#;bobby

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The last decade had been rather boring, even for a ghost. The cemetery did get an extension though, but other than that nothing was something to keep the spirit entertained. Before, back when he only just recently passed, the kid the lived next door was always fun company, but once they ended up moving away, well... No one came to visit him other than him to begin with, and since his departure Bobby had no one. Tonight was just another boring night, but as the spirit took his usual stroll around the headstones an intruder caught his eye. He looked different, older obviously, but there was no doubt about it. The kid that used to live next door; he was back! 

“Uh, excuse me, but would you like a coffee?” Bobby couldn’t help the sheepish smile that fell on his lips, looking at the girl who seemed rather confused by his approach. “You see, uh the coffee shop was doing a special for couples and I really wanted to try it….I didn’t expect to get two.” The cupid felt his wings twitching through the glamour, trying to hold back the need to pet them in comfort. It was something he did when he was embarrassed and he could almost place that his ears were flushed red. He held out the drink to the female. Bobby just had to mention that the girl standing in the corner was his girlfriend and she didn’t like crowded places. Maybe it was the cupid in him that didn’t allow him to deny trying to give her the overly sweet drink, because he could have easily walked away with two for himself.

Bobby shifted his eyes toward the older male, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek while he spoke. “I’m talking about when we’re around others. What you’re willing to do in a public restroom is more than enough for me to know.. But when we’re around others, you hardly acknowledge me. Are you embarrassed of me or something?” his concern was genuine.

@bornxidols

“YOUR MUSE CUDDLING MINE AS THEY SETTLE DOWN TO SLEEP”

It wasn’t the first time. Or the second. Not even top five. She kept waking the whole house. Granted, there were only about a dozen people who lived here, if that, but it was enough to be profoundly embarrassing every time she walked downstairs the next morning to them all trying not to stare at her while they ate breakfast. Sometimes she tried not to fall asleep because if she didn’t sleep then she wouldn’t dream and her terrible dreams wouldn’t shake the foundation like they lived in a snow globe. But then sometimes it was worse, countless startles as she nearly drifts to sleep like miniature earthquakes threatening to tilt them into an abyss.

She doesn’t want to sleep tonight. She has a big wad of gum in her mouth, chewing it fast to help her stay awake. There’s a rubber band around her ankle and she snaps it every few seconds, glancing around the room and out the window to see the dark outside. The dark beckons. It tells her if she falls asleep she’ll be safe. But it’s not her safety or comfort she worries about. On the nightstand are the pills Hank had begun giving her, the ones that knocked her out so she wouldn’t even dream. But the not dreaming was worse sometimes, it was like being dead. She didn’t wanna die.

His thoughts invade hers long before he knocks on the door. Concern for her. How he wants to fix this for her. She opens the door for him without moving, giving him what she hopes is a welcoming smile and not an exhausted grimace. “Jeannie...” Bobby frowns, his worry palpable even to people who didn’t have her powers. He doesn’t say anything else before he’s climbing beside her, urging her smaller frame to lay back. “I’ve got you.”

“No-” she protests, but his arms and the bed feel like being encased in cotton comfort. “Bobby, I don’t wanna hurt you.” She feels a lump in her throat at her words. She knows she will, it was only a matter of time before she hurt everybody she loved.

“I’m not afraid of you,” he says firmly, his voice full of so much kindness it makes the tears she’s been holding back for weeks fill up her eyes. He had all of her kindness in his pinky finger and she didn’t understand how he did it. “Close your eyes, Jeannie,” he whispers with his chin tucked against the top of her head, holding her close enough for her to feel his heartbeat against her palm. 

Bobby wasn’t thrilled. He didn’t even know why he, as a cupid had been sent by the higher ups to such a lowly place to do their bidding. As they had stood upon him in their embellished gowns glimmering gold, mocking his inability to flourish in any supernatural abilities. “Venture to The Blackhole Night Club and witness the heinous acts of those who soil the very innocence of humans.” He was struck with trepidation. He was not someone who could glamour himself well enough to hide from a demon, let alone a throng of them. A sickly smile curled upon the Arch-Angel’s lips, a knowing demise she had planned out. She had never liked him. The cupid lacked the harshness to follow the code of the light, for he saw fairness. People spoke of how Heaven was full of love and happiness, but the reality that settled in his stomach is that they were just less open about their deceit.

“If you happen upon a moment in which you can help those in need, you might be allowed back to your home. If not…return with your wings broken and cast aside.” It had been earthshattering to hear. His words of desperation falling on deaf ears as the plan had already fallen into action. His wings, his glorified wings had been bargained with. Bobby would have to face the ultimatum with more vigor and concentration than he had ever had for any exam or milestone in his life.

That is how he found himself glamoured into the darkened throng, filtering in with the waves of those who seemed enchanted, almost bewitched by the dimmed lights of the night club. A flickering of sound and then the static of a mic, echoed. It was Showtime, but for what exactly. He was left breathless, hands clammy and heart thumping wildly in his chest.