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the urge to be alive was tearing livia apart.
ever since her experience with little mina carstairs, there was an ache in livia’s stomach, a whisper in her mind telling her she should go through with it next time. when she was alive, she never would’ve imagined “taking over a baby’s body” would be on her to-do list at one point, but hey, she also never expected to die so young. and no, she didn’t plan on actually going through with whatever she’d planned back then. it was stupid. no person in their right mind would do the things she had the urges to do, and alright, she clearly wasn’t in her right mind, but she wasn’t going to / do / those things. she had self control. sort of.
she didn’t want to get her ty-ty in trouble, after all. her twin brother. she wonders how lonely it must be for him without her physical presence, and without kit. she knew tiberius was one who liked being alone. besides, he had irene. ty liked animals, so irene was a good source of company. still, livvy’s urges weren’t entirely “evil”. sometimes, she liked being a ghost. it meant she could sneak up on ty and go, “boo!” sometimes. (not that ty was ever startled).
“tiberiuuuus,” she sing-songs as her twin sits at his bed and reads. because of course he does. he hasn’t changed at all. his features have. his hair is a bit more cleaned up than it used to be. his clothes are neat on him. he’s so grown up. and she still looks like a child.
SHERLOCKIISMS
@DlMMETTARNS ; at least it appeared that most things involving livvy had been relatively normal. there had been that one time when she had gone too far away and it had caused him to fall unconscious, but that was only one time. mostly, she seemed to be the same old livvy that she had been back... back when things were still fine. he had been keeping a close watch on her, and ty prided himself on being an excellent observer. even if everything was different, everything was still fine. for the most part. his brows furrow together in faint confusion, blinking slowly over the strange sensation of livvy's hand sinking right through him. he repressed a shiver. the reminder of her haunting state was perhaps the only thing capable of frightening him, all jump-scares proven pointless when that was possible. for a beat, ty worried something might be wrong, but livvy still seemed to be smiling. it was fine. everything was fine. "that seems a bit rash. why would he want to do that?"
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knowing ty’s intentions made resenting him harder than it already was. she never thought she’d get mad at ty. ever. in her life. her thoughts were a whirlwind, and she knew most of them weren’t even her own. she never would’ve thought the things she did if she was still alive. thoughts of / i hate you i hate you i hate you i never want to see you again / never would’ve even crossed her mind when it came to tiberius. she was scared of herself. if she could do that to mina, who knows what else she could do?
right?
she giggles softly. “well, it’s obvious,” she states, a proud smile on her lips. “he wants to take you out on a date! clearly! my little ty-ty has become quiiiiite the romantic, haven’t you?” she reaches over to ruffle her hair. and her heart sinks when her hand doesn’t touch his hair and turns into mist instead. her smile drops, but she’s become quite a professional at faking them anyway.
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@DlMMETTARNS ; sometimes ty wondered if livvy resented him, or if she would grow to. in certain moments, there was something about the way that she looked at him that almost made him feel uneasy. vaguely, it reminded him of ... an old friend, tethered to a tree with him and screaming about how he wished he'd never met ty. he swallowed thickly, forcing back the unwanted intrusion, and rapidly tapped his fingers against the hard cover of his sherlock holmes novel. now was one of those instances where he felt like something was "off," but he could not quite place it, never able to decipher how people's emotions functioned differently from his own. perhaps he was just digging too deep into it. he had the habit of doing that often, as an aspiring detective. and so ty breathed in sharply, palm pressing flat against the book as he returned to his original thought process. "there was an incident with a . . . friend." it felt unusual, using the term. it had been so long. "he suggested getting coffee with me. outside of classes. alone. in fact, he was quite persistent. it seemed suspicious to me, though. why would we possibly need to interact outside of classes?"