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 Something Unexpected On A Sunday Morning (abbott)
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Tomatoes, strawberries, lettuce, cucumbers, and potatoes... Melanie went through the remainder of the items on her shopping list as she narrowed her eyes at the small sheet of paper in her hand, committing them to memory as she walked through the bustling square. Small booths and stalls lined the large parking lot as local vendors and farmers set up shop to sell their produce, food, and other homemade crafts. This farmers market was especially busy. Unattended young children ran around carelessly while laughing with their friends as adults clustered around the booths in order to buy what they needed. However, despite it being so hectic it was certainly a nice day to go shopping.

She stopped for a moment and looked up at the sky, her tan sunhat shielding her eyes from the bright light of the sun. With all the recent rain and cloudy days, it was nice to have a clear and sunny day for a change. She closed her eyes for a moment as she let her wings unfurl slightly from her back, allowing the warm sunlight to soak into her white and gold feathers. She had almost forgotten how blissful it was to bask in the sun's warm rays. A wide, happy smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she continued to just stand there, taking her time to enjoy her small moment of peace.

After a few moments, the young nephilim opened her eyes before headed over to the next stall, peering over the small group of people that clustered themselves before it. It didn't come as a surprise that they were all gathered in front of this booth in particular. Mr. Johnson usually did have the best produce in town, especially when it came to this time of year. It was strawberry season. Her bright green eyes scoured the growing crowd as they shuffled around, trying to keep their place in line as others tried to impatiently push their way through. She puffed out her cheeks in a pout as a mildly troubled look overcame her features as she stood out of everyone's way. She could always come back when fewer people were around, but there was always a chance that they could run out before she got the chance to buy any...

Shaking her head slightly to clear her thoughts a determined expression rose to her face. She couldn't afford to miss out on getting strawberries now, especially since Calix promised that he would make her some strawberry tarts this weekend. Pushing her way toward the back of the line she slithered between the people walking down the aisle way and the ones that stood in front of the produce stand, feeling her wings bump awkwardly into the other pedestrians before she found herself at the end of the formation. A small sigh of relief escaped her as she noticed the line beginning to move, carefully stepping forward in line. However, just as she did the woman in front of her backed up, bumping into her and making her collide into the person behind her.

Melanie's eyes widened in surprise, the bags hanging from the crook of her arms sent swaying as her sunhat was sent sailing off of her head and onto the pavement below. Turning around a small gasp left her parted lips as she caught sight of a teenage boy on the ground, now noticing that she had knocked the person behind her over after she had been crashed into by the woman in front of her. "Oh my goodness, are you okay?" She asked worriedly, extending a hand to help him up. "Are you hurt?"

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Abbott hated crowds. They made him nervous. Too many people in one place created a mess of spiritual energies. Not everyone had something negative attached to them, but if even a shred of a spirit clung to someone he brushed shoulders with, the spirit rushed to him, whispering well, or ill, wishes to the living being they clung to. That, and he had to constantly be alert and aware of where Sugar was. He wasn’t afraid of her being stepped on (even if she was she wouldn’t be harmed), but he was pretty terrified that she’d brush against the wrong person and he’d be stuck trying to pull someone back from the brink. Not that that would really happen, but he worried anyways.

The young necromancer glanced down at the list in his hands, squinting at the scrunched purple script of his mother’s handwriting as he tried to decipher what it was that she needed. He’d already grabbed the eggs and milk she had requested, from both magical and non-magical sources. Some of her recipes required more exotic ingredients for the flavor to be just right. Abbott was careful to cradle the bag of breakable food items in his arm as he returned the list in his pocket.

Strawberries. He needed strawberries. Specifically strawberries from the Johnsons, his mother had written. Abbott sighed as he looked over and spotted the long line in front of Mr. Johnson’s stall. Of course. It looked like almost everyone in town was in line. He hoped there were still strawberries left when he got to the stand. They would have some disappointed customers on their hands if their seasonal delicacies weren’t available. People raved over his mother’s strawberry cake. He’d even heard people whisper rumors that they thought that Mrs. Shin had discovered how to make faerie food even though she was just a normie. Once they made the flavor available they soon sold out. People flocked to their store to make the most of the time the strawberry cakes were in because once the season for strawberries was over… the flavor would be gone until the next season. It was a strange way to do business, some said, but it had worked for Mrs. Shin. Only the freshest treats from The Sweeter Things Bakery.

Sliding into the back of the line, Abbott made sure to make himself as small as possible. His already narrow shoulders curled a bit inwards as he tried to minimize the amount of contact he made with other people. And while that kept most of the whispering ghosts away for the most part, there were some that were far louder than the others. And he had the misfortune to be stuck in line behind a girl who seemed to have the loudest ghosts yet.

Melanie… Melanie… Melanie… they whispered in his ears as he stared at the back of the head of the blonde nephilim in front of him.

“Shut up,” Abbott whispered under his breath, tearing his eyes away from the girl to stare at his feet. It was a fruitless endeavor, he could still hear them. Even Sugar, who stood flickering between his feet seemed to be focused on the girl.

He didn’t want to stand here anymore. He couldn’t. He would have to come back.

But before he could move, the blunt feathery force of the nephilim girl’s wings extending out into his chest knocked him off balance. Abbott fumbled to keep from dropping the carton of eggs as he staggered backward and fell to the ground. But the carton slipped through his fingers and he watched helplessly as the eggs burst, casting their vibrant yellow yolk out onto the tips of his sneakers.

Tears welled in Abbott’s eyes, not because he was upset that he just broke a whole carton of eggs or that he’d just fallen and made a fool of himself in public, though that was pretty upsetting, but because with the brief moment of contact he had with the girl’s wings he’d felt the spirits that clung so desperately to her.

He had never in his life felt such a strong feeling of loss. He almost wanted to just go pitch himself out in front of oncoming traffic to make it leave him, but now that he felt it, it clung to him. His skin prickled with anxiety and chills as the heat left his skin. Abbott shoved the heels of his hands into his eyes to try to stem the flow of the random tears. He managed to get them to stop, just barely, as he looked up at the girl who had knocked him over.

The girl with the spirits of her brutally murdered parents clinging to her.

Melanie, they called her. She looked thoroughly apologetic as she offered a hand down to help him up, but Abbott recoiled even farther away, not wanting to risk another touch. He didn’t want to hear more of what these desperate ghosts had to say.

“I… I’m fine,” he replied hastily. “I’m fine. Nothing hurt but my pride,” he laughed, if such a hollow, weak sound could be called such. His voice hitched slightly with a hiccup as he tried to fight down the well of dread and pain he felt again.

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Just as the young arc recoiled from her touch Melanie jerked back, her eyes widened in shock while her white and gold feathers fanned out and ruffled as a wave of emotions crashed down on her. It took her by surprise to feel such powerful negative energy like nothing she had ever felt before. Had he been feeling these emotions before? She was sure she would have felt them earlier if he had. It took all of her strength not to vomit right then and there, feeling bile rising dangerously high in her esophagus as her stomach preformed sommer saults within her abdomen. Her gut was ravaged by dread and anxiety as it clawed maliciously at her insides. It felt as if every single one of her nerves were on fire, urging her to move away from the boy to get away from the emotions assaulting her. However, she only backpedaled a few steps before stopping. Just barely putting some distance between them. She couldn't leave no matter how much her instincts screamed at her to do so. She had to stay and fix the mess she had caused...

She reached up and brought her hand up to her face, gently touching her fingers to her lips as she swallowed harshly to wash down the foul-tasting bile back down her throat. Her stomach churned nauseously as the stomach contents were forced back into it, almost causing it to come back up again. Nevertheless, she tried her best to compose herself and not let the feeling of sickness welling up inside her to get the best of her. She couldn't let herself be overpowered by these negative emotions. Taking notice of the calming emotional energy around her she drew what energy she could into herself from those passing by, trying desperately to wash away some of the feelings that had embedded itself into every fiber of her being. It was only a band-aid solution, but it worked for now.

The empath shook her head softly to clear her mind to bring herself back into reality, feeling herself become a bit woozy and exhausted from all that she had experienced in such a small amount of time. Her gaze fixed back on the boy just in time to hear him reply to her earlier inquiry before letting out a hollow sounding laugh. It was obvious that he was trying to brush his own emotions to the side and act natural. However, it wasn't a very good attempt at it...

A deep, worried frown tugged at the corners of her lips, having caught sight of the redness that tinted around the edges of his eyelids. She hadn't seen him crying nor had she noticed him rubbing his eyes harshly with the heels of his palms, but that small detail betrayed him. Seeing someone in that state pulled at her heartstrings. She couldn't stand seeing someone in such obvious pain, but she felt helpless as she tried to work out what she could do to help. There wasn't anything she could do... She had become more hesitant and careful about using her empathic ability after what had happened between Orion and her. Without her ability, she was about as helpful as a pencil with an eraser on each end. "Are you sure you are alright?" She reiterated her earlier question, her tone more evident with worry this time.

Melanie couldn't help her eyes from wandering, a soft gasp escaping her as she noticed the broken carton of eggs laying face down on the black pavement. Their vibrant yellow yolks splattered across it and the tips of the other's sneakers. He must have dropped them after her wings had bumped into him. "Oh no! Your eggs..." A troubled expression rose to her face, guilt swimming in the depths of her emerald eyes as she continued to gaze down at the mess of cracked eggs splattered everywhere. Not even paying attention to her sunhat just a few feet away that was now decorated with the remnants of pieces of egg shells and yolk as well. "I... I'll pay for another carton if you'd like," she offered meekly.

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Abbott kept his arms pulled close to his chest, not wanting to risk any more physical contact with the girl. Just standing near her made him miserable with the racket of spirits in his head, but touching her amplified them. It made their whispers screams. Such miserable, desperate screams...

"I'm fine," he said again, trying to sound more confident and reassuring this time. "It was an accident. Nothing to worry about." He tried to give her a reassuring look, but he could feel the difficulty his face was having in forming one, so he looked back down at the shattered carton of eggs.

Great...

The necromancer flicked his foot, jostling loose a fractured shell that was resting on his shoe. It just fell to join the other broken eggs on the sidewalk. The golden colored shell was almost as vibrant as the yolks that had been inside them... Abbott shook his head at the girl's offer. "No. It's fine, really. Don't worry about it. They weren't that much." That most definitely was a lie. They were sarimanok eggs, not normal eggs, so they'd been a pretty penny. But his mother had requested them for one of the new recipes she wanted to try out. She was curious about what the unique spiced flavor of the eggs would add to the flavor profile. She was going to have to come back and get more, though. He didn't want to go back to the booth and deal with that dead-eyed British man that owned it.

Abbott reached over and picked up the sunhat that sat sloppily in the middle of the mess. He gingerly picked off a few bits of eggshell from the wide brim, but he couldn't do much to clean it of the gooier bits on it. He carefully offered the hat back up to the girl, holding it loosely in his fingers so that he could release it as quickly as possible when she had it in her own hand.

Minimize contact. Keep the voices at a manageable level.

But these spirits... they were far more insistent than others he had dealt with before. He could feel their tragedy with each breath and his skin prickled with the anxiety and urgency that they carried.

They wanted to speak with this girl so badly.

Abbott normally made a point to try to ignore mumbling spirits. Not every message they carried was worth his time and energy to reach. But normally, they weren't this insistent. So urgent. The more he tried to ignore them, the more angry and frantic the more feminine of the voices got.

He hated this. It was the worst part of what he was. Spirits were just so concerned with getting messages across to loved ones that they didn't stop to think that maybe he didn't want to hear them in the first place. But he was a conduit. A medium between the living and the dead, and they clung to him. Whispering messages they wanted family to know.

These spirits held all of those normal things. They wanted to let Melanie know they were alright, that they loved her so much, and that they were proud of her. He was used to those things, but not to the overwhelmingly heavy feeling he had when they spoke. He'd dealt with ghosts of all sorts of people, but he'd never felt this kind before.

The ghosts of people who were murdered trying to reach out to the daughter that had seen them die.

Abbott lifted his free hand that wasn't holding the sun hat up to press his fingers against his temple as his eyes squeezed shut. "Please..." he whispered, not sure if he was speaking to the spirits or the girl. His eyes opened and he looked back up at the girl. "Please tell your mother to stop yelling..."



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Another wave of nausea rolled inside of Melanie's stomach as the boy's emotions continued to send jolts of energy through her nerves, her arms hastily moving to wrap around her midsection. Her cheeks puffed out as she prepared for the possibility that might come up as the color began to drain from her face slightly. Her wings even made an attempt to curl around her, wanting nothing more to hide away and keep herself from being seen in such a sorry state, but she kept herself from falling into her old habit. But god did she feel like she was going to be sick...

That or pass out. However, neither of those was a good situation to end up in.

The empath took in an audibly shaky breath, her eyebrows furrowing deeply as she forced herself to relax. It certainly wasn't an easy task. Bringing her attention back to the Asain male she felt her lips fall into a deep frown, sympathy clouding her bright green eyes. "If you say so," she replied reluctantly. She knew better than to believe his words due to the emotions coming from him, but she didn't want to push him any further than she already had and wanted to keep her ability unknown to him. By the way he was acting he didn't seem to want to dwell on it. "Do you need any help getting up?" She didn't attempt to move to help him up as she voiced her offer, having taken notice of how he seemed to avoid any contact with her. Nevertheless, she felt the need to extend her assistance.

She blinked in surprise as the other picked up her sunhat, only now noticing that it had been knocked off in the accident. "Oh, my hat!" A sad expression spread across her face as she watched the boy pick off the shattered remains of the golden colored eggshells from the brim. The sunlight shown off the egg whites that splattered against the fabric, showing the damage done to it more clearly. Well, that was one hat that she probably wouldn't be wearing ever again...

Melanie reached out and was just about to take her sunhat back from the other, but the words that spilled forth from his lips sent a paralyzing chill throughout her whole body. Making her unable to move her limbs and just stare at him with a wide-eyed look. Had she really heard him correctly? Surely, she must have heard him wrong, right? "Tell my mother to stop yelling at you?" She echoed, finding the words unbelievable even when coming from her own mouth.

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Great.

He hadn't meant to say that out loud. Abbott shrank a bit where he sat, pulling his limbs in closer to himself to appear smaller. The look on the girl's face was exactly what one would expect to see when someone asked you to tell your dead parent to shut up... Guilt bubbled inside of him, making him want to apologize, but he was afraid of what he might say if he did. The female spirit was wresting quite fiercely with his own. He'd never had something try to possess him before... He felt so cold.

There were several ways this whole situation could end.

1.) The female spirit would beat him and do whatever she wanted while in his body. (This was his least favorite of the options.)

2.) He could fight them off just a little longer and run off. (This one he wanted to do most, but he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to.)

3.) He could play it off. (This would likely end with one of the other two options happening soon after.)

And finally, 4.) He could try to negotiate with the spirits and get them to settle. He would have to do what his father and grandmother had been grooming him for years to do. He was going to have to be a medium.

Damn it...

There had to be something else he could do.

Let me speak to her or I will haunt you for the rest of your miserable life! The woman's voice was screaming. Angry and desperate. A mother who hadn't spoken to her child in years and wanted to seize any opportunity to do it.

Abbott couldn't blame her. Not really. He just wished she wasn't yelling... And that she'd stop trying to force herself into his skin. He glanced down at his arms, seeing goosebumps rising prominently on them despite the warmth of the day. Even Sugar seemed to be affected, if her eerie absence was any indication. She hadn't left his side since he'd brought her back, but she was nowhere to be seen... These foreign spirits sapping so much of his energy was making it too hard for her to channel it and manifest herself.

Please, the man's voice spoke up in the brief moment of silence left after his wife's yelling, Please, let us speak with her. Just for a moment.

Abbott clutched his head, feeling like it was about to split open from all that was going on inside it.

"Fine," he finally relented, his voice leaving him breathlessly as if he had just finished running a mile, "Okay."

It's about damn time, the female spirit growled.

Abbott pushed himself to his feet, brushing his shaking legs off with even shakier hands. Without looking at the girl again, he reached out and grabbed her wrist. His trembling fingers hardly complied in wrapping around it. "Come with me," he said quietly, his eyes still focused ahead of him as he tried to find the least crowded area. "You're going to want to be sitting down for this."

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Melanie continued to blink her eyes in confusion, trying to pull herself out of the small stupor that the boy's words had put her in. Honestly, it was a sentence that she thought she would never hear in her life. Why had he mentioned her mother out of the blue like that? She had long since died when she was just a young girl. Did he know something she didn't? Shaking her head slightly she brought her gaze back to look at the other, observing him physically shrink into himself as guilt and regret seemed to rip through every fiber of his being and inadvertently her own. She stepped back as she wrapped her arms around herself, her expression screwing up prominently as she tried to sort out the foreign feelings that assaulted her. With her stomach already in knots, it didn't do much to her physically as it was emotionally. This boy was just a mess of all sorts of emotions...

She didn't know how much longer she could stand being around the other, unable to feel her own emotions due to the strong energy that he gave off that overpowered her own. However, she had to find out why he had mentioned her deceased parent. It piqued her interest enough to make her stay despite everything going on.

The young nephilim was caught by surprise as the other picked himself up, seeing the confidence and the sense of resolve etched along his expression, before he grabbed a hold of her wrist. A surprised gasp escaped her as her fellow teenager proceeded to drag her away from Mr. Johnson's booth, stumbling slightly after him before falling behind him. "Where are you taking me? Why do I need to sit down? What is going on?" She asked in a rapid fire-like manner, a slightly worried tone worked its way into her words. While she couldn't sense any sort of ill-will from the boy she wasn't exactly sure why he needed to pull her aside. His grip on her wrist would be easy enough to break free of, but her curiosity got the better of her. She might as well see what he had to say.

He had seemed so strange only moments ago. Now he seemed so sure of himself and the whirlwind of emotional energy that had surged through him had now dissipated significantly. Her mind tried to work out what was going on and why the boy had mentioned her mother while in such intense pain as she was dragged through the farmer's market. Suddenly, something seemed to clink in her brain. "You're a necromancer, aren't you?" She blurted out, her eyes going wide at her own realization. "Is that why you told me to have my mother stop yelling at you?"

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Abbott was honestly surprised that the girl didn't recoil and pull her herself away from him as he had just grabbed her arm and started pulling her along without her consent. While normally this was something he would never normally do-- and honestly this was probably the first time he had actually touched a girl-- he felt like it was one of the only ways to get her to follow him. Or for her to beat him up or call him a pervert or something. Those were both options too. As if he weren't nervous and mortified enough already... Luckily, she did none of those things, but followed him as he guided her to the small picnic area nearby that had been set up for those who just couldn't wait to munch on their wares they'd picked up here at the market.

She asked so many questions he didn't have time to really answer one before she asked another. He felt like he should tell her that he wasn't going to take her to a dark alley or do anything creepy like she might be fearing, but he knew that would just make things worse. Especially if she wasn't already thinking that. He didn't need to plant those kinds of ideas there. That, and saying he wasn't going to do anything creepy was a huge lie since he was going to talk to the girl about her dead parents when he didn't even really know her at all...

He released her wrist as soon as he reached a picnic table, going to take a seat on one side. He sank down onto the wooden plank, dropping his head into his hands. God, he couldn't believe he was actually going to do this. He hated this so much. But as soon as these little threads of doubt started to worm their way back into his mind...

Don't you dare chicken out, the girl's mother growled. I'm talking to her one way or another, damn it.

Bella... the father said soothingly, though the intense desperate feeling coming from his spirit matched the woman's.

These feelings were exhausting.

Abbott's shoulders tensed as the girl-

Melanie, the woman corrected, Her name is Melanie.

-as Melanie finally seemed to come to a realization of what was going on. He nodded faintly, his head barely moving between his hands. "Sadly," he muttered, his voice muffled from his mouth being covered. And God, he hated hearing the word "necromancer" spoken out loud. So many people said it like it was a dirty word. Abbott was relieved that her voice didn't hold that tone...

Finally, he looked up at her and gestured to the open side of the picnic table. "I'm really sorry. I never do this, but they're insisting."

Well, insisting was a nice way of putting it. Demanding was more like it.

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The empath caught sight of the small picnic area ahead of them, finding herself stumbling less behind him as she walked with longer strides to keep up with the necromancer's hurried pace. Tossing a look back behind her a soft frown played against her lips, having now realized that she was most likely going to miss out on her chance to buy any strawberries and worry Calix by how long she would be taking on her little shopping expedition. However, knowing that she had the possibility to speak with her mother cleared her mind of these worries. It would all be worth it in the end.

With his hand still wrapped around her wrist, she felt his emotions more clearly than she had before, having no need to read his energy or the emotions that rose to his expression. While he had been rather resolved before she felt the beginnings of regret and doubt worming its way into him. She ducked her head slightly as shame began to rip apart her stomach, making it churn uneasily again after it had just settled down. It wasn't like she was forcing him to do anything. In fact, he had been the one to drag her off in the first place without her consent, but that didn't stop her from feeling guilty from the emotional energy she felt from the other. She wanted to speak up and tell him he could just forget that this ever happened. Yet, her desire to speak with her deceased parent overpowered her moral compass and caused her to stay quiet.

Melanie stood back for a moment as she observed the boy let go of her wrist before sitting down, placing his face in his hands as he tried to sort out his own emotions. The corners of her lips twitched into a deep frown, sympathy shown on her features as she proceeded to gaze down at him. God, this boy couldn't stop pulling at her heartstrings. She moved her arms to wrap around her before she moved to take a seat across from him, the look of pity on her face still plastered there as her eyes shifted to look at the other's face. "It's really alright. It did take me a bit by surprise," she admitted truthfully. "I'm sorry for any discomfort I may have caused you."

She knew all too well what a necromancer went through when in the presence of spirits, having learned all about the different magical abilities when learning about her own as a little girl. Not to mention that knowing her mother she was more than likely giving him a hard time. Just that thought alone caused her cheeks to burn with shame, dusting them a rosy hue. "I'm also really sorry about what my mother is probably putting you through. She can be a bit... much..." That was putting it lightly.

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Why was she the one apologizing? It wasn't like it was really her fault her dead parents were harassing him... He sighed at the absurdity of that statement. This was his life, so he may as well just accept it and get used to it. But god, he really didn't want to. Sometimes he wondered what life would be like without the dead whispering in your ears. Probably a lot quieter. Peaceful, even.

"It's not your fault," Abbott said, his voice muffled behind his hands. It's not like she knew this would happen, or that she could control what these spirits did. She was probably having a nice day, too, before he just crashed in and ruined it for her. "Sorry for ruining your day..." Though she hadn't said he had, he was pretty sure he was about to.

He dropped his hands, letting them brace now against the top of the picnic table. He closed his eyes and ducked his head so he didn't have to look up at her. He didn't want to see the look on her face as he started talking. He called upon his memories and lessons on how to conduct a proper session like this. He'd witnessed his father and grandmother use themselves as mediums for messages from spirits more times than he could count.

"You are Melanie Holt, correct?" he asked, his eyes still focused on the grooves and swirls on the wooden tabletop. It was more a formality to ask than an actual question. He knew that's who she was. So, he didn't really wait for her to answer as he continued speaking. "May name is Abbott Shin," he sighed reluctantly, not wanting to say the rest of what he was going to say, "And I have some messages for you from your dead parents."

Okay. Not like that. He shouldn't have said it like that. That was too blunt. Too harsh. You had to be more gentle about these things. At least that's what his grandmother had always told him. Great. He was already starting this off on the wrong foot.

"Bella and Andrew," he started before the male spirit whispered a correction in his ear. "Sorry. Alexander. Those are your parents, right?" This time, he looked up at the girl, his expression apologetic and distressed.

He really didn't want to be doing this...

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Melanie's lips pressed thinly into a thoughtful frown as her eyebrows furrowed deeply. She really couldn't help feeling terrible about this whole situation, especially when the other looked so miserable and uncertain about his own actions. She could certainly understand that and what it was like to have her own ability become problematic to her own self. "I know, but I..." She paused, feeling unsure how to finish her sentence. Could she confide in him that she wasn't exactly sure that she could allow him to go through with this? As much as she felt such a strong sense of yearning that seemed to bleed out of her like blood from a deep cut to flesh it felt sort of wrong... She hastily shook her head. "No, you didn't ruin anything. It's all good," she reassured, hoping to put the young arc at ease.

She allowed her gaze to shift downward, her frown deepening against her facial features. Her thoughts racing again as her own personal interest warred against her moral compass once more. Should she just back out now and avoid any pain that it could cause either of them? She bit at her lip softly, chewing at the soft skin there anxiously. Now that she thought about it she was sort of scared and nervous about talking to her parents after living without them for so long.

Would they be proud of her and the decisions she made in life? Would they be happy for her? She felt like they would reassure her of her worries, but what if they had been disappointed in her at some points in her life? What all did they see and know about her? The nagging questions in her mind spurred more and more as her thoughts devoured her, making her stomach churn nauseously as she made herself upset. Could she even go through with this?

The Sacred Oak Academy student blinked her eyes rapidly as a voice brought her back into reality, focusing yet again on the Asain male as he voiced his inquiry. "Yes, that's me," she answered almost hesitantly. A soft, slightly melancholy smile twitched at the corners of her lips as he went on to introduce himself. "It's a pleasure to meet you," she replied as she extended her hand out in an offer to shake hands. However, her fingers promptly curled inward in a moment of realization, her hand lowering and retracting away from him. Maybe he still wouldn't be comfortable with physical contact? Afterall, it was probably her falling into him that had caused his whole scenario to occur. Though, he had been the one to grab ahold of her wrist before dragging her all the way through the farmer's market only moments prior. There was a possibility he was okay with it now, but she still felt hesitant at reinitiating the gesture.

She nodded her head at his next question, looking at him rather expectantly before her expression fell once again. It was hard not to feel the inner turmoil he was feeling about acting as a medium. He was filled with so much regret and an insignificant amount of bitterness, but she still felt it nonetheless. "You know," she finally spoke, "you don't have to do this if you don't want to..."

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While she said he didn’t ruin anything, Abbott still found himself feeling guilty. Okay, so if he hadn’t ruined her day, he had surely ruined all her chances at getting those strawberries she was in line for. His too… His mother was going to be quite unhappy with him when he came home empty handed. HIs father and grandmother, though, they would be proud. But he wasn’t exactly in the business of wanting to make them proud. He much preferred his mother’s line of work to theirs.

A pleasure to meet him? She didn't mean that. It was just a formality, just like the hand she offered out for him to shake and then immediately retracted. No one was really ever pleased to meet a necromancer. Death made people uncomfortable, so being around someone so freely in touch with it- sometimes joyously so- really put people on edge. A twinge of guilt still struck him though at the thought that she wouldn't want to shake his hand. Although, he hadn't exactly made physical contact with him a very pleasant experience.

Abbott's lips quirked into a humorless smile. "No. I do have to. Your mother may possess me otherwise." As if to prove that she would, Bella's spirit cursed in his head as she attempted to seize control of him again. All that came out of it was an involuntary twitch of his fingers and the bone deep chill of a wash of energy. Abbott reached up to clutch his head, his expression turning into a grimace. "I'm doing what you want, so stop!" he said, attempting to say it firmly, like he'd heard his father say to an unruly spirit. Though his father wouldn't be in this situation. If he'd been the one this aggressive female spirit had come into contact with, he would have banished her at the first sign of an attempted possession...

"We didn't mean to cause you trouble," Alexander said.

"Well, you did." Abbott remarked quietly, hating the fact that he looked like a person who should be locked up in an asylum talking to himself the way he was. "Just say what you need to say so we can be done with this."

Both spirits began a rush of what they wanted to say to their beloved daughter, but their flurry of words died as they realized they should talk one at a time like civilized people. Bella was first.

"Your mother says she is very proud of you. You've grown into a very beautiful and responsible young lady," Abbotts cheeks flushed as he spoke, a little embarrassed by so blatantly calling a girl he didn't really even know beautiful. She was, but that was besides the point... "She said you've done a great job taking care of Calix and Zephyr. You've really stepped up and grown up a lot to be able to do what you do for them. She's glad you're keeping them in line because apparently some one has to."

Abbott closed his eyes for a moment, opening them back up to look at Melanie. "Do you have any questions for her?"

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