AND YOU'LL SMILE, ON YOUR KNEES —
They glanced, for a moment, at the bones that littered the barren landscape as grisly trophies. A smoky black paw lifted forward to brush almost reverently against the nearest skull. For some reason, the angular jaw and prominent cheekbones felt familiar to them.
Upon hearing a soft footstep, they looked up. The transparent form of a calico cat stared back at them, from shining baby-blue eyes.
Their voice roughened from dehydration, they snapped, "What do you want? Haven't you haunted me enough?"
Beleg smiled gently. 'I am afraid not, Turin,' he murmured, caressing the name on his tongue like a love song. The pretty calico nodded at Turin's paws, where the skull still lay under their uncharacteristically tender touch. '...who does it remind you of?' The inquiry was barely audible, even in the stagnant, frigid air.
Turin thought for a moment, regarding their 'least favorite' apparition with a deep copper stare. After a moment, they answered, slowly. "It looks like you."
The ghost nodded, and he wasn't smiling anymore. He moved forward, lifting a dainty white paw to pass over Turin's face, as if trying to memorize their features with the approximation of touch. The taller feline shivered, but not from the cold. Something about Beleg confused them, made their heart beat with these unwanted emotions, clouding their judgement - a tumultuous mix of affection, lust, and anguish. They wanted to shower the other feline in gifts and compliments, then to touch and take for themselves, but all the while, they also wanted to cling tearfully to Beleg and never let go.
Beleg watched their expression as they battled back these feelings. 'What do you remember, my love?' He asked softly, bringing his paw down to hover over Turin's neck. They met the ghost's sky-colored gaze, then whispered, "Everything... and nothing."
They didn't know what was real and what was an illusion, from the new memories that seemed to be invading their brain. As if reading their thoughts, Beleg nodded in understanding.
'Turin,' he said, 'I must leave you now.'
Already? "You've only just started to follow me everywhere!" Turin protested, feeling as if their world were falling to pieces, even if they didn't know why. "I... I need you, I think."
The calico's expression showed fathomless amounts of fear, anguish, and guilt. 'Don't keep me,' he begged, 'Don't make this harder than it needs to be! I'll wait for you, I promise. I love you so much...' With that, a gust of wind blew his image away, and Turin bit back a sob.
They wouldn't let themself cry. They couldn't.
Breathing shakily, Turin continued on, trudging across the boneyard territory and hoping someone would find them, before the lack of water killed their hope and laid waste to their mortal body, just as it had done to Beleg.
//hey look, i found a way to kill off one old character while rebooting another :)