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vocab_drabblesTitle: Wispy Ghost
Fandom: X-Men
Author: Apache Firecat
Rating: G/K
Word Count: 500
Characters/Pairings: Sean/Emma
Warnings: Cannon Character Death
Summary: Emma waits for his visit twice a year.
She had grown accustomed to waiting for his song twice a year. His voice, even when he'd been alive, could shatter glass with ease and had driven many an opponent unconscious and nearly even insane. Yet to her ears, his voice, especially his Irish dialect that had been so much stronger when he'd been tired, caught off guard, or, by whatever lucky chance she'd had at the moment, caught singing, had always been the most beautiful song.
Emma waited at her window those two nights a year, no matter where she was at, and no matter her location, Sean never ceased to provide exactly what she was looking for. She heard the notes first and leaned further out her window, watching as wisps of fog formed together in the faint outline of a man. He'd always been handsome, strapping, and strong, but most would say that such was not possible with such an ethereal vision. Those who would were in possession of very closed minds, however, for Emma had rarely seen a more handsome man.
Even if he was dancing with the wee folk underneath the bright, big Halloween moon. It was rare, she'd learned, that Halloween actually arrived with a full moon, but she'd never paid much attention to the holiday until that first All Hallow's Eve after his passing. When his spirit had suddenly shown up that one night at the old school in Massachusetts, she'd started pouring over everything she could find on the night when the dead were actually allowed to walk the Earth.
It was strange, she thought, not because his ghost still managed to appear handsome and dignified as he danced and sang across the lawn, but because he did not always visit the same place. She'd thought she'd have to be in Snow Valley to see him -- until that one Halloween when she'd been caught on a mission and he had still appeared. That night, it had been Sean and the Wee Folk who had saved the X-Men, though Emma had never told a soul. She'd also learned that he seemed to have some freedom on Saint Patrick's Day or rather the night thereof when she'd spied him on Xavier's campus.
Yet he seemed to have the ability to choose wherever he appeared. It was odd, she reflected again, but she was nonetheless grateful. She watched until he'd all but completely disappeared into the luminous moonshine and then forced herself to turn away.
Ack, Em, if ye only knae.
She stopped, her heart lunging into her throat. If I only knew what, Sean?
There was a hesitation before he answered, his voice as soft and wispy as the mist, How much I miss ye.
She raced back to her window. I miss you too! It was silly and juvenile of her to conduct herself in such a manner. It was nonetheless all she could do to keep from shouting the words. But he was gone.
The End
Fandom: X-Men
Author: Apache Firecat
Rating: G/K
Word Count: 500
Characters/Pairings: Sean/Emma
Warnings: Cannon Character Death
Summary: Emma waits for his visit twice a year.
She had grown accustomed to waiting for his song twice a year. His voice, even when he'd been alive, could shatter glass with ease and had driven many an opponent unconscious and nearly even insane. Yet to her ears, his voice, especially his Irish dialect that had been so much stronger when he'd been tired, caught off guard, or, by whatever lucky chance she'd had at the moment, caught singing, had always been the most beautiful song.
Emma waited at her window those two nights a year, no matter where she was at, and no matter her location, Sean never ceased to provide exactly what she was looking for. She heard the notes first and leaned further out her window, watching as wisps of fog formed together in the faint outline of a man. He'd always been handsome, strapping, and strong, but most would say that such was not possible with such an ethereal vision. Those who would were in possession of very closed minds, however, for Emma had rarely seen a more handsome man.
Even if he was dancing with the wee folk underneath the bright, big Halloween moon. It was rare, she'd learned, that Halloween actually arrived with a full moon, but she'd never paid much attention to the holiday until that first All Hallow's Eve after his passing. When his spirit had suddenly shown up that one night at the old school in Massachusetts, she'd started pouring over everything she could find on the night when the dead were actually allowed to walk the Earth.
It was strange, she thought, not because his ghost still managed to appear handsome and dignified as he danced and sang across the lawn, but because he did not always visit the same place. She'd thought she'd have to be in Snow Valley to see him -- until that one Halloween when she'd been caught on a mission and he had still appeared. That night, it had been Sean and the Wee Folk who had saved the X-Men, though Emma had never told a soul. She'd also learned that he seemed to have some freedom on Saint Patrick's Day or rather the night thereof when she'd spied him on Xavier's campus.
Yet he seemed to have the ability to choose wherever he appeared. It was odd, she reflected again, but she was nonetheless grateful. She watched until he'd all but completely disappeared into the luminous moonshine and then forced herself to turn away.
Ack, Em, if ye only knae.
She stopped, her heart lunging into her throat. If I only knew what, Sean?
There was a hesitation before he answered, his voice as soft and wispy as the mist, How much I miss ye.
She raced back to her window. I miss you too! It was silly and juvenile of her to conduct herself in such a manner. It was nonetheless all she could do to keep from shouting the words. But he was gone.
The End
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Date: 2022-10-11 05:32 am (UTC)