#ghostobservers

2 A.M. There he stood, in someone else’s blood soaked skin. Wha was left of his old self in heaps around his feet. A bloody hand against the cement wall for support. Shifting always wore him out, but he had to know. As much as he had no reason to believe the man had lied to him, it also sounded so unlikely. Del played it safe.

He gave a shaky sigh, closing his eyes to concentrate, slipping into the other’s mind. Prodding through his memories, looking for his reasons for trying to get into his warehouse. He was genuinely surprised that he had been telling the truth. That didn’t stop Del from prodding on further, curious as to what actually made him choose this sort of life. Was it selfish? Yes. He should have left well enough alone. He shouldn’t have stayed in his mind too long, but he couldn’t help but linger, walking the metaphorical halls of his memories.

Which is why she didn’t go back to her old friends. There was no point when they had moved on and had families of their own. She called one of the familiar faces she had worked with before. Someone who was intuitive with these sorts of mysteries. Someone she almost enjoyed working with a bit too much; (She blamed her own loneliness on that). 

But he was a familiar face nonetheless. She watched the streets outside the coffee shop she sat at, waiting to see him. It didn’t take too long before he entered and Nancy’s gaze found his followed by a wave of her hand to catch his attention in case he had missed her. Seeing that she was the only one with strawberry blonde hair, she doubt it. 

“Thank you for coming.” she greeted him as he walked closer to her table. Nancy’s features broke into a smile before she called over the waitress. “Whatever you like, it’s on me. Just for coming down here.” buying him a meal was the last thing she could do, but it expressed how thankful she was in that moment. Nancy Drew never needed anyone; For the first time, she did. Something she’d never admit out loud.

Her apartment isn’t the fanciest but it beat living with her dad forever, still despite that she tried to make it more comfortable, so if anyone did come over, it wouldn’t seem so dull. With Kieran, she didn’t have to worry about any of that. He didn’t mind; He didn’t care if she had her walls decorated in fancy word art, or pictures.

She didn’t want him to leave either so a part of her was glad that it had started to rain. “Honestly, at this late hour and our ghostly friends wandering around is also another great excuse as to why you should stay the night.” 

It was as if her mind had been made up, so she stood from the sofa, set aside her cup and looked at him. “I’ll get you extra blankets, we can take a break, freshen up and hopefully get back to this with a fresh brain.” she suggested. Perhaps even food; They needed to eat too. 

While all of this was invigorating, it could become just as frustrating when no one’s had anything to eat or even a moment to take a break. “Bathroom is down the hall if you need it, and I am going to make us something to eat.” she added while leanding down to gather their cups. They had too much tea, which meant they’d be up all night.

Again, what they really needed was food . -- @ghostobservers​

🎓 What level of education does your muse have? If they are educated, what was their schooling like?

Del had some schooling through the orphanage, it wasn't great. When he was with his mother, she was able to teach him some basics. Everything he knows is mostly self taught.

👶Would your muse be a good parent? Do they want to be a parent, if they are not already?

Depends on your definition of good. He's not sure he'd make a great parent, but you bet your ass he would be fiercely protective and do what he could for them so they didn't have the life he had. He isn't actively looks to be a parent, but I think if a kid fell into his lap, he could take care of them.

💍 Do you think your muse would ever get married? If so, what is their dream proposal?

I don't know about married in a traditional sense. He technically has no real legal papers. But he would definitely be up for a life long partner, even though he knows life for a shifter isn't always long if hunters get involved. He doesn't have a dream proposal, but that's mostly because he honestly thinks he'll be alone forever. I do think that if his partner ever did want to be official with rings, he'd do it. But he wouldn't want it to be a big to do.

🌈 What are three wishes that your muse would make?

That he could have gone back in time to equip his younger self better, so he could protect his mother. He's 99% sure his life would be better.

That he could be more human, so he didn't have to worry about hunters.

@ghostobservers asked:

🩰 ] is there a type of fashion your muse prefers, or do they not pay attention to their appearance at all? Del is a very toned down type of person. He wears his black trench coat, dark blue or black jeans, his sunglasses (even at night, because of the flare his eyes give off in the dark), and either a sweater or T-shirt. Very non-assuming, I'd say.

The troubles that followed Nancy Drew should remain with her; Her town, her problems. She didn't have the right to endanger anyone else, that too someone she felt a strong connection with. The last time she felt that way about someone, things had gone wrong.

--But hearing his words telling her that she made him feel safe rendered her speechless.

She had practically endangered his life by calling him down here. How could he feel such safety with her? She was surprised the two hadn't managed to get themselves possessed either, but there was something in his words that even she felt so strongly. She felt safer with him than with anyone else.

She couldn't find the words to say much, no instead, her instincts were telling her to do something else and rather than ruining this moment with words, she wrapped her arms around his torso, burying her face against his chest in the process.

How can she tell him that he made her feel safe too? How could she tell him that he felt like home to her. Not the four walls she lived in, but being here, with him. He saw things others refused to see, and accepted her for seeing the same. How could she tell him that his words meant more to her than she could ever explain? That saying such things would only warm her to him and what fun would that be when he would have to go in the end?

"Please don't go back." is all she could manage to say. She wasn't jsut talking about now or this minute. But the future to come. The thought of letting him go -- she hated it. --@ghostobservers

               Decades of history was contained within the crumbling walls of his home; the possibility of any paranormal activity was inevitably high. There was bound to be souls of the departed attached to it, but Apsel had yet to encounter anything. He had often sensed a change in the environment -- a sudden chill, or a pushing force against his shoulder -- but never any visual proof. It was an ability that alluded him, despite being what he was. That, or the potential occupants of his castle chose to avoid him altogether; a theory that seemed much more plausible. He preferred to believe that his imagination was running away with him, given how long he had been alone for. Being retired was all fun and games until he started generating an illusion of company. 

              Entertainment, however, came in the form of a curious individual. He had forgotten to lock the front doors, and now he found himself dealing with a gentleman scouting out his castle. Apsel should have made himself known, but watching the events unfold was much more fun. He was doing no harm. Hours passed, long into the night -- and so far, the man had done nothing but wander throughout the hallways and shout out baffling questions. It seemed as though he was expecting answers. Apsel had never seen anything quite like it. He had to wonder whether the man was an escaped convict, or a patient from a nearby psychiatric unit. There was always plenty of those in Hildesheim.

              After midnight, Apsel decided to confront him. He wanted to find out what he was doing -- but most importantly, he wanted to relax in his own home. Lurking in the shadows was a thing of the past, yet here he was, creeping around as though he had set sights on potential prey. He waited until the man had settled down before appearing, speaking loudly to announce his presence from the top of the staircase. Ever the dramatic.

             “Willkommen! How are you finding my home so far?” 

what was your muse’s childhood like? how did their upbringing affect them?

             nox's childhood was far from ideal. his dad was abusive, so much so his poor mother ended up near catatonic with depression watching her children suffer. things got out of hand a few times, the worst resulting in his father killing nox's older sister, molly. his mam took her own life shortly after that, leaving nox with his father. for most of his teen years nox was kept locked up in a dank little bedroom, either used as an object or forgotten about the rest of the time. like you'd assume, everything affected nox in huge ways. physically, he lost his left leg, couldn't hit puberty until his very late teens and suffers from pain due to things healing wrong. mentally ---- he's getting there. if he would just take a step away from heroin he'd be doing great.

is your muse good with kids, or do they prefer to avoid them?

         depends on the kid, really! can't handle babies. they're a huge trauma trigger for him and holding them is terrifying to nox. anything above a toddler, though! he gets on great with those. loves playing with them, finally getting a chance to tap into his inner child. he can be pretty protective over children, as you could assume. has gotten himself into trouble trying to help kids out before.

does your muse have a special talent or hobby they devote themselves to? why is this talent or hobby important to them?