@simplyalostsoul

thef0rgottenchild:

Taylor shook her head, a brief bout of laughter bubbling over her lips. “No, we don’t know each other. I just - you, I don’t know. You seemed out of place. I wanted to see if you were real,” she tried to explain, trailing off when she realized she was sounding crazy. She cleared her throat awkwardly and looked at the ground before glancing back up. “I mean, everyone has the same blank expression and they all walk the same and they’re heading to get the same coffee before working the rest of the day away. You looked different.” She smiled, satisfied she’d managed to explain a little clearer.

Ian gave a confused smile as Taylor laughed before letting his shoulders slump slightly in relief. The comfort of being a stranger to the girl was short-lived when she continued speaking. He did his best to keep his face neutral, but he knew his eyes were betraying him. They always did. His wife had always told him he was a bad liar. Not that he lied all that often, just that his face was like an open book for all to see. A bittersweet smile hung on his face when she said she wanted to see if he was real. “I’m real,” He murmured, although he wasn’t sure if he was saying for himself or for Taylor. “I’ll take that as a compliment?” He said, his eyes crinkling in amusement. “To be honest, I’m surprised anyone took notice of me.” Ian admitted with a smirk, as he moved out of the way at the last second before someone who was too attached to their mobile could run into him.

@simplyalostsoul

thef0rgottenchild:

“You okay?” Taylor asked with mild concern, her brow furrowed just gently as she watched the way he seemed disconnected from the world around him. Her eyes followed his, locking onto the things he was seeing. The sky, swirling grey like someone had dropped ink into milk. Though his step back was small, Taylor noticed it, and took it as a gentle warning to leave the space between them open until the boy had become accustomed to her presence. She returned his smile, a little stronger than his, and spoke again. “M’ name’s Taylor. What’s yours?”

“Yeaah.” Ian nodded reassuringly towards the stranger. His gaze followed hers as he once more stared up at the sky. It was a reminder to him that the world kept going even if he couldn’t. “Ian.” This time when his eyes landed on the brunette, he let a genuine smile crease his lips as the cloud of confusion seemed to disappear from his demeanor. “I’m sorry — do I know you?” He asked, curious as to why she had approached him in the first place. Ian hoped for her sake he didn’t or else things were going to suddenly turn awkward.

@simplyalostsoul

thef0rgottenchild:

Taylor stopped in the middle of the path, making people behind her bump into her. “Sorry,” she apologised, making her way across the path to a stranger standing alone. She tilted her head to the side and looked at him curiously. He seemed.. different, somehow. “Hey,” she said softly, realising as she approached that she had nothing to say.

Ian stood on the sidewalk, oblivious to those around him. The street was bustling and with people on their lunch break, all in a hurry to get somewhere. But not him. His hands were in his front pockets as he simply stared up at the sky. It was a cloudy day, but the sky was still beautiful. It amazed him how something you see every day could still leave him in awe. Ian’s head jerked down when he heard the voice. Suddenly his ears were filled with the surrounding noises and for a split second he felt a little disoriented. Taking a hesitant step back, he offered a weak smile and an awkward wave. “Hi.”

+3

“Uh, hello.” Ian welcomed as he raised his gaze to the new face. He quirked an eyebrow and looked them over. Confusion glittered in his eyes at the sight of them but he smiled anyway, not wanting to appear rude. “You seem a little….” He paused, as if searching for the right word before tilting his head slightly. “Lost.”

Has everyone gone to bed?

“What am I going to do for the rest of the night?” Ian groaned to himself as he flopped onto his back dramatically. He couldn’t stare at the ceiling for the next eight hours.

OOC

Just a heads up. I’ve been sick for what feels like forever which is why I’ve been so incredibly slow at responding. Sorry! Anyway, I think I’ve responded to everyone that I owe.

As always, if you’d like to start something please feel free to like this post or drop me a message in my ask box. I promise I don’t bite and I love interacting with new people. Also, if I still owe don’t hesitate to tell me! I miss things sometimes.

maire-bear:

Looking around, she kept studying the photos, expecting the answer to pop out at her. There was no precise answer, and it was so odd. To be standing in this house with what she thought was a complete stranger, but was apparently someone she had had multiple photos taken with.

“Rain-..” she paused, looking at him, trying to see if maybe something about him was familiar. “I-, I don’t know.” All she could think about was dancing in the rain, or something like that.

 

Ian carefully hung the picture back on the wall, adjusting the frame until it was even again. He thought about keeping one, a memento of this odd day but he had no use for material possessions. It wasn’t as if he could keep it with him. He didn’t have a home anymore.

Once he was satisfied he crossed his arms and turned his body so he was giving Maire his full attention. His head nodded slightly when she repeated the word rain, as if silently willing her to remember. When she couldn’t, he sighed and glanced away from the blonde. Maybe his brain was mixing memories. He wasn’t so sure anymore. “Ah, well…” His voice trailed off. His shoulders slouched slightly. He didn’t know what else to say.

(Source: simplyalostsoul)

+cruentasagitta started following you

cruentasagitta:

— “That’s okay” she said, lowering her head. “I think that everybody has its own period. Don’t blame yourself, for me it’s pretty natural.” Ariadne used to be gloomy all the time since she lived alone with the awareness of not having a family on her own.

His presence was going to enlighten her day, little by little. She knew that someone was standing by her side even if it was just a special case. Ian’s smile made her smile too and giggle like an idiot. 

“Intruding? No, i was just…making myself a small cup of tea” she confessed, blinking several times. He felt like an obstruction but she warned him. “I’m used to do this all the time so, please, take a seat.”

Ian smiled but shook his head slightly. “I’m not normally like this,” He protested softly. He shouldn’t have reacted the way he did, but sometimes he got caught with his guard down. She didn’t need to hear a mopey ghost whine about how lonely he was. With a deep breath, he cleared his head and beamed up at the redhead.

“Ooh tea.” Ian said happily, brightening at the change of subject. She hadn’t asked him to join her, but tea was normal. Only the living drank and ate and it made him feel alive even if he didn’t need to anymore. “What kind?”

(Source: simplyalostsoul)

maire-bear:

Maire walked over to him, putting a hand on his upper arm; when he was joking instead of being serious. But now her friendly gesture seemed hesitant. The pictures were throwing her off..

Maire thought about his question for a while, unsure of if there was even a remote possibility that that was them in the picture.
“I guess.. Why wouldn’t it be? That is my fave.. Yours too..”

Ian could count his past relationships on one hand. His wife had been the biggest and longest out of the rest. He could still picture each one, if he tried and Maire wasn’t one of them. And yet his gut feeling and the pictures littering the walls said otherwise. It was a weird feeling; something foreign and yet familiar.

Alarm bells should have gone off in his head, but instead he gave a slow nod in agreement. Something at the back of his mind told him she was right. “Wasn’t there something about rain…?” Ian couldn’t pull the memory to the surface, his gazed fixed on the picture still in his hands. When he looked up, he watched Maire’s face as if expecting her to know.

(Source: simplyalostsoul)

maire-bear:

“I suppose… But it’s so weird. I don’t get it.” She sighed, crossing her arms. “That’s true. We do look happy.. It looks like we were a little more than friends too.. If that’s even us.” 

Maire kept walking around the room, stopping to look at every photo, and sure enough, the people that looked like her and Ian were together, smiling, holding hands even in every single one.
“What do you make of it..?”

“Someone’s good at Photoshop?” He suggested with a joking smile on his lips that quickly faded when Maire didn’t smile right away. It was a habit Ian had, always ready to joke and brush things off than take them seriously. He’d been serious for too many years. It was easier to pretend nothing could hurt him than deal with the pain.

“I don’t know. Could it really be us?” While it felt weird to stare at pictures of the two of them that hadn’t happened, there was something about them. Something almost familiar.

(Source: simplyalostsoul)