A closed starter for Aaron (@etvdes) at Aaron's place.｡°✩

The ghost sat there with his fingers tangled together, eyes fixed on the floor like it might give him an answer if he stared long enough. He still couldn’t quite believe it. It hadn’t been violent–that was what everyone kept saying. That was what it looked like, too. When he and his brother had found his body, he could’ve sworn he was just asleep. Peaceful. No signs of a struggle, no blood, nothing obvious. His family didn’t have a history of sudden illness, sure, but it wasn’t like his parents could be tested now. There were limits to what answers could give him. At least she’d been gentle when she told him. She’d held his hands, or tried to, and spoken softly like that might soften the blow. Gerard had stared at her without blinking, ears ringing, barely registering the words as they landed. Someone had wanted him dead? Not fate. Not chance. Someone had made a choice–and it had worked. How was he supposed to exist with that knowledge? Knowing he hadn’t just died, but had been targeted? There was a specific kind of pain that ghosts could fall into, one that pulled them further and further away from who they were and closer to anger, to something sharp and dangerous. He could feel himself drifting toward it. Less than a minute after he’d learned the truth, he’d blinked into Aaron’s place. He hadn’t left since. Gerard didn’t know how long he’d been sitting there. Time felt useless–minutes and hours blurred together until they meant the same thing. When the door creaked open, he didn’t look up. He stayed where he was, eyes still on the floor. “I didn’t–” His voice cracked, hollow and distant, like it belonged to someone else. He swallowed. “It wasn’t natural causes, after all.” A beat passed. “Apparently there are a lot of poisons that make it look that way, though.”

AND HE’S JUST

SO GORGEOUS

WTF

john mulaney: kid gorgeous // accepting!