#lonelycursed

Constance knew the face of just about every spirit in the mansion. She had walked those damned halls too many times to be unfamiliar with anyone who resided there. It was tiring, really. No fresh blood to liven up her eternal existence. Those long term residents had begun to stop fearing her. They no longer ran at the sight of her. What else was she to do? Conversate with them? Perish the thought.

The sight of someone she didn’t yet know caused her to do a double take. Who was this young woman? She almost looked... alive. But she doubted that. As much as she’d love sink her hatchet into real flesh and blood again, she didn’t expect a living human to end up in this place. She approached the stranger, eyeing her like some kind of specimen.

Kharon tilts his head to the side, hues moving over the other, "Hmm? And what is it that you have become?” He questions curiously, wanting to see how she may respond, Wanting her to say it out loud, since it helped sometimes when people were down on themselves. Hearing their own responces out loud could help them to realize that sometimes it was just all in their head.

frozen 2 starters || accepting

      “Are you certain?” Perhaps there was something to be said for blissful ignorance. It was akin to sentiments exchanged at funerals -- remember them as they were, not like this.

@lonelycursed​  sent  :         “well, technically i am cursed.”    ↳  the lightning thief musical ( aka my fav ).

    Forysthia smiled and curtsied politely as she saw the other spirit practically float into the room. “Hello, Miss Melanie.” She liked her best of all the brides though that was an easy choice seeing as Melanie wasn’t murderous, and her story broke the younger ghost’s heart.