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Fantasy Generic Fantasy RP (CLOSED)

"True. You sure can put away some alcohol." He chuckled. He collapsed onto the bed with a groan before saying, "Hey Em, that's a nice top you have."
 
Callum grinned as he sat up and pulled her into his lap, kissing her gently. His hands wrapped around her waist as he pulled her back onto the bed.
 
"I am too, Em. I am..." He paused as he felt a tug in his chest. He lifted his head up just a bit, not seeing much - until a ghost appeared through the wall. His reflexes caused him to go for his sword which rested against the table by the bed. "Okay people don't go through walls!"
 
Emmalia sat up and looked where he was looking. "Cal... nobody's there!" For a few moments, she thought he was delusional, until she remembered the situation. "A ghost... who is it? Can you speak to them?" She was blushing a bit, considering how they had been caught at a bad time.
 
Callum sat up and held his sword out threatening towards the ghost. After a moment of seeing that he had no affect in the ghost, he stood up and stepped closer. "I don't know how this works but... begone demon!" He started, and when nothing happened, he tried again. "Open sesame! Back to where you came from!" All the while, the ghost almost seemed intregued with what Callum was doing.
 
Emmalia couldn't help but put her hand to her head at Cal's stupidity. "You're supposed to help them cross over, Callum. You can't hurt them, and they don't need to just go away. Try talking to them. Hell, they might even understand me!"
 
"Okay, okay..." He set down the sword slowly. In his defense, this wasn't how he planned this moment to go, and was rather startled. "Alright... Well, I assume something must be rather bad about your death for you to stay on earth as a roaming spirit."
 
The ghost looked at him for a few seconds. It was an older lady, and from what Callum could see of her dress, she was from a very long time ago. Suddenly, she started laughing. "You're a funny one, kid. I hope you keep that sense of humor, owning this place, or else it will go to Hell and I'll make quite the fuss for you."
 
"Well I'm not expecting you to stay long." He said under his breath with a sigh. "Why don't you tell me about yourself a bit? Is there a reason you don't want to go where you should be?"
 
"Oh, me? Someone has to watch this old castle, and damned if I go away and leave it to fall to decay. And you ought to know it's rude to talk about someone under your breath. I have no intention of leaving, boy."
 
Callum gave himself a moment to think before replying. "Ma'am, if you've been here for long, then you must know my father, Lord Gallium. He loved this castle and wouldn't want it to fall under any kind of disrepair, as would I. I can promise you that I, as lord of this castle, will make sure every last brick of this place will remain in top condition. I understand how you feel."
 
The old woman smiled and nodded. "Good boy. Your father was a good enough man as well. Of course, someone has to stay and keep the poltergeists away. Now, I'll leave you two to what you were doing." With that, she went back through the wall she had emerged from.
 
Callum exhaled and took a moment to think. "Well, that went a bit different than I expected. But hey - I just brought back my first spirit!"
 
"Wait, so you really couldn't see her?" He asked. She had been as real as anything he had faced before, there was no way he was imagining the old lady. Perhaps he would see just how many spirits were roaming Trulane, things that he hadn't been able to before.
 
Emmalia shrugged. "Really couldn't. Couldn't hear her either. Sorry if that's disappointing, but it only makes sense. If I could see her, then you would have before you died. But you really have a special gift now."
 
Callum nodded his head slowly. "I guess so. Now who's the one with all the fancy new powers?" He joked. Slowly, he sat back on the bed. "Well... that's not how I expected this to go. But I suppose we can just pretend like that part never happened."
 
Some time later, Emmalia found herself in the increasingly common position of laying naked against Callum with her head on his chest and the blankets pulled up to her neck. She sighed, then said, "Yknow... when you were dead, I didn't think about... this. I though about stuff like how I'd miss you walking next to me, and getting really protective, and caring for me when I'm hurt."
 
Callum didn't move much as she talked, but gave her a gentle kiss on her head. "Me too. I only thought about the times we shared together... Mostly the dance we had at sunset. Those moment we've had were special, Em. But I'm glad we can enjoy every aspect."
 
Emmalia smiled softly at the mention of their dance. It had been a very special moment for them, true. She reached out and hugged him around his waist. "I missed you so much, and you were only gone two days.... I only stopped crying when I was dealing with the assassin."
 
Callum chuckled at the thought of a steaming Emmalia chasing do a helpless assassin from her vigilante-style justice. "Although I don't usually condone killing servants, I was killed by them. So I'm all the more grateful you avenged me."
 

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