i’ve been ghostin’.

#𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃.  an  independent,  selective,  &  private  fandomless  original  character,  listened  to  by  jupiter   (  21,  he / they,  utc-6  ).  18+  &  nsfw.  medium  activity.

𝐃𝐀𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐎𝐗.  a  half-dead,  half-alive,  hotheaded  party  boy  haunting  a  purple  walkman  and  wandering  the  earth  since  1985.  a  study  in  ;  coping  through  humor,  faulty  memories,  ghosts  (  both  living  and  dead  ),  and  finding  peace  in  chaos.

           ❛  it  didn’t  look  like  anyone  else  was  here  …  but  then  again,  i’ve  only  been  here  for  about  an  hour  or  so.  ❜  she  explains  in  her  typical  light  and  dreamy  tone  with  an  almost-there  mona  lisa  smile.  ❛  great  taste  in  music,  though,  ❜  she  adds,  knowing  good  taste  when  she  hears  it.  she  has  to  giggle  at  his  last  comment.  ❛  aren’t  they  cute  ?  i  just  love  them.  ❜  it’s  true,  megan’s  that  girl  who  has  to  pet  every  cat  who  happens  to  cross  her  path  —  and  cats  seem  to  adore  her,  too.  sometimes  it’s  them  doing  the  following.  now,  though,  she  can’t  help  but  wonder  if  she  was  meant  to  come  here.  could  the  cats  have  been  intentionally  leading  her  to  this  ?  she  doesn’t  know,  but  she’s  definitely  picking  up  the  charged  energy.  it’s  different  …  almost  in  an  otherworldly  sense,  like  a  liminal  space.  she  actually  finds  the  architecture  &  slightly  gothic  interior  pretty,  in  an  eerie  way.

❛  i  guess  this  does  seem  like  a  cool  place  to  hide  things,  i  don’t  think  people  come  here  a  lot.  ❜  unless  they’re  into  parapsychology  and  know  something  about  the  property.   ❛  i  kinda  like  it  …  reminds  me  a  little  of  my  chemical  romance’s  helena  music  video. ❜  she  looks  around,  the  song  already  echoing  in  her  mind  even  though  she  knows  where  it  actually  took  place.  there’s  something  beautiful  about  the  ambiance.  she  catches  his  nails  painted  onyx,  intrigued.  whoever  this  guy  is,  she  likes  his  style.  he  probably  wonders  who  she  is,  it  dawns  on  her,  but  she’s  always  been  sociable  and  talking  to  strangers  isn’t  weird  to  her.  so  many  things  aren’t.   ❛  i’m  megan,  by  the  way. ❜ 

❛  hey, thanks!  ❜   he brightens at the compliment to his music taste, the slight smile growing to a dazzling grin.  nothing gets him excited in quite the way that talking about music does.  it’s one of those things that tends to stick in his memory better than most other things.  important information will fall out of his mind, even including his own name at times, but he can perfectly remember the lyrics to his favorite songs.  funny, the things your brain will choose to prioritize.  he even knows exactly what tape he left inside the walkman.  then again, maybe there’s some kind of connection between him and the music, given that it’s, well ...  basically housing his soul.

      The more she studied him, his face, the way he held himself, the way he seemed to be hiding something… She blinked, trying desperately to figure it out Usually people’s souls were a dead give away but his… her brows knitted and her head leaned more. Curious. She held her hands more tightly. 

     Her expression is sad as he answers, “O-oh. I…I see.” She was more confused now than ever, but she tries not to let it her cloud her judgement. She had to figure this out. Figure him out. She was determined. 

    “I…I am not a doll, I assu—” Azrael stops suddenly, her eyes widening. She steps closer, slowly, untangling her hands. “Oh…oh no…” She lifted her hand slowly and lightly poked a finger into his arm before moving back and walking around him, “How…” 

   “I…” She shook her head, “How did I…how are you…” She felt slightly sick now. Had she…had she somehow missed him? Was this like some horrible version of purgatory? 

    “I do not…I do not understand how…and I am so, so sorry. But you have not been taken home. Dae…” She wasn’t sure if that was even his real name and usually she knew people’s names instinctively. 

   “Do wish to finally find peace? It’s my fault…but I can give you it now?” 

aw.  he knows it’s not his fault  —  memory issues aside, there’s actually nothing he can do about the fact that it’s probably been at least a decade since he bought these shoes  —  but he feels bad for disappointing her.  still, he can’t help but feel that her sad expression is more than just sorrow about not getting a pair of cool shoes.  especially as she continues.  he’s ready to correct her about the nickname, but what she says next stops him dead  ( ha )  in his tracks.

taken home?  find peace?  what the hell is she talking about?  he has to resist the urge to take a step back ;  his heart is beating a little too hard in his chest.  he doesn’t feel threatened, but there’s something very off about the way she’s talking.  like she thinks he’s supposed to be dead or something.

which, well, she’s not wrong.  but dae is in no hurry to cross that threshold. 

❛  whoa, whoa, hey.  ❜   his fingers tighten around the walkman in his pocket, a forced laugh coming from his lips.   ❛  listen, i’m, uh  —  i’m not totally sure what you mean by that, but i’m just fine, okay?  i’m not, uh.  i’m not, like, suffering or anything like that, if that’s what you’re worried about.  i’m just kinda chilling, to be honest.  so like, don’t even sweat it.  ❜

@walkmanned​

MAYBE CORNERING the other person was a bad idea. jacob didn’t mean any harm– promise ! he’d just noticed their style, and– “hey! hey!” he followed him down the alley as he shouted. “can i say something? your clothes are like, mega-fruity and shit. badass.”