(muse_cafe prompts)


I'm not sure if I believe in ghosts.

Okay, I know that sounds stupid. I mean, I've been dead myself, and I've been, well. influenced by those fucking crawling taunting things pushing me to, forcing me to...

But that's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about ghosts. As in, disembodied spirits of the unquiet dead. If anyone should be dogged by angry ghosts it's me, right? But I'm not. I'm not stalked by specters, or fucked with by phantasms. The only thing that haunts me is memories.




I've had a kind of a soft spot for children for as long as I can remember, as much as I can be said to have a soft spot for anything. That is to say, I don't violently resent their very existence. Of course, kids grow into adults and along the way soak up all the fucking hideousness that makes the world so unpleasant and, well... but for a while. For a while they haven't been spoiled yet. You can see the potential to be something other than a repulsive creeling thing, before life gets in there and twists them.

Of course I never thought I'd have a kid. The sort of level of interaction that requires was something I avoided for a long time (not to claim I was particularly sought after, but that's not the point). And then I got together with Teatime... which is a whole other level of wild, strange, and for once, wonderful... and I certainly didn't have any reason to expect kids then. I mean, two guys can't have a kid, right?

He didn't bother to warn me about that Unseen University place, and all of a sudden there's JT. And I never, never thought something like that could happen. She never stops amazing me, and I take great pleasure in slaughtering anyone who makes her frown, assuming she or Teatime doesn't get them first.