‘i wish you were here.’ [ @ ghost!gates ;^; ]

The anger that had reigned through him for so long had faded by now, and while such sentiments would have sent him into a flying rage before on account of who was responsible for the fact he wasn’t there anymore, now he could only find himself pained by the awareness that Flint had no more wanted this than he had. It had been a perfect storm – one that he had summoned against himself, if he were honest in the silence he was damned to, and more often than not these days Hal saw little reason to be dishonest with himself.

Though he had the energy for it, Hal opted not to materialize in that moment. He felt that the sight of him would not help in this – and though he did not wish to be forgotten, he also did not want to be held on to so tightly that Flint lost himself. Unable to help in any substantial way, Hal slipped away, and decided to make use of himself by harassing some of the crew who were proving themselves especially problematic – if he could haunt them overboard, that would be delightful, but he’d settle for distracting them to the point they forgot to cause trouble in the meanwhile.

Hggg

@intolerablexsacrifice continued from [x]

Maybe it had been petty – but Christ on a Christmas cracker the way Flint jumped was so funny Hal forgot all about the fact he was dead and collapsed in on himself from laughing so hard. It was like throwing a cucumber at a cat! Pure, harmless entertainment at its finest.

It seemed he wasn’t the only one amused either, and something warmed as Flint laughed. It was times like this – when Flint was amused by him and seemed like he might be okay – that Hal thought he saw something bright in the corner of his eye.

Ignoring it as usual, he smiled as the younger man slumped and chided him. “Just cause you can’t purr,” He shot back, knowing it wouldn’t be heard and not minding one bit. He flashed to the front of the desk instead, fluttering paper again, as a means of acknowledging he heard the complaint, if nothing else.

Can’t Touch This

@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.

“You’ve consumed my waking days.” [ for ghost!gates ;H; ]

{ Hamilton Starters }

“Oh I’m so sorry my being dead has proven itself an inconvenience for you!” There were times when haunting Flint was almost – peaceful. Not so much because anything in the damn fool’s life resembled peace – but because being a ghost meant he didn’t have to do a damn thing about it. Life carried on without him, getting steadily worse – and with the increase in mad schemes, his frustrations had begun to mount.

What had been a cause for contentment fast became a curse. He wanted to help. To redirect the course. To do something, anything, but stand by and watch the world catch fire in the wake of one man’s grief. He’d begun expending conserved energy, showing himself as much as he could, trying to make some kind of connection, some kind of fucking impact – and all he’d done, in the end, was scare the fuck out of Joji ( who noticed him more than anyone else on this damned crew – including his bloody target! Hell, there were times when he felt Joji saw him when he wasn’t aiming to be seen, and that was just plain eeriie. )

Now, finally, he had both the strength and the attention to communicate and this ridiculous sea cow was blubbering at him like he didn’t cause this particular problem in the first place! “Maybe if I was alive I could be more helpful but thanks to someone I’m a little too fucking dead at the moment.”

What he would give for the power to sigh dramatically. Sadly, he hadn’t quite figured out how to do the whole breathing thing as a ghost yet.

In the end though, he did deflate. He hated it. This was the last thing he should be doing. “You’re stuck with me. So what can I do, if not listen?”

This is a permanent starter call for Hal Gates, of Starz’ Black Sails explicitly.

These calls give me a heads up on who is open to interacting with whom ( which is handy for those who have exclusives among my crew! ) and gives me an excuse to kick you starters whenever something crosses the mind, or blow up your inbox knowing who would be most wanted.

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