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Title: Ghost Hunters
Description: Seifer doesn't believe people can talk to spirits. Is this new group's medium going to change that?
Pairing: eventual seifer/squall
Rating: G for now
Word count: 526
Notes: Drabbles/ficlets tend to be written at work, so they're not as lucid as some of my writing. They're also completely unbeta'd unless otherwise stated, please forgive this. Also - this drabble series is a result of my listening to way too many ghost hunting podcasts and imagination.
Leon closed his eyes. “There’s a little girl here. She’s not a very strong spirit, but she walks through here often. She died in the room upstairs… I think this place was used as a hospital for a while.”
“You… feel her?” Seifer shivered. There was a chill to the room that he’d have sworn wasn’t there only a moment before. It was probably just his imagination – after all, talking about ghosts would probably get to most people.
“I feel her. I can hear her, some ghosts aren’t strong enough to manifest even for me. Some I see. Sometimes it depends how strong I am.”
“Can you get a name?”
“Rita,” Leon murmured, opening his eyes slowly. “she isn’t the only one, but she doesn’t come in this room often. Usually there’s something stopping her.”
Seifer took a few more pictures of Leon sitting in the chair, not paying much attention to the screen. The emf meter hanging from his belt hadn’t responded but he couldn’t prove the guy wrong just from that. He had to catch him out, find a lie instead of just a gap. “So what stops her?”
“A stronger spirit, I think. He’s coming to check us ou… ah.”
The emf meter screamed into life, indicating a sudden peak in electromagnetic radiation. Seifer looked down to check it out, and as he looked back up he saw the medium fall from the chair. Well.. not fall so much as fly from the chair. If he hadn’t seen it he wouldn’t have believed it. Leon landed on his side a few feet away with a grunt, laying there for a second before he struggled to his feet as best he could. “What the hell?”
“Shouldn’t have sat in his chair I guess,” Leon brushed himself off as Seifer turned the torch beam on his face. There was a definite red mark. It almost looked like the shape of a hand. Seifer took Leon’s wrist without asking, lifting it to his face to gauge size.
It was bigger than Leon’s hand. A good deal bigger, Leon had quite small hands with slender fingers, the mark had come from a much bigger man. “Hold your hand there.”
Leon did as he was asked as Seifer lifted the camera to take a couple of shots. “What’s wrong?”
“You don’t feel that?” Seifer asked. He turned the camera, bringing up the last shot he’d taken and, after a moment it loaded.
He almost dropped the camera. Just over Leon’s shoulder it seemed like there were a pair of eyes, watching him. He looked up, at the pretty boy, checking that there was nothing there. “Seifer?”
“Stand still, I want a couple more shots to check something,” he ordered, doing just that. Leon didn’t seem to have moved more than an inch, and Seifer definitely was taking shots from the same angle, but nothing was on the following pictures.
As he turned the camera over to Leon for his verdict, Seifer wondered if this had been such a good idea after all.
Description: Seifer doesn't believe people can talk to spirits. Is this new group's medium going to change that?
Pairing: eventual seifer/squall
Rating: G for now
Word count: 526
Notes: Drabbles/ficlets tend to be written at work, so they're not as lucid as some of my writing. They're also completely unbeta'd unless otherwise stated, please forgive this. Also - this drabble series is a result of my listening to way too many ghost hunting podcasts and imagination.
Leon closed his eyes. “There’s a little girl here. She’s not a very strong spirit, but she walks through here often. She died in the room upstairs… I think this place was used as a hospital for a while.”
“You… feel her?” Seifer shivered. There was a chill to the room that he’d have sworn wasn’t there only a moment before. It was probably just his imagination – after all, talking about ghosts would probably get to most people.
“I feel her. I can hear her, some ghosts aren’t strong enough to manifest even for me. Some I see. Sometimes it depends how strong I am.”
“Can you get a name?”
“Rita,” Leon murmured, opening his eyes slowly. “she isn’t the only one, but she doesn’t come in this room often. Usually there’s something stopping her.”
Seifer took a few more pictures of Leon sitting in the chair, not paying much attention to the screen. The emf meter hanging from his belt hadn’t responded but he couldn’t prove the guy wrong just from that. He had to catch him out, find a lie instead of just a gap. “So what stops her?”
“A stronger spirit, I think. He’s coming to check us ou… ah.”
The emf meter screamed into life, indicating a sudden peak in electromagnetic radiation. Seifer looked down to check it out, and as he looked back up he saw the medium fall from the chair. Well.. not fall so much as fly from the chair. If he hadn’t seen it he wouldn’t have believed it. Leon landed on his side a few feet away with a grunt, laying there for a second before he struggled to his feet as best he could. “What the hell?”
“Shouldn’t have sat in his chair I guess,” Leon brushed himself off as Seifer turned the torch beam on his face. There was a definite red mark. It almost looked like the shape of a hand. Seifer took Leon’s wrist without asking, lifting it to his face to gauge size.
It was bigger than Leon’s hand. A good deal bigger, Leon had quite small hands with slender fingers, the mark had come from a much bigger man. “Hold your hand there.”
Leon did as he was asked as Seifer lifted the camera to take a couple of shots. “What’s wrong?”
“You don’t feel that?” Seifer asked. He turned the camera, bringing up the last shot he’d taken and, after a moment it loaded.
He almost dropped the camera. Just over Leon’s shoulder it seemed like there were a pair of eyes, watching him. He looked up, at the pretty boy, checking that there was nothing there. “Seifer?”
“Stand still, I want a couple more shots to check something,” he ordered, doing just that. Leon didn’t seem to have moved more than an inch, and Seifer definitely was taking shots from the same angle, but nothing was on the following pictures.
As he turned the camera over to Leon for his verdict, Seifer wondered if this had been such a good idea after all.