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Adagio Dazzle reached down and toyed with the hem of the glove on her left hand.
She sat there, silently with her legs crossed, looking on about the room. Finding nothing of particular interest, she sighed and cast her gaze back towards the pair of girls sitting solemnly together in the middle of the room, huddled together. All she could do was watch. She could speak but it wouldn't accomplish anything, not that she particularly wanted to. Honestly, Adagio felt akin to screaming than anything but she knew it would do nothing. So, she just watched. Really, it was all she was good for now.
It was a nice couch, really. Just looking at the plush furniture brought back so many lingering memories. That was another thing she was quite good at now; remembering. Even as she stared, her tired mind began to replace her vision with a scene of her and her favourite idiots. Her two favourite idiots. A sniff stirred her from her fantasy and brought her back to reality. She felt a faint smile fade away from her face at that. Stupid...stupid...
Sonata Dusk. She looked terrible yet Adagio couldn't help but think she looked just as beautiful as ever. She sniffed again, her hair freely falling over her, her face saturated in running mascara and tears. She buried the side of her head against her sister, clutching at her torn vest as if if she gripped it hard enough, it would fix everything. Her breathing and complete oblivious to the fact that she was ruining her clothes, aswell as her sister's. Not like any of them cared.
Aria Blaze. That stubborn girl, always trying to keep as cool as possible. Adagio couldn't help the grin slipping onto her face. Between the strands of loose violet hair falling over her face, she could make out the forced stoic look on her face. Aria brought a hand over and wrapped it around Sonata's shoulder. Her jaw tensed and a few stray tears fell from her chin, cascading down onto her jeweled pendant.
Adagio could only shake her head slightly and stood up to her feet. She walked across the room and sat herself down on the far side of the couch. She was just a little closer to them now but she still felt worlds apart from either one of them. She wanted to reach out to them, to cradle them both in her arms like she could once but she knew it was pointless. So all she did was stare. Trying to touch them would only bring about just another reminder of her current...predicament.
Besides, she wanted them to be warm.
The night rolled on, hours seemed to pass in a blink yet an eternity. Adagio just sat there, silently watching whatever stupid junk Aria decided to watch on TV. She tried to keep as still as possible, one move and she was afraid the screen would just give way to static in her presence. She had to learn to control that. It didn't feel like long before the two nodded off. Adagio had expected them to separate and retire to their respective rooms but instead, she just smiled at the image of her sisters falling asleep in that same position, cuddled up against one another like a couple of two hundred year-olds.
Adagio glanced up, they had left the blasted set going. She rolled her eyes and reached over to the remote, still in Aria's loosened grip. Her fingers phased straight through the device.
"Stupid..."
Adagio cast her gaze down at her hand, seeing the ground beneath it behind it's pale blue foggy texture. She sighed and sat back in her spot.
"Whoa!"
Or rather, she was before she fell right through the cushion. She expected her head to hit the floor and braced for pain but didn't feel anything. There was alot of that going on lately, just not feeling. Nothing but a cold shiver as her giant mass of transparent hair fell through the floor. She groaned.
"I really need to figure this out."
Adagio pushed herself back, praying that her body would't just fall into Tartarus if she managed to stay in one place. By some miracle, her spectral form remained stagnant in her seat. She sighed in relief and glanced back towards her sisters. She wanted to carry them to bed like she once had done but she just couldn't. Without anything else, she looked back to the TV. A movie was on. Adagio hoped to whatever wretched divine that would listen that it was a good one.
It wasn't.
Adagio wanted to sleep. To just lay her head down where she sat and drift into slumber. She knew she was going to miss that especially. She could close her eyes, for sure but sleeping was above her now. A privilege she no longer had any part of in her current state.
She'd have to stop using different terms to describe it. Predicament, current state, situation. They all just veils, something to mask the intensity of the fact that she was...well, dead. Adagio stood up and roamed aimlessly around the apartment. Her old habits kicked in and she found herself feeling more and more stupid with every hour that passed her by. She tried going for the fridge, her hand passed right through the handle. She rolled her eyes and stuck her head inside, it was fairly stocked up, she gave a resolute nod at that. Staring at a slice of cake neatly wrapped up in plastic on a simple porcelain plate made her face fall.
She missed eating aswell.
Adagio leaned in close to the confection, her desperate maw opening wide. For a moment, she felt as though if she believed hard enough, her faded teeth might just feel something. As her jaw closed around the pastry, confined in it's plastic prison, her face phased right through it, leaving the piece of cake just sitting there inside her head.
She closed her eyes and bowed her head. A stray lock of ghostly hair falling over her transparent features. She absentmindedly blew her it aside. There was a twinge of warmth in her chest when she felt the faint gust of air brush against her hair.
Adagio sighed again and stood up. She gave another look about the apartment. For a moment, her eyes lingered on the hallway that lead down to her room. Her mouth turned up slight as her teeth gritted. She closed her eyes and brought a hand up to rub against the back of her neck. She'd never get used to that. The constant numbness of her fingers making contact with her ghostly skin. Nothing felt right like this.
Nothing was right like this.
Adagio shook her head and walked on back to the recliner off to the side of the lounge room. Her eyes fell back onto her sisters. Listening to their lively and calm breathing as they slept brought some come peace. She just smiled and crossed her legs, watching them. What else was there for her to do?
Adagio was bored.
"Oh, just kill me now."
Author's Note
I recently re-watched TheSw1tcher's Murdered: Soul Suspect LP and was utterly baffled by how dumb that game is and how disappointed I was with it's release...
So, why not base a pony fic loosely based off of it?!
Adagio is sexiest villain. You know it's true.
NOW COME AT ME WITH YOUR TRAIN REFERENCES!!
