Closed rp with @dripdropshadows
Sebastian had always enjoyed the smell of an ocean breeze.
As a spirit, the senses had been dulled for him. But there would be blissful moments where such things were clearer to him. The wind and weather considering for a moment whether they would affect the ghost. Instead they only give him a taste, a reminder of what he has been missing.
Sebastian closed his eyes. Recalling the smell of brine and surf. The sounds hitting a cord in his jumbled memories. A distinct coastline. A safe harbour bustling. After this unneeded breath, he opens his eyes.
...Then blinks.
Blinks again.
Whatever flickering memory crossed his mind, what he saw before him was nothing like it!
“O-Oh..”
What was even more alarming to the ghost was that, for what felt like months, he had been content to be in a town that was nowhere near the waterfront! Collecting his thoughts!
When had he started to wander again?
Which way had he wandered?? Often when the ghost was in that state, it was as if the world ceased to exist. He only waded through his thoughts, memories.
Trying to remember. Connect. But now he was--
“Lost. Ooh no no O mój boże I have gotten myself lost again--!!”
He let out a whine, running his fingers through his dark hair. Dull reddish eyes darting about. Surely there would be something? Anything that could be recognizable..? In his growing panic the ghost floated down the nearest street. Soon finding himself in what appeared to be a downtown area. Buildings old and new, towering and squat. He did not even consider what time it would be. People bustled about and did not seem to heed him. Had he been invisible?
The ghost stared in front of a store, watching himself slowly reappear in a faint reflection. Hands still curled into his hair. Eyes wide and distraught.
How did this happen again? He had been doing so well! How long had he been wandering?
The ghost needed answers, needed to get back home. Wherever that was! Gulping quietly, Sebastian lowered his hands and looked around. There must be a map, or a bus station? That was a start wasn’t it?
It would be, but the ghost hardly moved. Standing in the middle of the sidewalk and looking up and around. Anyone who bothered to take one glance at this young man, with his wild curly dark hair and peculiar old fashioned coat, could see very clearly that he was out of his element.
Sebastian began to rub at his knuckles, humming nervously to himself as he glanced about. Murmuring under his breath.
"Where have you gone now, Sebastian Dietrich..?”
