#ghoul oc Litus

[batcadillac]

"Hey…..hey!"

The voice breaks the Hybrid Ghoul out of his trance, water from his hands sprinkling over the front of his uniform. He turns his chrome masked face to the source of the voice, and blinks and he sees another nameless Ghoul, squatting rather close. So close that the Hybrid really should have noticed him by now.

His pale skin and hair shine in the spring light, as he tilts his head at the Hybrid. "Y-yes?" he asks, voice croaking from disuse. He can't really remember when the last time he talked was.

"I see you out here all the time," the pale Ghoul comments, tilting his head the other direction, very animal like, turquoise eyes on the Hybrid. "Is this your job?"

The Hybrid swallows. Job? Well…..he supposes his duties in the gardens could be considered a job. "Y-yes…." he replies.

The laughter lines that crinkle the other Ghoul's eyes captivate the Hybrid for a moment, and it finally registers that this smaller Ghoul isn't wearing a mask. Honestly, ever since Cardinal Copia had become the front man of the Ghost Project, the restrictions of Abbey attire had gotten quite lax. So much so that most Ghouls hardly ever bothered with wearing the standard uniform and chrome mask while at the Abbey. It still tethered them to their Papa of course, but you didn't need to wear it. The Hybrid wore his because well…….it was more comfortable, simply being another nameless Ghoul among the crowd.

"Is that all you know how to say?" The pale Ghoul asks, and the Hybrid feels his heart rate tick up sharply. Oh no, he's offended the smaller Ghoul. He opens his mouth to apologize, before the other Ghoul waves a dismissive hand. "It's alright, just a joke."

He watches the Hybrid Ghoul for another moment. A joke, another Ghoul was joking with him. So strange. He hardly ever talks to anyone else, or rather, not many others in the Abbey talk to him. So to be crouching in front of his plants, the front of his uniform sprinkled in his element and having this conversation, is strange.

"Don't talk much do you?"

The Hybrid jolts. "S-sorry…." he replies, moving to wring his wet hands together. He frowns softly from behind his mask. Of course, his first real conversation in who knows how long and he's already messing it up.

But instead of getting up and leaving, the smaller Ghoul just smiles, tilting his head and showing his fangs. "It's whatever, man."

More silence and awkward staring, or maybe it's just awkward for the Hybrid. The pale Ghoul before just seems to ooze casual confidence. A fierce pang of jealousy hits the Hybrid before the other Ghoul speaks again. "You a Water Ghoul?"

It would make sense for him to ask, considering the Hybrid was using his magick to water the plants, his wet hands a proof of it, but again, it's strange to hear the question. The Hybrid swallows, afraid suddenly of exposing his status. Some Ghouls are notoriously unkind to Hybrid Ghouls, but this pale Ghoul with his easy smile and pierced face and ears seems to be genuinely curious.

"And Earth…."

Turquoise eyes sparkle. "I knew it!" he leaps up, causing the Hybrid to jolt again. The pale Ghoul offers a hand, and the Hybrid blinks at it.

He want to help him up? Swallowing, the Hybrid takes the hand, and is surprised at the strength of the small body lifting him up to his full height. He's definitely taller than the other Ghoul, but with what the Hybrid has seen of his personality, it makes him feel larger than life. So strange, to see someone so unphased by anything that’s thrown at him. "I knew I could smell it on you," the pale Ghoul laughs. "I'm Earth Air!"

That would explain his skin coloration, and as the taller Hybrid scents the air quickly, he smells it. Like crisp alpine air, almost cold in it's quality.

Satan Below, another Hybrid Ghoul, and one who wanted to talk to him!

"I'm Horizon," the smaller Ghoul says, offering a hand again.

The rather pleasant mood all but shatters as the Hybrid stares at the hand offered to him. He's not so new on Earth that he doesn't understand the human convention of introductions, but a name? He doesn't have anything to offer back. Panic starts to suffuse his body, causing the masked Ghoul to tremble as he stares at the hand. Oh Satan Below, he had only just met this other kind Hybrid Ghoul and he was already messing it up so badly!

Horizon seems to see that he's panicking, however, and easily moves his hand to place it on the Hybrid's shoulder. "Hey, no big deal….." he says softly, giving the meat of the masked Ghoul's shoulder a squeeze.

Soft tears start to fall, and the shameful feeling that always comes with him crying over useless silly things overtakes the Hybrid Ghoul. He nods, unable to find his voice. Horizon offers him a warm, sympathetic smile. "You do really good work out here," he says, seemingly fine with filling the awkward silence with more words.

Does he? The taller Ghoul blinks, sniffing away his tears as softly as he can so as to not be noticeable. There are other Abbey Earth Ghouls who work in the garden, and sometimes even Mountain, when he's back from tour, so it's not all the Hybrid. He's simply a part of a machine to keep the Abbey self-sustaining, but he can't help but feel touched at the comment. This other Hybrid Ghoul is incredibly kind.

"Horizon!"

Another voice breaks their moment, and the masked Ghoul jolts to his full height, Horizon pulling his hand away in shock too. The Hybrid’s eyes flick to the source of the voice, and are met with a pair of piercing blue staring right back at him. A tall Ghoul stands by the gate, his strong arms crossed as he stares at the two of them. The Hybrid feels a chill go down his spine as Horizon clicks his tongue. "Damn, sorry……gotta go."

"Where are you going?" The Hybrid Ghoul suddenly panics, hoping it doesn’t show in his voice, but worry consuming him that he’s going to lose the one good conversation that he's had with another Ghoul for who knows how long.

It's Horizon's turn to blink at him—probably curious to the question—but he smiles easily and throws a thumb over at the other imposing Ghoul. "Tour starts tomorrow, gotta get everything ready."

"Horizon!" The Ghoul shouts again, making Horizon swear and the Hybrid twitch.

"I'm coming, Bo! Gimme a second!"

All the shouting causes the tall Hybrid to sink in on himself, but Horizon turns back to him, rolling his eyes. "Duty calls," he says, then reaches up to clap the taller Ghoul on the bicep. "Keep up the good work!" He adds with a bright smile, before turning and jogging off towards Bo.

The Hybrid Ghoul watches, dumbstruck as Horizon leaves, only subconsciously seeing that he's also not wearing any shoes. Earth Hybrid indeed.

Tour. That means touring, which means the Ghost Project. Which means……

A Ghost Project Hybrid Ghoul just talked to him. The masked Ghoul's eyes refocus long enough to see Horizon throw him a peace sign before he walks with Bo out of sight.

The Hybrid Ghoul can't help a little unbelieving smile that crosses his lips under his mask.

Horizon. Horizon

Text by @arcaneacolyte

[arcaneacolyte]

Gonna bend the rules of the prompt a bit and suggest beach day with whichever OC's you like. (hi how's it going? Hopefully good)

Thank you so much for the prompt! As soon as I saw it I knew which OC I wanted to try out! This is definitely longer than 3 sentences lol

It's a cruel joke, that he cannot swim.

He is of the Earth, all that is verdant and green. Flowers and foliage call to him, and as a Ghoul of the Earth he cannot help but heed their call.

But he is also a Ghoul of the Water, and she calls to him just as fervently. An ever ringing echo that chimes all the way down to his very bones whether he catches a glance of her or not.

She frightens him, but he cannot abandon her.

The call is more prevalent now, as he listens to the roar of the waves, her voice drawing him in. It's what's always feared him most about Water; that one day she will draw him back down into her depths and he will be lost forever. Retribution for the life that should have been taken by her all those years ago.

Who ever heard of a Water Hybrid being unable to swim?

He strides carefully, not in a bathing suit like the others, but a soft green peasant dress faded by use and time. His bare feet make perfect imprints upon the sand. He doesn't know if anyone is watching him, cannot focus on that now. All he can hear is her call.

The tail end of a wave brushes across his right foot, as if she were caressing him, a brush with his corporeal form in an attempt to convince him in further, lure him into a false sense of security.

He takes another few steps—up to his ankles now—focusing on nothing but the horizon where she stretches on as far as his eyes can see.

She soaks into his clothing, the smell of the salt prickling his senses and causing tears to spring to his eyes, but he does not step any further. Though he did not know where he was going when he started moving, he knows know that this is the exact place to stop. The Earth calls back to him, reminds him that he is not completely of the Water.

The sand is soft beneath his toes, and he wriggles his feet, digging them deeper into it to prevent the undertow from pulling him out futher, preventing her from claiming him.

Her voice is softer now.

No. Not softer.

Her call changes, as does the Earth's. Where he stands, at the coalescence of his Elements, they begin to raise a harmony far louder than either of theirs alone.

Balance, harmony, truth. It causes his heart and his spirit to swell. Though he stands motionless, still staring at the horizon, he has never felt stronger in his magic and in himself than he does now.

Litus.

The Shore.

[batcadillac]

"Horizon would almost call early mornings Heavenly were it not so blasphemous, but what else would you call it when you flutter your eyelashes open and the first thing you see is the one you love more than anything? When the first thing you register touching you is their body, their scent the first thing that enters your lungs? When every aspect of your senses flood with warmth and love and light?

How can that not be described as Heavenly? How can Horizon look at Litus and think anything less?

How could he?"

A soft moment for the two softest boys...They where ment to be, I guess true love always finds a way.

Litus (he/him) belongs to @arcaneacolyte

Horizon (he/him) belongs to me.