as the world falls down 

glass-spider:

Danny stopped in his tracks when he finally saw Chelsea. His eyes were alight with happiness, yet muddled down with confusion and anxiety as well. Her words weren’t what he wanted to hear, not at all. He shifted around on his feet and swallowed a lump in his throat. “No, that’s not what I came here to say,” he said, his voice lowered a bit. He walked slowly and turned to face her, trying to summon the airs of confidence he always tried to put on for show. 

“I wanted to say that I am falling - falling…” He had a hard time saying what he was trying to say, faltering in the midst of his confession but at the same time trying so hard to have confident intrigue like he used to before he got hit hard with psychosis. He took a deep breath and looked at her beautiful face. “Falling in love with you.” Now he could only hope that she felt the same way, that she thought that they could be more than friends.

The brunette rose one of her eyebrows as she heard him say that he wasn’t here to say that. That was a surprised. It was surprising he didn’t come here just to blow her off. She really thought she was going to be blown off…which is why she just ran like a frightened deer in the morning. There was no point in telling her something she already knew. Chelsea bit her bottom lip and sighed, trying to listen to her explanation. The weird thing was that he looked oddly nervous…well, he did look like that a lot lately…especially after all the psychosis he was going through lately.

“Falling?” She said a little nervously…what did he mean by falling? Falling figuratively? she was completely confused at first…not knowing how to react…what to say even. Then he said it…the words…falling in love with…her eyes widened at this and she bit her full bottom lip, “I-really? I mean…when did this start happening…I…” she whispered out as she looked him up and down. His beautiful tall lean frame…she couldn’t deny that she couldn’t quite love a man like that…but she didn’t quite know what she felt, “I don’t…” she said softly, eye wide, she didn’t finish the sentence.

Most Unusual Feelings|| Chelsea and Elijah 

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Elijah walked down the hall casually, though he would pause every once in a while to put his face against one of the walls and try to listen for ghosts. The spiritual energy that abounded was intense, which indicated there was one nearby. He stopped when he nearly tripped on a woman who was sitting in the hallway. Because he was a medium he could tell that she was a ghost just from looking at her, but she was one of the better looking ghosts he’d seen. Some of them were grotesquely deformed from the manner in which they died, but in this place he didn’t see too many ghosts with visible wounds.

“Excuse me.” He said. “My name is Elijah Church, I’m a medium. The ghosts around here object more than usual but I just wanted to ask you if you’d consider letting me help you over to the other side. You’ll be at rest and peace and among lost family members in the eternal bliss of the afterlife.” He was only expecting the reply to be no, these were the least eager ghosts he’d ever seen before - usually most ghosts wanted to cross over, but not these ghosts. There was something up with them.

Chelsea squeaked as she felt someone almost trip over her, “hey!” She said softly in her pretty and girlish little voice. “I maybe a ghost but I am visible right now…no tripping over me!” She said in an uncharacteristically feisty and annoyed fashion. She was never quite one to be like this…but as it was she wasn’t in a very good mood today.

His excuse me stopped her from saying anything else, though. She looked up and blinked at him. She rose an eyebrow as he asked if she wanted to move on, “well…I dunno…I guess…I’ve never thought about it…I am kind of hesitant. Its a big decision…” she said softly looking up at the handsome man with the stunning blue eyes. Getting up, she dusted herself off a bit and leveled with him a bit more. “don’t you think?” She asked, looking into his eyes.

as the world falls down 

glass-spider:

She didn’t have to run away.

It was pouring rain outside, a torrential downfall that matched the storm that was brewing in Danny McQueen’s mind. He stared out the window with his hands behind his back. He couldn’t believe how much he missed Chelsea, but he had an underlying despair and even bitterness that she had left almost immediately after they had been intimate together. They hadn’t spoken since, that hurt him more.

All he really wanted, even all he really needed, was someone who cared about him more than anything and would be there for him. She seemed like his perfect match and he was almost to the point of tears without her around. His eyes were half closed as he stared at the dreary world. If she hadn’t run off she could be around to cheer him up. They could be together and never part.

He turned around and ran to his closet to dress in the best clothes he could manage, attempting to look his best for her. He was going to find her no matter where she was hiding in the inn. She couldn’t avoid him forever after all, their paths had to cross eventually even if by force. He brushed out his messy hair and pulled on his Sunday best and headed for the door. 

Danny opened the doorknob in time with the thunder rumbling and he set off down the hallway. I’ll find you, love. He walked at an accelerated rate, his eyes scanning as he hoped she wasn’t invisible or anything like that - after all she was a ghost. “Chelsea, please come here! I want to talk to you!” he called. “Please, just let me talk… just for a minute…” He continued on his search, yelling all the way and not caring who he disturbed.

The sylph woman heard a voice calling out for someone as she slowly awoke from her slumber in one of the empty rooms. She took to read in them and then falling asleep beside the sun streaming from the windows like some kind of big cat. She blinked her eyes and sat up a bit, putting her hand behind her head and scratching at it a bit, thinking about who it could be calling out like a crazy man in the hallways of the inn. Then she thought—Danny. Her eyes widened as she swept up her big white skirt made of cloth and went through the wall of the room she was in, only to end up in the hall way he was yelling in, leaning against the wall.

“Come here to tell me we’re nothing but friend blah,blah,blah, right? I know…I just left because I knew you would say that and that what we did complicated things.” She said finally, rolling her eyes as she interrupted his insane yelling. “I’ll still be here for you, Danny.” She said nodding slowly.

heart’s filthy lesson|| Danny and Chelsea 

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