#[[vetra and psy together again?! must be 2017]]

[gildead]

@beinfriends || apologies to lisa

Gold's body slowly turns around independently of his head, punctuated by the sound of his spine cracking and popping into place. The only tell-tale sign that something horrifying happened is the raw, angry line of red that forms on his pale neck, as if someone's sewed his head back onto his body.

He approaches, a stray beam of moonlight illuminating his face. Now that it's visible, it's clear that there's something in his eye.

Or rather, a lack of something.

Empty sockets stare at Lucas intently, the flesh lining them barely visible within the large empty voids in his skull. Something leaks out of them -- something black and tar-like, a bit too viscous to be blood. There's a trickle of it traveling from his mouth and down his chin as well.

Gold knows what he looks like. Perhaps he's a little too keenly aware.

They lift a sleeve.

It hangs limply as he reaches to his face, almost ragdoll-like in its movements. If Lucas were to look inside the sleeve, he wouldn't see a hand or arm... or much of anything, to be honest. His lower limbs and eyes are clearly not the only things missing on the ghost. Judging by how the edges fray and knit back together haphazardly, he's clearly putting in effort to conceal that.

He wipes the leakage from his face. It smears under his eyes, but otherwise he looks a bit cleaner. Tiny white pinpricks of light face into view within their sockets, their appearance obscuring the once-visible flesh within and casting a dim glow.

Gold opens his mouth - slowly, deliberately, as if moving too fast will cause his jaw to fly off.

"They're... hungry..." He winces as he talks, clearly in pain. "Need... to eat..."