langdhon. / michael langdon
What started out as Michael embodying some kind of karma for the murderous journalist, who usually sits on the other end of such interrogations, well, takes an unexpected turn. Not by any means reversing the roles, though. Itâs the deep dive into a long dead boy and his conflict with the ignorant world he was trapped within. A boy Michael partially relates to, if not for the same âdefectâ. Unbothered by the exhaled smoke flitting around his frame, now as before, he gleans those sorrowful eyes through Thomasâ glasses. And awaiting some earth-shattering revelation, his own countenance turns blank when the grey ghost ultimately spills his answer. Vague, yet clear enough. Thatâs it?
â So â, a twitch to his shoulders only implies an unimpressed shrug. It isnât a big deal, not to him. â Youâre gay. â Itâs sad actually, how families ruin the lives of their children over emotions that really shouldnât change a damn thing. In no second averting his gaze from Thomas, Michael cants his head minimally to one side and again, albeit slowly, another smile tugs at his lips. None conveying amusement or malice of any kind, but sympathy. His clasped hands part for one of them to reach out. Bringing his warm fingertips to the ghostâs chin to plant them on its underside, he aims to inch Thomasâ head up in a silent demand to look at him.
â Those who preach love are the most hateful fuckers out there. You are. Not. Defective. â If the ghost lets him, he idly brushes the pad of his thumb along the curve of his chin, the crease to his own brows betraying his own resentment for all the hypocrites that soon enough are going to get wiped off the face of the earth. â I wonât lie, pests like them still exist. But I daresay the world has become a more accepting place. â Michael doesnât feel the need to get under Thomasâ skin anymore. Tormented him enough at this point. Instead, heâd love to unleash the unfairly chained down boyâs vengeance upon the deserving masses. And by grant him the opportunity to live a little.
â Do you want to be free? I can arrange that. We walk out of this hotel and you see for yourself how everything changed. â Of course, thereâs a catch. Michael isnât a selfless creature â but thatâs for later
" you're gay. " the sentence resounds in the spirits ears. it was out in the open now, it was word for word stated for any that listened to hear. there was nothing to ever hide anymore. they both hear it , & the grey ghost can feel thoma's inner panic from inside his head but he ignores it for now. fingers do twitch ever so slightly still as the cigarette once again makes it's way into the grey ghosts mouth. â that's what i said. Â â
hand drops to the side slowly , but not without shock , as he finds his chin grabbed in the other mans hold. cigarette hangs from his finger tips , smoke collecting at his feet. & with how loud the pounding in his empty chest cavity is , the sizzle of the flame is a mere pin drop. â it's all i have ever known.  â tom bleeds through with the meek , almost sad words. he quickly vanishes however when grey puts up a fight. â enough.  â he doesn't intend to shout. â he is getting restless  â words are quieter & more clipped.
freedom ? & a more understanding world. tom never dared to dream such a thing. he was content to his his own shadows , fighting his own demons by his lonesome. that's why his anger was locked away , he wouldn't let it control him. but now that he is dead , his years of resentment is finally given life. if he leaves ? , he might lose the one thing protecting him now. â i can leave ? â he questions , vulnerability how shown in his eyes , â how ..... why ? why do you want to help me ? â
@langdhon continued from x
