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                 this mujer has been rambling for what feels
                 like (  AGES   ) and only now does he recog
                 -nize that it’s directed at him.

                                     ❛ do i know you ?  ❜

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It had been a long day of work, and Acacia needed to let some steam off. Thinking she had found a fellow performer, she let herself ramble. 

"And Bridgett still won’t give me any holidays off, not even my birthday! I’ve been around long enough to get my birthday off I think.” She said with a huff before the man spoke up. It was only after she put on her glasses, that she realized that she in fact did not know this man.  Embarrassment painted her face. 

"Oh, I’m so sorry! I thought you were someone else!


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cuckooclxck:

 

It was hard to get used to it.

Sharing his cold with her while they slept, well…while she slept. He couldn’t sleep, and it wasn’t his insomnia. He also discovered he couldn’t feel touch sensations, sometimes he thought he could. But a cup of hot tea or the heat of the sun? Nonexistent. It didn’t matter though.

What did was Acacia’s well being. Though her progress was small, baby steps forward, they were something. And that was better than nothing.

Jack did however enjoy the privacy of being seen by only Acacia. She always kept his key close to her heart, as he used to, so he never worried about another finding it. After two weeks the two had developed a sort of routine. She would go about her job in the day, sometimes he’d follow silently, or watch from a distance. Sometimes he’d “haunt” the Ghost Train and practice his concentration. Nighttime was when the two caught up, and when things felt normal again.

Today she hadn’t returned to her trailer at the usual time, and though worry ate him up, all Jack could do was huff in frustration to himself. She could do what she like, he was dead. He had no control over her, never did. Don’t tame a spark—that’s what Melies had said. He’d let her have an hour or two, but would set out to find her before lurking shadows claimed the little sprite’s light. It would give him time to think.

He’d read somewhere that ghosts are souls or…something, that died uncomfortable with how they left things, and once these things were fixed, they would leave, or move on. The chapter also said ghosts typically cannot exactly remember what it is they needed to fix, but Jack—Jack had a pretty damn good feeling as to what he needed to fix.

It was time to find her.

She had to find a way to tell him. 

She sat now with the key beside her, not pressed close to her as usual. It was a small step, but it was big enough to her to be considered the first step in letting go. 

Looking up at the moon, she went over the scenario in her head. “It’s not you, it’s me,” “It’s not fair to you,” “I’m sorry,” There were so many ways this could go, but she knew she needed to travel down this path. 

Feeling a shiver go up her spine, she looked around, before remembering the key. Picking it up and putting it in her hands, she looked around for Jack now, her lips tight in anticipation. Once she found him, she went to speak and found the words dry in her mouth. 

"Jack, I-.." she let out a sigh, looking down at the key before looking back up at him. It was now or never. 

"I can’t do this. I need you.. You need to be let go.." she started now, pacing as she let her mouth pour words like running water. 

"It’s not fair to either of us, but mainly you. You need to be at peace, and I know it’s not here." 


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cuckooclxck:

 

Jack’s grin held something mixed of pride and clumsy joy, quietly laughing to himself while trying to catch her lips as she peppered him with hers. Small moments like these were sometimes interrupted by his friends and their giggles, but cherished so much in his quiet thoughts before sleep.

Strange how the smaller moments held as much presence to him as the intimate ones, where his touch was gentle and slow, memorizing every inch of her.

And despite their sometimes obvious affections for each other, the Duke carried on oblivious.

Though he did notice Miss Acacia’s commitment to her work, and he had to admit, he was a bit impatient with his need to spend time her. Perhaps something simple would charm her? A picnic! Oh, but that silly writer was helping her with her with another scene that needed work.

"He can tag along," Joe plopped the picnic basket in Jack’s arm, not caring to notice the bit of lipstick on the boy’s small lips, "Carry the baskets. I’m curious about the scene you’re working so hard on. Perhaps you can share it with me, I am the investor after all."

Jack meanwhile idly wiped the smudge of red of his lips. Somehow managing to balance the large basket with various fruits and wine among other things.

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Soon enough, their private meetings turned into secretive public outings. Shared glances during a rehearsal, little smiles off-stage, and of course the ever so popular ‘emergency rehearsals’ held nearly every night. 

It was a miracle that the Duke hadn’t caught on sooner. With this being Acacias first real affair, she was as giddy as a schoolgirl. Luckily, she was a fantastic actress and could act her way out of any situation, even if they were very close. 

The Duke got more and more possessive it seemed, but Acacia had to amuse him once in a while. Jack was usually tagging along so it was a little more tolerable. The picnics were slow, and the scenes were rather slow, but it made it all the more convincing for her to have more time to ‘practice’. 

"What? Of course it can’t wait until tomorrow. ‘The Lovers Meet In Secret’ scene is the most important in the production!" Acacia protested another day, as Jack had simply said it could wait until another day. She turned to the Duke, batting her eyes now. "I’m so sorry, dear Duke, but I simply can’t go to dinner tonight. Not until this scene is fixed. Now, if you’ll excuse me," she said as she stood up, and walked away from the pair, to where her and Jack would usually meet at a time like this. 


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"I think Bridgett has all of us working. The Ghost Train is usually very busy that week. Hopefully I can end a show early, but even then I’m supposed to give candy out to the kids who visit." 

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"That certainly sounds entertaining. Almost beats dressing up as a scarecrow and being set on fire." 

"Well dressing up as a scarecrow sounds fu- Excuse me?? Being set on fire?? Are you being sacrificed or something??" 


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"And what are your plans for Halloween?" 

"I think Bridgett has all of us working. The Ghost Train is usually very busy that week. Hopefully I can end a show early, but even then I’m supposed to give candy out to the kids who visit." 


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Name: Kelsey

—✩❧ FC (If you have one): 

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I was tagged by: cuckooclxck

tagging: lailluminate, bupagentkent, d-i-p-p-e-r ( don’t feel like you have to do it, especially if you already have! ) 

  • OCCUPATION: Student ;w;
  • DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: nop nop nop
  • LIKE[S]: movies, musicals, theatre, video games, free food
  • PERSONALITY TRAITS: unsure, quiet, easy going, trusting, naive. 
  • DISORDERS?:  n/a

{ P H Y S I C A L   I N F O R M A T I O N }

  • GENDER: female
  • HAIR COLOR: dark brown
  • EYE COLOR: dark brown
  • HEIGHT:  5’2
  • PHYSIQUE: ahaha i’m a  t w i g 
  • TATTOOS: none
  • RACE: caucasian

{ F A M I L Y   I N F O R M A T I O N }

  • SIBLING[S]:  one younger brother
  • PARENT[S]: a mom and stepdad (birth father is out of the picture at this point)
  • CHILDREN: jfc no
  • PET[S]: a cat as old as me, a cat whose like 5 or something, and a dog about the same age. 

{ R E L A T I O N S H I P   I N F O R M A T I O N }

  • SEXUAL PREFERENCE: asexual/aromantic
  • RELATIONSHIP STATUS: happily single 

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cuckooclxck:

 

Was it heartbreak he felt? He would say so, yes. But how could a heart break if it were already dead and no longer ticking? How do you tame a spark? Where do you even start? Foolish words. Now her spark was dying. You don’t tame a spark. Ever.

Her tears fell, and his arms found her, holding her tightly, breath shivering. Don’t lose concentration, let it become need and comfort. It would be easier that way.

"I never did."

Whispered words and small squeezes, hoping for some sort of warmth to grow inside him to give to her and mend her heart.

There was a small silence from him. He loved Acacia with every thread of his life and presence, but he could not stand this consequence of his death. He felt like it were a deceitful poison, something sweet and scrumptious, but will no doubt cause pain. Ahh—but he was foolish. Always foolish little Jack. He couldn’t stop drinking this poison and relishing her presence.

Briefly pulling away to hold her face with a tender touch, and lock her eyes with his, “I’ll be here for however long you wish.” He’s already dead and he’d perish to protect her again if he had to.

"I may not be…wholly alive, but—" his thumb circled the star below her eye, "I suppose it’s another leash like my clock was." Not really. He was trying to be positive, but let’s face it, loving a ghost is a hopeless venture and he shouldn’t even be doing this. But he just kept drinking the poison, soon he’d take gulps.

His touch nearly froze her tears, but she smiled anyways. If anything, even for a moment, she was glad to have him back. Obviously things were a little different, but they could get through this, they had to. They were both given a second chance, and she would be damned if she didn’t take it. 

She slept a little easier that night, knowing that he wasn’t far. Sure it was a little chilly compared to having his warmth pressed up against her back, but having any feeling was better than no feeling at all. The days got easier too, and they almost seemed like they were back to normal. She kept his key on her at all times, and every night she would talk with him like there wasn’t a care in the world. 

However, one day, about two weeks later, Acacia hadn’t returned to her room. She had found herself sitting on the hill by the windmill. It was a good spot to think, a good spot to ponder. And ponder she did. She thought about her life, how much it was worth to her and others, and Jacks life. She wondered if he really could stay with her forever, she wondered if he really would stay around forever. She wondered if he should. 

Sighing to herself, she brought her knees to her chest, resting her head in her arms. If you love something, let it go. That’s what everyone said, and Acacia was thinking of doing the very same for Jack. 

Surely living as a ghost couldn’t be enjoyable. With all the restrictions and pain, she would rather him live in peace. That’s what he wanted, right? 


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- The Boy with the Cuckoo Clock Heart

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