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there you go with hope again.
I MAY HAVE DONE A HORRIBLE JOB EDITING THIS.
lord it takes a lonely one to wish she had never dreamt at all.
Ghost was fairly adept when it came to making a career out of feeling helpless. But this was something entirely new – and for the first time, she really felt as though there was no way to fix it. Back in Jasper Valley her problems had one sensible answer: wait. Bide her time and then make her escape as soon as the opportunity rose. And maybe this issue could be solved with time – but the thought of keeping her distance for any amount of time was astoundingly painful for Ghost. She knew it probably made her unbelievably selfish, but the female couldn't quite bring herself to care. She needed to see him. Her thoughts kept drifting back to that morning – the crushing disappointment as she returned with breakfast to find the cabin empty. She had nosed the door open, calling out a muffled greeting, intensely proud of the rabbit she held in her teeth. Zane probably would have been able to catch something much better for breakfast – but he had still been sleeping when she left and she wanted to surprise him. To make him proud and if she could, make up for her lapse in judgment the night before.
Part of her had expected to see her friend settled in somewhere above their hideout, waiting for her. It was a silly part – something she was a little ashamed of. Who was she to be someone he waited around for, worried about when she wasn't there? She knew it was presumptuous, especially after a night like they had...but she couldn't help that part of her, couldn't fight back that silly hope. And then that hope died as she realized what happened. The upstairs was completely empty and there was no answer to her call. Afraid, yet still unwilling to believe, Ghost had padded down into the cave, their breakfast still clasped in her jaw. When she arrived at the bottom of the tunnel and found it completely empty, the dead animal dropped from her mouth and Ghost's stomach bottomed out. He was gone. Suddenly it was very difficult to breathe, and the room that had felt so safe to her suddenly felt as though it might kill her. She turned around slowly, desperate eyes seeking every nook and cranny as though she was just stupid and managed to miss over one hundred pounds of wolf in a corner. No such luck. A small whimper escaped her lips and Ghost began cursing herself. Should she have expected anything else after the way she behaved the night before? She was only surprised that he hadn't left sooner. She spent several minutes frozen where she stood, violently reprimanding herself. And then her gaze fell on the rabbit she'd hoped to share with him and everything appeared to go blank.
She could not remember much from the next week. She shut herself away, settling down in her bed beneath the window, leaving only when she was forced to. The entrance to the cave was something she couldn't bear to look at – and the female eventually managed to drag several chests and other bits of furniture in front of it. If there was another storm that followed the disaster from before, Ghost didn't notice. In any case, she did not seek further shelter. She didn't seek anyone or anything out. It was almost like being back in Jasper Valley again, tucked away and isolated in her cave....and yet, this was somehow so much worse. Back at the cave she only had the idea of missing out on the company of others. That sense of loss was nothing compared to the ache she had now. If it weren't for Dahmer, Ghost was positive she would have disappeared altogether. But her giant friend was patient and steadfast, never seeming to require an explanation of any kind. He didn't even expect her to talk, but instead spent hours keeping her company, knowing that she'd speak when she was ready. He seemed to know that the issue was with Zane and while Ghost knew that he was definitely curious (and certainly upset) about what happened, he was reserving judgment until he was privy to the entire story. She loved and appreciated him for that.
The night before, he had spent an hour or so in her company, sitting quietly in her chair. He had moved it closer to where she'd made her nest, but not close enough that it became obtrusive. He didn't speak and was almost entirely silent aside from the sound of pages being turned. Just before leaving, he rested a giant hand on her shoulder for a minute or so and she felt the comforting weight emanate through her. She knew he was telling her that he'd be there whenever she was ready to talk, and that it didn't matter how much time she needed to take. Ghost watched her friend disappear into the trees, a small smile pulling at her lips.
And now she stood on the same beaten path that would take her to the Dahmer and Sherlock's home. The female moved hesitantly and silently, afraid of being seen. Her fur was looking a little worse for wear, no longer possessing the healthy sheen she'd worked so hard to develop since leaving Jasper Valley. On one level, it was embarrassing – and yet on a closer one, she couldn't bring herself to care. Ghost's thoughts were elsewhere. The trip took longer than it normally would have, the skinny wolf taking the time to keep to the shadows. Eventually though, she made it without any incident... until she made it to their door. Peeking in the window, she could see that Dahmer wasn't in his usual spot by the fire. She would have immediately set off for home, but a sound from across the way caught her attention. It came from the lab Dahmer had made for Sherlock and Ghost hesitated a few moments before moving forward. She didn't want to disturb Sherlock in any way, especially if the black wolf was working in her lab. But if there was a chance Dahmer was in there as well, she'd risk Sherlock's disapproval.
She cut across the clearing quickly, slowing only when she made it to the laboratory’s door. It became obvious that Sherlock was the only one currently home, and Ghost pushed aside her chagrin long enough to offer up a single, wavering question. Sherlock. Hi. Is......is Dahmer anywhere around? It took everything she had for the meek wolf to keep herself from fleeing. Sherlock was never mean or obviously antagonistic towards Ghost, but the female had the distinct feeling that Dahmer's companion found her disappointing. It was something she felt guilty for believing....and yet at the same time, Ghost just couldn't bring herself to believe otherwise.
lord it takes a lonely one to wish she had never dreamt at all.
Ghost was fairly adept when it came to making a career out of feeling helpless. But this was something entirely new – and for the first time, she really felt as though there was no way to fix it. Back in Jasper Valley her problems had one sensible answer: wait. Bide her time and then make her escape as soon as the opportunity rose. And maybe this issue could be solved with time – but the thought of keeping her distance for any amount of time was astoundingly painful for Ghost. She knew it probably made her unbelievably selfish, but the female couldn't quite bring herself to care. She needed to see him. Her thoughts kept drifting back to that morning – the crushing disappointment as she returned with breakfast to find the cabin empty. She had nosed the door open, calling out a muffled greeting, intensely proud of the rabbit she held in her teeth. Zane probably would have been able to catch something much better for breakfast – but he had still been sleeping when she left and she wanted to surprise him. To make him proud and if she could, make up for her lapse in judgment the night before.
Part of her had expected to see her friend settled in somewhere above their hideout, waiting for her. It was a silly part – something she was a little ashamed of. Who was she to be someone he waited around for, worried about when she wasn't there? She knew it was presumptuous, especially after a night like they had...but she couldn't help that part of her, couldn't fight back that silly hope. And then that hope died as she realized what happened. The upstairs was completely empty and there was no answer to her call. Afraid, yet still unwilling to believe, Ghost had padded down into the cave, their breakfast still clasped in her jaw. When she arrived at the bottom of the tunnel and found it completely empty, the dead animal dropped from her mouth and Ghost's stomach bottomed out. He was gone. Suddenly it was very difficult to breathe, and the room that had felt so safe to her suddenly felt as though it might kill her. She turned around slowly, desperate eyes seeking every nook and cranny as though she was just stupid and managed to miss over one hundred pounds of wolf in a corner. No such luck. A small whimper escaped her lips and Ghost began cursing herself. Should she have expected anything else after the way she behaved the night before? She was only surprised that he hadn't left sooner. She spent several minutes frozen where she stood, violently reprimanding herself. And then her gaze fell on the rabbit she'd hoped to share with him and everything appeared to go blank.
She could not remember much from the next week. She shut herself away, settling down in her bed beneath the window, leaving only when she was forced to. The entrance to the cave was something she couldn't bear to look at – and the female eventually managed to drag several chests and other bits of furniture in front of it. If there was another storm that followed the disaster from before, Ghost didn't notice. In any case, she did not seek further shelter. She didn't seek anyone or anything out. It was almost like being back in Jasper Valley again, tucked away and isolated in her cave....and yet, this was somehow so much worse. Back at the cave she only had the idea of missing out on the company of others. That sense of loss was nothing compared to the ache she had now. If it weren't for Dahmer, Ghost was positive she would have disappeared altogether. But her giant friend was patient and steadfast, never seeming to require an explanation of any kind. He didn't even expect her to talk, but instead spent hours keeping her company, knowing that she'd speak when she was ready. He seemed to know that the issue was with Zane and while Ghost knew that he was definitely curious (and certainly upset) about what happened, he was reserving judgment until he was privy to the entire story. She loved and appreciated him for that.
The night before, he had spent an hour or so in her company, sitting quietly in her chair. He had moved it closer to where she'd made her nest, but not close enough that it became obtrusive. He didn't speak and was almost entirely silent aside from the sound of pages being turned. Just before leaving, he rested a giant hand on her shoulder for a minute or so and she felt the comforting weight emanate through her. She knew he was telling her that he'd be there whenever she was ready to talk, and that it didn't matter how much time she needed to take. Ghost watched her friend disappear into the trees, a small smile pulling at her lips.
And now she stood on the same beaten path that would take her to the Dahmer and Sherlock's home. The female moved hesitantly and silently, afraid of being seen. Her fur was looking a little worse for wear, no longer possessing the healthy sheen she'd worked so hard to develop since leaving Jasper Valley. On one level, it was embarrassing – and yet on a closer one, she couldn't bring herself to care. Ghost's thoughts were elsewhere. The trip took longer than it normally would have, the skinny wolf taking the time to keep to the shadows. Eventually though, she made it without any incident... until she made it to their door. Peeking in the window, she could see that Dahmer wasn't in his usual spot by the fire. She would have immediately set off for home, but a sound from across the way caught her attention. It came from the lab Dahmer had made for Sherlock and Ghost hesitated a few moments before moving forward. She didn't want to disturb Sherlock in any way, especially if the black wolf was working in her lab. But if there was a chance Dahmer was in there as well, she'd risk Sherlock's disapproval.
She cut across the clearing quickly, slowing only when she made it to the laboratory’s door. It became obvious that Sherlock was the only one currently home, and Ghost pushed aside her chagrin long enough to offer up a single, wavering question. Sherlock. Hi. Is......is Dahmer anywhere around? It took everything she had for the meek wolf to keep herself from fleeing. Sherlock was never mean or obviously antagonistic towards Ghost, but the female had the distinct feeling that Dahmer's companion found her disappointing. It was something she felt guilty for believing....and yet at the same time, Ghost just couldn't bring herself to believe otherwise.
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Re: there you go with hope again.
This… this is a special post.
It had been another sleepless night for the black female and instead of pestering Dahmer because of her restlessness, decided to be a bit productive and continue with her experiments. She had spent the first few hours of the early dark morning in the lab, conducting analyses of blood work that she had surreptitiously been taking from Dahmer and then conducted some other experiments by combining different chemicals together to see what would happen. It was days like this that Dahmer was probably thankful he’d built her a separate place to house her experiments, with all of the noise from the chemical explosions she’d been creating.
However, the moment the sun had risen and Sherlock heard the sound of the other creatures of the woods become active, she left the lab and, making sure that Dahmer was still in their cabin, went off in search of some squirrels with her latest concoction held in her hands. She had discovered a new sedative and was adding different ingredients to it to see what the reaction would be. She had started out small and was slowly making her way up towards larger animals, seeing if the size of the animal changed the way the drug behaved. She tried to keep this experiment on the down low and decided not to bring it to Dahmer’s attention until the moment was right. She’d just have to make him realize that it’s a good thing to have a special sedative on paw and know the side effects- besides, there was going to be a time when they’d need to use it!
After a frustrating two hours, Sherlock finally arrived back at her lab with her slightly sedated squirrel. Even though it was sedated, it was loudly voicing its displeasure and Sherlock had raced by the cabin and into her lab with a hope that Dahmer was finally awake and spending time with a broken hearted Ghost- she didn’t fancy a disapproving look he was sure to give her if she found out about this incident. Slamming the door shut, Sherlock placed the dazed squirrel in the makeshift cage and covered it with a sheet. The trip had not gone according to plan, most of the woodland creatures had avoided her like a plague- she had been lucky to return home with any creature today, and knew she’d have to go farther and in a different direction if she wanted a better selection.
She had let the squirrel go after the sedative had fully worn off and was just in the process of examining her latest blood slide under the microscope when she heard someone tentatively stop outside of the open lab door. Even before Ghost spoke, Sherlock knew who it was from the noise- the tread didn’t sound even remotely like Dahmer and he wouldn’t have been as cautious as Ghost was being. Eyes still glued to the blood of her recent test subject, Sherlock responded to Ghost, Dahmer? No, I’ve not seen him all morning.
Pulling her attention away from the slide, Sherlock rubbed her eyes before looking over at the lingering figure of Ghost. She paused slightly, taking in the dishevelled state of the ivory wolf. The state that Ghost was in made something jog in her memory, of Dahmer expressing concern over his friend- Sherlock recalled briefly that Dahmer had told her that Ghost seemed distraught, that he believed that something had happened between her and Zane. With Ghost standing right in front of her, Sherlock could admit she could see why Dahmer was concerned for her and didn’t like the idea of her being alone in her state. He’s bound to drop by at some point, he usually likes to make sure I’ve not burned down the lab or blown myself up. You can wait in here, if you’d like. Sherlock mused that Dahmer would be surprised but pleased with her attempt at hospitality- it had nothing to do with the bottle of makeshift of sedative that had once against caught Sherlock’s attention.
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Re: there you go with hope again.
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It didn't take long for Ghost to regret disturbing her best friend's partner. Sherlock didn't look displeased by any means, but the skinny white female's constitution never allowed for her to work well under circumstances like this. Hell, even if she was brave, at what point would she ever have been given the chance to practice with social interactions? She was at a complete loss – and little did she know, it was more or less the blind leading the blind. The only difference was a matter of agenda: Ghost needed Dahmer in order to find the light at the end of the tunnel she was lost in. And Sherlock....well, it would turn out that Sherlock had something entirely different in mind. But all that mattered was that right now in this very moment, she was being quite civil indeed and that was something Ghost appreciated. She needed that.
So when the formidable black female set her work aside for a moment in order to give Ghost her full attention, the smaller wolf felt a little bit of her anxiety slip away. Especially when she didn't immediately tell Ghost to fuck off – that was always a plus! She knew that Sherlock would never be outwardly cruel like that, but lately Ghost had been making a habit out of expecting the worst...more than usual. And that was saying something.
After answering Ghost's question, Sherlock fell silent for a moment or so, her grey eyes appraising the female before her. For some reason that Ghost couldn't quite put her paw on, this made her feel just a little uneasy. She wasn't sure why, but the way Sherlock was looking at her....it made Ghost feel as though she was an experiment or something. But that was just silly, wasn't it? This was Dahmer's mate. And Dahmer would never be with someone who would hurt another like that, would he? In any case, the scientist's next words were kind enough that Ghost felt comfortable accepting her offer. Thanks, Sherlock. I'd really appreciate that.
What else was she going to do? Go back to her cottage and hang out with her blanket and million other friends? Sure, Zane was probably there waiting for her with open arms and an explanation for everything that would make everything super amazing and magically perfect again! Also, she wasn't bedraggled and skinny and pathetic, she was sleek and beautiful – someone Zane would never want to be without. He was probably kicking himself right now for ditching her that day! Ghost's ears drooped as this internal monologue ran through her mind, her eyes becoming over bright for just a moment. She managed to reign it in just in time (something told her that Sherlock would NOT tolerate cry babies). She shook her head defiantly, determined not to allow for the bad thoughts to take over. It wasn't fair of her to blame Zane, even if anger was easier than the depression. But Ghost knew it was her fault – and for now she just needed to find a way to handle that until Dahmer could help her come up with a way to make things right. They would be able to make things okay again, right? Her time away from Zane was agonizing....and if it was something permanent – well, Ghost didn't know what she'd do.
The female forced her thoughts into the present, well aware of the horrified expression on her face. She offered Sherlock an embarrassed and apologetic smile before finally moving across the threshold of the laboratory's entrance. Pale blue eyes gazed around with genuine interest, her mind finally torn from the previous week's torment. The tables were obviously designed for a shifted wolf, and Ghost wasn't capable of shifting entirely yet. She had managed to get all the way to her halfling form before being forced to give up due to exhaustion. Besides...it had been something she and Zane were working on together. So the tables and surfaces were all set fairly high, but the white wolf was able to see decently if she craned her neck high enough.
She tried to peek at what Sherlock had been focused on, her eyes bright with curiosity. For the first time in a long while, the wolf was thinking of someone other than Zane – something she didn't think was possible. But whatever it was that Sherlock was working on, it looked neat. Ghost drew as close as she could without crowding Dahmer's partner, afraid to cross any kind of unspoken line. The scent of squirrel's blood mingled with other smells, sharp scents she'd never experienced before. They had a sharp and medicinal smell, but for some reason she didn't think they came from any sort of plants from around her. And was that... Dahmer's blood as well? What the heck was Sherlock doing? Ghost knew that the black wolf was brilliant when it came to this kind of stuff – Dahmer had told her about many of Sherlock's previous experiments and triumphs. They all sounded amazing and fairly unbelievable. What if there was a chance she could be in on one of them?! It was highly unlikely, she knew that. But Sherlock had invited her in here instead of sending her home to wait for Dahmer there. She probably wouldn't let Ghost help, but maybe she'd be willing to explain things as she went along? That would be almost as good – witnessing the magic was the next best thing!
It took Ghost way too long to gather the courage in order to speak, but eventually the words found their way into the air. Hey, Sherlock? What are you working on? At this point, Sherlock could be conducting experiments to determine whether or not rocks were hard – she'd take anything in the form of a distraction.
It didn't take long for Ghost to regret disturbing her best friend's partner. Sherlock didn't look displeased by any means, but the skinny white female's constitution never allowed for her to work well under circumstances like this. Hell, even if she was brave, at what point would she ever have been given the chance to practice with social interactions? She was at a complete loss – and little did she know, it was more or less the blind leading the blind. The only difference was a matter of agenda: Ghost needed Dahmer in order to find the light at the end of the tunnel she was lost in. And Sherlock....well, it would turn out that Sherlock had something entirely different in mind. But all that mattered was that right now in this very moment, she was being quite civil indeed and that was something Ghost appreciated. She needed that.
So when the formidable black female set her work aside for a moment in order to give Ghost her full attention, the smaller wolf felt a little bit of her anxiety slip away. Especially when she didn't immediately tell Ghost to fuck off – that was always a plus! She knew that Sherlock would never be outwardly cruel like that, but lately Ghost had been making a habit out of expecting the worst...more than usual. And that was saying something.
After answering Ghost's question, Sherlock fell silent for a moment or so, her grey eyes appraising the female before her. For some reason that Ghost couldn't quite put her paw on, this made her feel just a little uneasy. She wasn't sure why, but the way Sherlock was looking at her....it made Ghost feel as though she was an experiment or something. But that was just silly, wasn't it? This was Dahmer's mate. And Dahmer would never be with someone who would hurt another like that, would he? In any case, the scientist's next words were kind enough that Ghost felt comfortable accepting her offer. Thanks, Sherlock. I'd really appreciate that.
What else was she going to do? Go back to her cottage and hang out with her blanket and million other friends? Sure, Zane was probably there waiting for her with open arms and an explanation for everything that would make everything super amazing and magically perfect again! Also, she wasn't bedraggled and skinny and pathetic, she was sleek and beautiful – someone Zane would never want to be without. He was probably kicking himself right now for ditching her that day! Ghost's ears drooped as this internal monologue ran through her mind, her eyes becoming over bright for just a moment. She managed to reign it in just in time (something told her that Sherlock would NOT tolerate cry babies). She shook her head defiantly, determined not to allow for the bad thoughts to take over. It wasn't fair of her to blame Zane, even if anger was easier than the depression. But Ghost knew it was her fault – and for now she just needed to find a way to handle that until Dahmer could help her come up with a way to make things right. They would be able to make things okay again, right? Her time away from Zane was agonizing....and if it was something permanent – well, Ghost didn't know what she'd do.
The female forced her thoughts into the present, well aware of the horrified expression on her face. She offered Sherlock an embarrassed and apologetic smile before finally moving across the threshold of the laboratory's entrance. Pale blue eyes gazed around with genuine interest, her mind finally torn from the previous week's torment. The tables were obviously designed for a shifted wolf, and Ghost wasn't capable of shifting entirely yet. She had managed to get all the way to her halfling form before being forced to give up due to exhaustion. Besides...it had been something she and Zane were working on together. So the tables and surfaces were all set fairly high, but the white wolf was able to see decently if she craned her neck high enough.
She tried to peek at what Sherlock had been focused on, her eyes bright with curiosity. For the first time in a long while, the wolf was thinking of someone other than Zane – something she didn't think was possible. But whatever it was that Sherlock was working on, it looked neat. Ghost drew as close as she could without crowding Dahmer's partner, afraid to cross any kind of unspoken line. The scent of squirrel's blood mingled with other smells, sharp scents she'd never experienced before. They had a sharp and medicinal smell, but for some reason she didn't think they came from any sort of plants from around her. And was that... Dahmer's blood as well? What the heck was Sherlock doing? Ghost knew that the black wolf was brilliant when it came to this kind of stuff – Dahmer had told her about many of Sherlock's previous experiments and triumphs. They all sounded amazing and fairly unbelievable. What if there was a chance she could be in on one of them?! It was highly unlikely, she knew that. But Sherlock had invited her in here instead of sending her home to wait for Dahmer there. She probably wouldn't let Ghost help, but maybe she'd be willing to explain things as she went along? That would be almost as good – witnessing the magic was the next best thing!
It took Ghost way too long to gather the courage in order to speak, but eventually the words found their way into the air. Hey, Sherlock? What are you working on? At this point, Sherlock could be conducting experiments to determine whether or not rocks were hard – she'd take anything in the form of a distraction.
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