trashprinceparis @ghostkeeperanansi
She still had the elevator code in her text log. It was a cinch to get up to Anansi’s door, a loft that Fiona had visited more recently than she had. Caitlyn shook her head to clear those thoughts away. There wasn’t time for thinking about Fiona now, this wasn’t for her to consume as well. The papers in her bag, folded and sealed and scrawled over with names, those were her moments, the most important ones for her before her plane took off. She’d waited until the last moment to deliver them, just so she wouldn’t have to worry about running into them before she left.
It was cowardly. But it’d be better in the end, right?
Anansi was first. He was the closest to Prince’s apartment, after all. But more than that, he was someone close, someone she trusted. Someone she hoped would understand why she was leaving. Caitlyn couldn’t say it to his face, and like everyone else, couldn’t admit to him what she’d done, but… He was one of the few she thought could possibly, if she wasn’t so afraid, still believe in her despite it all.
Anansi had been there for her when she’d been afraid and coated in blood in the forest, he hadn’t judged her at all, only offered her the shirt off his back (literally, she recalled,) and a place to clean up. How many people would do that?
But when she pressed the letter against the door, just about ready to seal it on with tape, the door moved under her touch. With a frown she pushed harder and watched as the door slowly slid open. It wasn’t like him to leave a door unlatched like that, was it? He had an entire secret fucking cabin, he wasn’t careless enough for that.
Tentatively she stepped inside. She took notice fairly quickly of the dust that had settled over the insides of the loft. The only proof of someone being there recently were her own footprints in the dust strewn over the floor, and the faint sound of… Ah, there was something. A Gastly peered around the corner at her. Caitlyn gently beckoned to it. “Hey there. Where’s Anansi?”
At the name, the ghost perked up, floating closer to the girl. “Anansi? You know him, right? He lives here?”
The Gastly made an affirmative sounding coo. It was small, maybe a younger one. Not one he’d actually owned, if she had to guess. Taking the letter, she moved and set it atop the counter. “Can you show him this, whenever he gets back? It’s kind of important. Can you do that for me?”
She wasn’t sure why she was asking. The ghost seemed more interested in simply blinking at her, like it hadn’t seen a human in ages. Maybe Anansi was off somewhere, and he’d come back later?
… It wasn’t as if she could check. She just had to assume that eventually, he’d see her letter. And eventually, he’d contact her again. Caitlyn missed the little shit of a Silcoon.
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