa tilts his head slightly, deciding to make the most of it.ย โ whatโs an hour compared to eternal afterlife? iโm sure i can handle a little waiting. โ he moves forward, sitting on the bench a couple feet away from her.ย โ that is, if you donโt mind the company. โ
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ANTONY: What bad habits do you need to break?
BEATRICE: What is the achievement youโre most proud of?
BENVOLIO: What comes to mind when you think of peace?
BIANCA: What do you want most in life?
CELIA: Do you want to fall in love?
CIRCE: Would you rather be loved or feared?
CLAUDIUS: What is the worst thing youโveย ever done?
CORDELIA: Do you consider yourself a good person?
CRESSIDA: What makes you feel trapped?
DESDEMONA: Do you believe that the truth will set you free?
EDGAR: Do you want to make your family proud?
EDMUND: Do you ever wish youโd been born someone else? If so, who?
GERTRUDE: Would you (or have you) ever cheated on aย significant other?
HAMLET: Do you prefer to think things through thoroughly or act on impulse?
HECATE: Do you consider yourself an introvert or an extrovert?
HELENUS: Do you believe in God?
HIPPOLYTA: What is your biggest regret?
HORATIO: Who do you love most?
JULIET: What is your favorite luxury?
LADY MACBETH: What is your favorite thing about yourself?
MACBETH: Have you ever killed anyone? Would you?
MALCOLM: What does honor mean to you?
MEDEA: Do you have any quirks?
MERCUTIO: Is there anyone you would die for?
MIRANDA: Is happiness a choice?
OBERON: Does reputation matter to you?
OPHELIA: Is there anything you regret not doing?
ORSINO: If you could have any material thing in the world, what would it be?
PARIS: If you had the chance to rule the world, would you?
PORTIA: When did you lose your innocence?
PUCK: Do you consider yourself a mischievous person?ย
ROMEO: How far would you go for love?
ROSALIND: What does your ideal day entail?
ROSALINE: Which people from your past haunt you?
SEBASTIAN: Is violence ever the answer?
TITANIA: Do you believe in magic?
TYBALT: If you could kill one person without consequences, who would it be?
VIOLA: How skilled of a liar are you?
VOLUMNIA: Describe the biggest sacrifice youโve made.
august set the record down gingerly, before it could escape his fragile grasp.ย โ โ iโm gonna stop you right there. youโre giving me a headache.โ he had a vague recollection of britney spears, still something of a new budding and star as he remembered her. she wasnโt exactly someone his circle of friends wouldโve spent much time talking about, but apparently sheโd had some longevity in her after all. august thought little of it. then again, he was still mourning the apparent death of rock and roll.ย
seriously, where had the time gone?
his eyes scanned the aisle of sleeves. a myriad of colors, varying levels of disarray. suddenly it took the wind out of him, and he was back wrestling with his newfound ghostly-hood. so much for the cathedral being a safe haven.ย
โi really donโt know how you keep up with it all,โ he said, something of a rare voicing of honesty, masquerading as a light hearted quip.ย it felt like he was living in a test he didnโt study for. he was unabashedly clueless, certainly earning himself a big fat F.ย
though he was fully ready to continue listing off britneyโs greatest hits ( and maybe even launch into the wonderful world of beyoncรฉโs transition from destinyโs child to a solo career ), rafa decided he was probably better off giving august a break. โ if nothing else, remember this: hashtag free britney. โ he stopped, glanced over at august, and let out a small breath.ย โ we can learn about hashtags later. โ
it wasnโt hard to tell that august was overwhelmed by all of this โ and, honestly, rafa didnโt blame him. death was hard enough on its own, but coming back after fifteen years had to be even more disconcerting.ย rafa reached out to him, laying a steadying hand on his shoulder for a brief few seconds.ย โ hey, โ he said gently, squeezing once before letting go. comforting someone was uncharacteristic enough of him โ no need to drag it out. โ it gets easier. no bullshit. i know people say shit like that to make you feel better, but i mean it. youโll catch up. and iโm perfectly happy to educate you on pop queens whenever you need a refresher.ย โ
despite their best efforts, it seems that titoโs attempts to distract rafa from their embarrassingย greeting is unsuccessful; rafa makes a point of replying with what looks like a hint of a laugh shining in his brown eyes. titoโs face feels hot.ย โum. well, i just didnโt know if you remembered,โ they attempt to explain, feeling sheepish as they scuff the sole of their shoe against the sidewalk. itโs true, though. tito has no idea who rafa bumps elbows with on the regular, itโs a bit presumptuous of him to assume that heโs significant enough to take up space in his mind, not to mention it feels distinctly dangerous to allow himself to start wandering down that path. they nod solemnly at rafaโs suggestion of avoiding fragile thingsย โ itโs a brilliant idea, but theyโre still working on that one. tito still doesnโt understandย what eddie needs his dishes for, but theyโre trying to be supportive. it canโt be easy to find out you died fifteen years ago, maybe heโll improve as he adjusts to being a ghost. if he adjusts to being a ghost.ย โweโve had that conversation, yeah.โ they listen attentively as rafa explains the repetition of being able to re-learn how to touch thingsย โ itโs all they really can do when they have absolutely no idea how any of it feels, besides nod along and take his word for it. the comment about how they should be taking notes startles a laugh out of tito and they make a quick show of patting down their pockets.ย โman, i left my apartment without my notebook,โ he sighs, feigning distress with himself for being able to forget something so important.ย โi think i can probably manage to remember.โ
IT TAKES MORE EFFORTย than anticipated to hold back his smile. โ i remembered, โ he replies, like itโs obvious. like itโs easy. to be truthful, rafa spends much of his time trying notย to run into other people โ it saves him the time and effort of attempting to protect himself if he never interacts with anyone in the first place. but some people, people like tito, arenโt so easy to shake. they make themselves known, they pop up when rafa simply canโt avoid it, and heโs left with no choice but to remember. sometimes it feels like thatโs all heโs here for โ to remember. to be a relic of dead, forgotten things. still, tito makes him feel a little more alive. their attentiveness makes him feel sharper, more in focus; the fuzziness of death feels a little farther away when heโs in his sights. itโs kind of disconcerting.ย โ well, thatโs a start, โ he drawls, amused. he can almost picture tito gently lecturing eddie that perhaps glass isnโt the bestย practice material for beginners. his smile quirks slightly higher at the quick show they put on, patting empty pockets and faux distress written across their features. itโs cute.ย โ rookie mistake. โ he shakes his head, a small show of his own.ย โ like i said, practice is whatโll really help him. and memories. remembering the object as a solid thing and not something youโre able to pass through is the basic idea. โ thereโs not much else he can do without actually watching eddie attempt to touch something, but rafa doesnโt want to let tito go just yet.ย โ are they giving you hell so far? โ he asks, referring to both eddie and his ghostly bandmates.ย โ or are they manageable? โ
all things considered, tito thinks that heโs done pretty well with this whole being haunted thing so far. besides being (rightfully) scared shitless for a few minutes when their new cd summoned three ghosts into their living room at ten at night, he thinks heโs acclimating quite nicely. still, sometimes even they need a little bit of space. it turns out that sharing your one-bedroom apartment with a band of new ghosts can be a little overwhelming. sometimes they just need to talk a walk and have some them time. of course, heโs quick to change tack the moment that they spot rafa, veering off his original course to cross paths with him instead. tito is significantly less brazen by the time that they wind up face-to-face, putting on a surprised smileย โ as though they had no idea they would see rafa here โ instead.ย โrafa, hey! itโs me,โ he announces and then immediately winces at unnecessary it was. like rafa wouldnโt remember him. seriously.ย โactually, i was hoping to see you,โ they follow up with, attempting to steer the conversation in a different direction to distract from the rather embarrassing opening.ย โi wanted to ask you about tips for, uh. grabbing things. eddieโs not really getting the hang of it and iโm starting to worry about my security deposit.โย /ย ย *ย ย @nvcturnesโย ย
USUALLY, rafa doesnโt like to interact with the living. there doesnโt seem to be much of a point in making that effort with someone whoโs ever-growing and ever-changing; rafa, by contrast, is stagnant, unchanging, dead. the overlap simply isnโt there. tito, however, has yet to show any indication of sharing this same line of thinking. heโs sure theyโll tire of the novelty soon, so rafa predicts that itโs only a matter of time until heโs found something newer and more alive to catch their eye. โ of course itโs you, โ he greets, not unkindly, amusement seeping into his features. despite his best efforts, itโs hard not to find tito adorable. their smile, the careless way his hair curls over his eyes, the earnest openness of everything he says โ itโs frustratingly endearing. rafa has known them for less than a fucking week, and he needs to get a grip. โ grabbing things, โ he repeats slowly, then lets out a softย โ ah โ when an explanation comes moments later. โ well, maybe he should stop trying to pick up breakable things, โ he suggests, only half-serious, then lets out a breath.ย โ i mean... honestly, practice was really what got it for me. repetition. but i think the main part of it was remembering how it felt โ imagining what itโs like to pick up, say, a pencil, and thinking about the sensation of it in my hand instead of throughย my hand.ย โ he pauses, teasing threaded through his tone. โ shouldnโt you be taking notes? โ
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the cathedral was one of the few places august could find some sanity these days. outside of these doors, he was staring down the barrel of fifteen years worth of life he knew nothing about. in a constant state of confusion and disbelief. ( since when did hip hop surpass rock music anyhow ! ) but at cathedral, it was like he was stepping into a time machine, and placing himself exactly back where he had always been. same moldy carpet, same selection of seventies and eighties hits. in here, he didnโt have to think or wonder. he knew everything there was to know already.
he considered voicing that notion aloud, but decided against it. one, because waxing poetic about the late nineties made absolutely no sense in the ghost-body of a twenty two year old. but two, it made him profoundly sad to do so.ย
instead, august plucked a record sleeve from the bunch and flashed it to his company, grinning.
โrumours, 1977. you canโt tell me the 2000s ever spit out an album to even come close to matching this one. no way.โ
IF NOTHING ELSE, the afterlife had given rafa time. plentyย of time. too much time, arguably, so much that heโd had to start portioning out his days to make sure he was actually able to keep track of their passing. one thing heโd allocated a lot of his time for was the simple physicality of things โ spending days in stores just like this one, thumbing through records and CDs until his fingers caught on the corners more times than they passed through them. now, in moments like these, he was able to pluck things out of the stacks at will.ย
rafa sent a disdainful look down at the record in augustโs hand, flicking his gaze back up after a moment.ย โย seriously? oops!ย i did it again. stronger. lucky,ย โ he listed off, aggressively promoting britney spearsโs 2000 album oops! i did it again. 2008โs circusย was quick to follow.ย โ circus. womanizer. if u seek amy. britneyโs discography is iconic, and i will not stand for any kind of slander. iย somehow doubt that they have paris hiltonโs stars are blind here, but that song alone could carry the 2000s on its back. you reallyย need to enlighten yourself.ย โ
good evening to bilingual short kings, soccer haters, aerosmith cover bands, owners of orange 1972 competition fender mustangs, Gaysโข, bicons, ghosts that are in a band, band members that are not ghosts, radio assistant hopefuls, sad boys, rock fans, mechanics who will change your oil for a bag of doritos, supportive parents ( deceased ), and supportive parents ( alive ).
iโm emily & in addition to spending my days as a bio research tech, i will be ur host for the evening. iโm 22 for for 13 more days, i use she / her pronouns, iโm from the est timezone, & i am deeply sorry in advance.
u can find rafaโs full app hereย & his pinterest hereย if ur so inclinedย !ย trigger warning for death bc he is, as we know, dead.
THE BASICS !
skeleton. nocturne.
full name. rafael medina.
age. twenty-four.
gender / pronouns. cis man, he / him.
faceclaim. taylor zakhar perez.
THE BACKGROUNDย !ย
now itโs time for what you missed on glee <3
baby rafa was born to a single mom named beatriz in london & she was a dancer for the royal ballet ! p much as soon as she was cleared to dance after giving birth, she dragged him along, so he grew up watching balletย
he was always a lil bit of a scamp but he knew to be polite around the dancers and musicians, Especially during rehearsals
one day he wandered into the pit while they were playing and was in Awe of the first chair violinist
his name is alexei and we love him <3
five yr old rafa asked a million questions abt his violin & basically said okay magic man ur coming to my house for dinner to show me more of your crazy techniques... but lemme ask my mom first
beatriz debby ryan hair tucks and says yesย ๐
spoiler alert they get marriedย ๐ฅบ a happy familyย ๐ฅบ
rafa grows up... gets better at the violin... makes first chair in high school... has aย gay awakening when he sees abs in the locker room for two (2) seconds
strike one: the teen magazine that rafa stole off some girls told him his crush is โhot like burningโ and he got so stressed he threw it away. strike two: his crush kissed him in the MIDDLE OF GYM CLASS. nasty. strike three: when rafa tried to talk to him in the hallway he saidย โdo i know youโ. ouch
so anyway ladies theydies and gaydies never trust a man
iโm so sorry to do this to yโall but just when rafa is about to play with the royal ballet orchestra for the first time as part of an internship... his parents die before ever making it to the performance :/
rafa... does not take it well and i do not blame him
he moves to the US to get away from all the memories & buries himself in as much work as possible to distract himself from his grief
some of the only things he brought with him were alexeiโs violin & beatrizโs pointe shoes but he can barely look at themย ๐
fun fact he gets fired from his job at the times square olive garden ( also known as the ninth circle of hell ) for telling a customer to go fuck himself after ordering his 15th round of unlimited breadsticks. king shit
anyway he eventually moves from nyc to la to get even Farther away and after making some friends, he eventually stumbles upon photography !
heโs surprisingly good at it, and he especially loves combining it w his love of music when he starts photographing shows and music festivals
eventually he meets this big indie artist named phoenix,ย whose music style is, as i recently described to admin a, โabsolute hipster asshole fedora bastardโ bc this was 2013 after all
*tolerate it by taylor swift plays*
spoiler alert: we still donโt trust a man :/
rafa gets caught up in all the allure of fame and thinking heโs in love, even though phoenix is the Worst kind of self-absorbed asshole who wonโt even call him his bf
eventually heโs like hey ! this is bullshit ! and decides to break up w phoenix after a show that heโs shooting that nightย
except he uhhhh gets robbed at knifepoint but refuses to give up his camera and d words
but it gets WORSE bc phoenix writes a whole ALBUM about it and goes on TOUR for that album while rafaโs ashes sit in a cheap urn in a closet in his house in la
this dude is shitty iโm telling u
final edition of Rafa Gets Bamboozled: he gets SCAMMED out of his soul bc this kind-looking dude that reminds him of alexei promises to help him figure out his unfinished business but just straight up steals his soul instead
so sorry to that man... i know i did this to him but at least iโm sorry abt it
THE PERSONALITY !
GAY. big gay. yes this is a personality trait
usually Gruff and Not Fun but like... can u blame him damn
he does have a heart underneath it all but every time heโs attempted to have a connection with someone itโs ended in disasterย so heโs not really trying to do that anymore :/
absolutely not a fan of opening up to anyone for any reason ever. if he had ever gone to college i think he wouldโve physically fought his orientation leader for like... asking where heโs from SDGDSLKJG
sarcasm and dry wit r the name of the game babey. if u catch him making a pun the rafa u know is dead and gone ( for real this time )
in conclusion he needs to be loved
congrats u made it through the chaos ! now itโs time to plot xoxo