Better'n I thought I might, too, all things considered.
[ For a while there, he thought he would simply be this, some incorporeal thing just barely more than nothing. A voice and a moving image, visible and audible only to Emma Cullen. And, well, as nice as the company is and has been, he thinks if that's all he was capable of, it might very well have driven him mad with boredom alone.
The cards snap quietly against themselves as he riffles them, then he sets into shuffling them overhand again with a quiet brush of movement. ]
Not so much, no. Not like the first days, anymore.
[ Not like after he had first died, when he would materialize for a handful of seconds, then simply drop away in little more than a blink. Then, some days later, he would reappear with only a vague recollection of what transpired, a distant sense of time having passed. He doesn't recall having dropped away like that in more recent days, for which he's grateful. At least he feels he has a semblance of control over himself. ]
Tend to choose when I come and go, now. Kinda wander around the town, now that I'm a little more... stable, I suppose you'd call it.
[ He smirks a little as he adds, ]
Not causin' too much trouble, if that's what you're worried about.
[ Not much. Just the occasional spooked horse, or a chair pushed a handful of inches back, just as someone means to sit down. ]
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Better'n I thought I might, too, all things considered.
[ For a while there, he thought he would simply be this, some incorporeal thing just barely more than nothing. A voice and a moving image, visible and audible only to Emma Cullen. And, well, as nice as the company is and has been, he thinks if that's all he was capable of, it might very well have driven him mad with boredom alone.
The cards snap quietly against themselves as he riffles them, then he sets into shuffling them overhand again with a quiet brush of movement. ]
Not so much, no. Not like the first days, anymore.
[ Not like after he had first died, when he would materialize for a handful of seconds, then simply drop away in little more than a blink. Then, some days later, he would reappear with only a vague recollection of what transpired, a distant sense of time having passed. He doesn't recall having dropped away like that in more recent days, for which he's grateful. At least he feels he has a semblance of control over himself. ]
Tend to choose when I come and go, now. Kinda wander around the town, now that I'm a little more... stable, I suppose you'd call it.
[ He smirks a little as he adds, ]
Not causin' too much trouble, if that's what you're worried about.
[ Not much. Just the occasional spooked horse, or a chair pushed a handful of inches back, just as someone means to sit down. ]