#ofscripture

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He knew he was being watched.  The young man watching him was clever to conceal his whereabouts directly, as James continued to meander through the mall, but still.. the vampire knew he was there.

James Norrington had not survived some three centuries by being foolish. Senses keen as ever. Hand clasped in military fashion, despite the cool armani  pressed suit he’d long since traded his Admiral uniform for, in stylish charcoal gray no less. Old habits and all that.

Hair like spun silk in chestnut brown, tied back into a pony tail. Skin more akin to marble than human and eyes.. impossibly emerald.  He was used to being stared at.  Finally, he stopped when the traffic thinned out so it was only a couple of other people besides the boy and himself.

“ Is there something I can help you with?”

⭐ Normally Sally would just brush this off and just be happy enjoying her time with her friends, but that accident made her question a few things now. The star folded her arms over her chest, swaying side to side.

“I know I’m a lion but what are you?!” The young Prince had never seen a ghost in his entire life. Sure, he’d heard about them but physically seeing one? Unknowingly of course since he hadn’t been told what the creature was. This was something that he’d have to tell Nala about once he got home. Simba backed up watching the other warily. How was he supposed to escape one? What about the rest of its herd or whatever it lived with? Would they be angry with the lion for interacting with it? “H-how come I can see through you?” he asked quietly. “Are you some kind of Zimwi or something weird like that?” 

Ah, the Zimwi. A creature that only comes out on a full moon as the Pridelanders said. Though now that Simba was getting somewhat of a closer look, the creature before him didn’t seem as tall as two giraffes, nor did it have eight legs, and its fangs didn’t seem sharp unless they were being concealed somehow. A paw inched forward as the cub canted his head. “...You’re not a Zimwi and if you’re not then what are you?” Yes, he’d already asked that question but Simba needed to figure out what he was seeing in front of him was real or not to make sure he wasn’t going crazy or if his imagination was acting up again. 

               ❝ I’m always suspicious of what’s going bump in the night because now I know what’s making those noises. Was it you up there? ❞

                ❝ There’s a very ghostly poker game going on in the attack. I dread to know what the stakes are given they have no money to place down as bets. All I know is, the last time I walked in on them someone had lost their head...literally. ❞