@intolerablexsacrifice continued from [x]
When it had first happened, Hal had been absolutely furious with Flint for killing him and positively despondent with his fate as a ghost. As time had come to pass however, he had found that there was a surprising sort of comfort in being dead. He had no obligations or responsibilities, and with no need for food, drink or sleep he had nothing but time.
At first he hadn’t known what to do with it – but as he spent more time in the state, he began to acquire energy. He found that his energy would increase as a result of certain things – and decrease whenever he spent it on particular actions. He’d begun experimenting – learning what he could do, what cost the most energy and what granted the most energy.
So far, mischief seemed to be both the most taxing and the most gratifying – in every sense. As Flint suddenly made uncomfortable noises and stood like a rabbit before the wolf while he was stared at by the others, Hal fucking lost it in the corner, unseen by all as he laughed, knowing that there was nothing Flint could do about this and thriving on the man’s frustration now – knowing his frustration later would charge him up enough to make up for the energy spent on this to begin with.
Fuck, but if there were not perks to being dead.
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