we scream our very souls free
Hey!
The offended squeal only serves to produce a fit of giggles in the indefinable child as it pulls back into the shadows for a brief moment. Truthfully, there had been little forethought that went into the impulsive action and even more impulsive reaction. But in hindsight, it is wildly amusing, at least to the shadow child.
After a moment, Haunt presses forward again, eerie yellow eyes fixing on the dark boy where he had retreated to safety. As though anywhere shadows touched might be safe from a creature that could step through them as easily as breathing. Of course, this is not a thought on the child’s mind as it steps through those very shadows, bringing them uncomfortably close together. But then, personal space is a foreign concept to the childish creature, given it’s relatively unorthodox life so far. Haunt had been born one of three, and when there are three, space as a luxury unafforded to them.
“You taste different,” Haunt amends then. For all that Haunt is an odd thing, even the child can recognize the accidental offense given with those thoughtless words. Of course, the amended turn of phrase may not be any less offensive, but that’s not something that had occurred to the little shadow quite yet.
With a wide, happy grin, Haunt presses closer, yellow eyes fixed and unblinking as the shadow considers the new friend it had stumbled so accidentally upon. “I’m Haunt,” Haunt answers simply, before stretching forward to test another tear. Salty, and still rather weird. Definitely not like Misfit or Harken or Harbinger. “Who are you?”
