#jacob heugh is being haunted

[praevol]

    𝙸𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝙽𝙾 𝙳𝙴𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃,  upright and over-conscious, alive.  The soft, lean edges of her human body lim the shadows, here and nowhere in particular amongst the warm air, unasked for but answered anyway.  There is no fanfare, no easy marker that she arrives save the vacant coalescing of darkness behind his back.  We are both willfully living, always, always.  A quiet step closer and she leans past his shoulder a little, peering, nosey  —  when her voice lifts it comes smooth and velvet-deep, brushed with humor.   ‘ Boo. ’

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