Meeting up with Ethan...

[Ryan Xavier]

It was getting a little chilly outside, but Ryan didn't mind. This was something she had to do... she needed to do. The dreams she had been having lately, made her confused. They were too vivid to be just dreams, her uncle's voice telling her to go, but where? Maybe it was all in her head, just nightmares that she couldn't find an explanation for. The missing part of mourning, that she didn't allow herself to do. Maybe she was going crazy.

Pushing through the large brass gates, she made her way inside. Her mind was quiet- which was comforting. If the dead started to talk to her, she wouldn't know what she would do. It was bad enough with the living... She didn't know how Ethan put up with it. With anything. Waking up to find the deceased sitting at your bed, or meeting up with the girl who had used you. She could see now what was worse- he was good for what he was doing now... and she was sorry.

A small shiver ran its way up her spine, as she turned around and looked for him. He was nowhere to be seen, though. Just the dark night that surrounded her and the smell of fresh dirt that snuck it's way inside her nostrils. Ryan sat down on a bench that stood just feet away from where she was just standing. She tucked her head down, sot he wind wouldn't blow against it, as she waited for him...

[Ethan Louis Beckett]

Ethan pulled his long black coat just a little tighter against the chill of the still night air.Ethan liked to pretend he hated Ryan but he didint he'd do anything for the slight blonde that had captured his heart.Sure she was a bitch but normaly a bitch with good intentions.Ethan approached the cemetary gates and steeled himself against the assault of emotions and the sheer amount of dead wandering round.

Ethan pulls his hands from deep within his coat pockets and notes how much there shaking a comnination of both the cold and the sheer amount of emotional turmoil hitting him.Ethan slowly makes his way over to where he knows Ryan' would be his feet are crunching on the cold ground beneath him and hisbreath if coming out in small wisps.

It's not like Ethan enjoys his power for some people seeing the dead would be a great gift but for Ethan it never has been the only person he's ever wanted to see has never come to himand it's something that effects him everyday.Ethan steps behind Ryan and gently places his hand on her shoulder,an assault of images hit's him all relating to varying stages in her life,he's included in some he can see but some of them can only have come from dreams.There bright to bright for real memories and the imagery is disturbing.

Ethan quickly pulls his hand from her shoulder and mutters an apology he probably should've pulled his hand away sonner.

((Sorry that took so long. I had things I was doing.)

[Ryan Xavier]

She couldn't hear his feet crunching against the ground- she was too busy wrapped up in her current thoughts, she couldn't hear anything. The cold winds beat against her face as she sat there- but it wasn't too long before she felt a hand on her shoulder. Ryan snapped upward, as she heard a slight gasp leaving Ethan's lips. The lips she knew all too well.

"Ethan..." She said, in a low tone, as she looked at him. Had he seen what she had been dreaming of? She decided to not say anything about that, just yet. If he had, he would surely bring it up-wouldn't he? After what she had done to him- she wouldn't be surprised if he didn't. Just him being here, threw her off a bit. Him agreeing to meet with her...

"Are you sure you want to do this here?" She asked, knowing what kind of effect the graveyard had on him. It had been like this since she first met him. This was certainly no place for a medium to be-especially when he needed a clear head.

Her uncle wasn't barried here- there was a headstone, though. Something for the world to remember him by. No, his tomb was deep within the school- a place that was there for study. It disgusted her. Still- she didn't go to his headstone. She couldn't bear the thought of actually letting him go, let alone talking to a piece of stone, that had nothing of her uncle more than his name...

[Oh, it's no problem lol...]