𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝚄𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴. @demonival
❛ i can't tell you anything. ❜ it's not that he can't, it's because he doesn't want to. marlon stands against the gate the surrounds his old home hoping to pose as a blockade in between her and the building behind him. maybe acting like the history it holds on the dirt is not of any knowledge of him will deter her away from being nosy.
any more nosy than she needs to be.
his leaning is not to look cool, but he hopes it can make him seem collected. harvesting in his insides for years is a history he is trying to forget, but things like her keep popping up. ❛ i don't know what happened here. ❜ he goes ahead and lies anyways.
❛ if you can’t then the house can, other things can too. ❜ she doesn’t pick up on his blocking, or why. blame the fact that ghosts are a lot more willing to tell their secrets as opposed to the living. moving in closer, she musters every single drop of reassurance and empathy she can. but does it work?
flickers of bright lights hit her. she can feel visions threatening to reveal themselves, being so close to a point of trauma does that. it can become overwhelming but she knows its coming. she winces, ever so slightly. ❛ i can help you find out what happened. ❜
