a whisper of ghosts

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own A small and ethereal hand reaches out to shove at the small of Remi's back. When he turns, it will be to find the pale and dark haired youth standing within reach, sucking on a piece of peppermint bark. "Worse at it," Ludo concludes. "Tag." Then it's gone again, but not so far away - Ludo sits among the candles and the offerings at its shrine, blackened fingers absently braiding Remi's curls where his body lays prone. Taking the bark from between its teeth, it flings it petulantly at the Lullaby's spirit form. "Just because you are favoured by me, sweetling, it does not exclude you from the duties of a shrine visit. Or am I to presume that you have left me this empty husk of your body as an offering?" Raising its eyebrows at Remi expectantly, Ludo returns to its braiding. "The forest does not agree with you," it muses. "Or it agrees with you too much. Have you decided which, yet?"