( ' things that go bump in the night ' ⇾ closed

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gregory killian
male - ghost - sixteen - gay   - teen,
savannah, dettlaff, ivy - two
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"hm. i'm afraid that you are correct, milady." gregory said with a charming but bewitching smile, he shifted his weight to the right, sliding onto the jutting end of the arcing ledge before jumping off in a phantasm leap, landing softly as his sole met with the solid ground. the dark-haired teen smiled softly at savannah, a beaming grin directly pointing out sarcastic tones and ironic touches pointing to a look of "i don't care if i'm not invited to your playpen" kind of appearance. as he turned his head back to the red-head and snowy-haired teen, gregory wondered what were their names before remembering almost immediately.
mercutio and rowan...? such odd names
dismissing that thought to fully become an audible speech, gregory flashed another one of his gentler and smaller smile, lightly starting at rowan with a formal 'bounce' in every step he took. the ghost then raised his arm, about to propose a nice and civilized handshake with the girl. "hi. wonders to meet you, i'm gregory killian. son of-"
there was a sudden thundering sound, followed with a heavy crack and burst. a thousand year old dust billowed up in the air in a puff of grey clouds, tarnishing the light air with a most unholy touch. the boring grey soon subsided as the rumbling sound dissipated for a while before it continued on with a lofty and solid crash. then, another puff of grey particles floated up, blowing away in the cold and ancient winds.
"lord dettlaff killian...?" gregory raised a single eyebrow, trying to process the fact that the concrete floor beneath the teens' feet had just caved in and collapsed under its own weight. soon it was clear that the subsided entryway was entirely demolished, as gregory could only see a gaping hole in which where the teens were supposed to still be standing on. the green-eyed specter then took a fragile step, kneeling on both of his knees and bending down to see the people inside of the newly-made maw. he peeked into the pit with an unaware smile, waving gently at the teenagers writhing with the ruins.
"hello!" before gregory could try and at least game for a bit more, his eyes went wide, as he heard the familiar thick and cracking voice of none other than his feared father. the boy flinched a bit when he heard his name being called with dettlaff's prideful tongue, and he daren't look back. "u-um, savannah...?" gregory whispered nervously, peering nervously at his younger sister.

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[ species ] ghost [ title ] lady [ age ] twenty-eight [ location ] castle, [ tagged ] dettlaff,

As she floated along side her husband Rosalind tried to look into his eyes but was a little dismayed to find that he'd turned his face from hers. Even as she smiled and nodded at Dettlaffs statement on simply observing the Lady Killian knew that it was perhaps not a lie exactly but an avoidance of two words "I promise". Though she knew that her husband would ordinarily keep his promises to her it was a definite sign that he had other things in mind when he avoided swearing such things to her. However rather than say anything and cause a conflict Rosalind chose to stay silent, there would be no point in arguing with the man after he'd made up his mind something that the young woman had learned back when a heart still beat beneath her breast. Besides Rosalind could at least see where her husband was coming from, countless visitors had at one time or another lied to her face promising that they wouldn't enter the northeast tower only to break their word mere hours later which of course would always send the young mother into a whirlwind of anger, sorrow, and vengeance.
Almost as if summoned from her own thoughts the sweet voices of her children began to float towards Rosalind making the woman freeze. Her guilt, sorrow, and protective natures crashing together caused a tidal wave of emotions that crashed through her slender form. Despite her husbands attempts to convince her that she was not the one to blame for their deaths Rosalind knew better. It wasn't just if she'd been able to wield a sword, it was what if she'd thought to ask if there was a secret way in and out of the castle in case of a raid, and even if she'd cut short Dettlaff's spiral into pride and obsession with their home rather than sit by silently. If she'd been able to do even one of those things her children might've lived and of course died in relative peace. As a mother and guardian she had failed and now because of it she had to watch her children suffer for centuries and there was only one way to fix it and though in life she would never dream of spilling the blood of the innocent, she had no qualms about it if it meant her children could live in peace.
With her mind made up Rosalind lifted her head with a kind of determination and followed her husband into the shadows so she could observe these new guests alongside her husband. As quiet as the air that she was supposedly made from Rosalind's eye was only briefly on their visitors and though she tried to pay attention to them the only ones she could pay attention to were the familiar figures of her children who had somehow all found their way in here in one way or another. Though she had not given birth to all of them Rosalind both in life and death has cared for each of them as if they were her very own which in her eyes made them more family than blood ties ever could. As she watched Savannah talk animatedly about playing a game of hide and seek Rosalind could help but smile, perhaps if these so called 'visitors' meant no harm they could stay for a while, even if it was just to bring a smile to the children's faces. Glancing at her husband Rosalind was about to suggest the idea of letting them stay when a thunderous crash echoed out through the hall.
Whipping around Rosalind was just in time to see a plume of dust rise into the air as the stones of the floor fell into the bowels of the castle. Eye widening Rosalind turned back to Dettlaff only to find him already striding forward anger blazing in his eyes as he turned not only on the young men and woman still frozen at their door but also their children who 'd done no wrong. Rushing forward Rosalind stood between Dettlaff and the rest of the room, a slender transparent hand on his chest to stop him from moving, "Darling please! Calm down it's not their fault," she insisted on behalf of her children trying to lock eyes with her infuriated husband, "It was an accident, but we can fix it." she tried in a reassuring tone with a smile to match.

I apologize for how long this took. My writers block for Rosalind was awful -__-""}}