"okay. so, i should be fine, yeah?"
he murmurs, looking down at the body.
god, it was horrendous. he didn’t think
it’d look that bad. he hasn’t even been
dead for that long. he nods, and takes
the bottle, opening it and taking in a deep
breath before drinking it.
❝ perfectly fine, i promise. ❞
watching him drink it, she would step away from
the body carefully in order to allow the potion to take
its desired affect and revive him. canting her head to
the side slightly as she watched, caramel hues would
curiously flicker between ghost and his body as it took effect.
update: i’m going to bed! i’ll see all you lovely flowers in the morning!
as he reaches down for his body, he mutters something
about this entire situation being gross, pulling himself up
and dropping the carcass to the floor, reaching down with
his hand to hoist her up. once he’d pulled her out of said
well, he frowned down at his body, rolling it over onto it’s
back. he pulled a face, and whined.
”do i really look like that?”
soft chuckles would escape her at his whine,
nodding as she pulled items from her coat.
❝ take this, it should get you back into your body. ❞
handing him another bottle of liquid to drink,
moira would check over his body for wound she may have to treat.
he nods, and smiles a little.
“i’ll try to.”
he murmurs, watching her climb over.
he wonders how safe this really is, to
be placed back inside his lifeless vessel,
but he needs to be alive again, needs to
be a helpful person, not a grumpy ghost.
she would grasp his body with her arm below the armpit,
slowly teetering up the stone wall again as her fingers quivered nervously.
the red head would hoist his body up higher for liam to grab,
soft ruby red curls slipping from where they were pinned.
he walks to the well that he was thrown into,
looking into it through the gap in the wood. the
alpha hadn’t gotten to him in time, he’d died
down there. no one had pulled him up, he’s not
sure that anyone actually knew he was there, or
that he was dead. “there i am.”
peering over the edge the red head would swallow at the sight before her.
❝ there you are, i’ll get you and you pull me up? ❞
casting her coat and shoes to the side, she began to climb into the well.
he nods slightly, and slips it into his pocket,
walking over to the door behind her. he
walked through it once it’d opened, arms
folding over his chest.
she would lag behind slightly to give him room to lead,
tucking her hands into her pockets as she looked around.
for a ghost he was pretty solid, although she hadn’t come
across many ghosts in her time to know.