Post by pierce on May 24, 2016 16:34:19 GMT -5
Ever since the trespassing, Calvin felt bonded to Billie Jean. She'd been the only person that'd gotten close enough to substantiate him in the slightest. That wasn't something he'd forget for all eternity. He couldn't even if he wanted to and all things considered, Calvin counted himself lucky to be bonded to the attractive and intriguing young lady. He could've been substantiated by the two stoner guys or even worse - so he finally felt like his afterlife was looking pretty promising.
He began taking on the role as a sort of guardian angel without the wings, making sure her clumsy nature didn't get the best of her and maxing out any sort of fluctuation of light that would offset her epilepsy. It was the least he could do. After awhile he began to neglect all his other observatory interests, leaving the headmaster and all other staff alone in order to watch Billie Jean. What could he say, he was smitten by her. Everything she did - her focus upon the macabre - only encouraged Calvin. At first he didn't want to make himself a nuisance. He didn't want to spook her after the events of the trespassing... but enough time had passed to where he wanted to get closer, as close as he could at least.
Tonight was a perfect night to try his luck. Well, that wasn't a very good way to put it, who could be considered even slightly lucky in the position he'd been trapped in? No. Tonight was just ideal to reveal himself even more to Billie. It was a dreary sort of night, with a full moon swallowed up by thick and looming clouds. Such nights were host to so many strange occurrences. The supernatural energy was so high that it really bolstered Calvin's tenacity, almost making him feel tangible again as he shadowed the room he'd found such comfort in as of late.
The sleeping figure of Billie Jean was now a staple of Calvin's afterlife, he really wouldn't want it any other way. His spectral figure hovered over her blanketed body, watching in a serene complacency as she breathed and stirred in her dreams. He knew how unlikely it would be for her to actually come to see him as more than just something unexplainable. He was just a ghost with a fixation and nothing more. But as she dreamed, he could too - and as the witching hour came around Calvin felt a surge of the energy he'd been enjoying. He marveled at how Billie Jean began to stir even more, just hoping to see her eyes open again. Maybe this time she'd be able to see him there.
He could only hope.
He began taking on the role as a sort of guardian angel without the wings, making sure her clumsy nature didn't get the best of her and maxing out any sort of fluctuation of light that would offset her epilepsy. It was the least he could do. After awhile he began to neglect all his other observatory interests, leaving the headmaster and all other staff alone in order to watch Billie Jean. What could he say, he was smitten by her. Everything she did - her focus upon the macabre - only encouraged Calvin. At first he didn't want to make himself a nuisance. He didn't want to spook her after the events of the trespassing... but enough time had passed to where he wanted to get closer, as close as he could at least.
Tonight was a perfect night to try his luck. Well, that wasn't a very good way to put it, who could be considered even slightly lucky in the position he'd been trapped in? No. Tonight was just ideal to reveal himself even more to Billie. It was a dreary sort of night, with a full moon swallowed up by thick and looming clouds. Such nights were host to so many strange occurrences. The supernatural energy was so high that it really bolstered Calvin's tenacity, almost making him feel tangible again as he shadowed the room he'd found such comfort in as of late.
The sleeping figure of Billie Jean was now a staple of Calvin's afterlife, he really wouldn't want it any other way. His spectral figure hovered over her blanketed body, watching in a serene complacency as she breathed and stirred in her dreams. He knew how unlikely it would be for her to actually come to see him as more than just something unexplainable. He was just a ghost with a fixation and nothing more. But as she dreamed, he could too - and as the witching hour came around Calvin felt a surge of the energy he'd been enjoying. He marveled at how Billie Jean began to stir even more, just hoping to see her eyes open again. Maybe this time she'd be able to see him there.
He could only hope.
