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lyrics: we kiss like lovers and cupid hovers like he's just learning to fly and even though it's dangerous, it's temporarily painless. i'm falling for a stranger, stranger. no need to justify little by little we love tonight
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desmond tod

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Apr 17 2018, 01:59 AM
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Desmond would be lying if he could pretend that there were parts of his life--or rather when he was alive--that he could let go. Being dead was weird and offered a strange perspective on much of everything, and one of those things was someone who was likely the closest person to him...and this was also the same person who he had treated just downright awful. Regardless, Desmond was happy to see Oliver Preston making a name for himself and keeping tabs on him was easy as Oliver was in possession of one of the only tethers that Levi hadn’t accumulated (nor would he ever--Desmond was sure Oliver was glued to the guitar pick like it was actually a kidney). Much of this involved poking his head into recording sessions, but while Oliver was on tour...well Desmond couldn’t help himself and found himself lurking, usually in the crowd every single night. It was a burst of pride to see his success and Desmond couldn’t help but want to be around whenever he could…<p>
It was the last night of Oliver’s tour...and his birthday to boot, and Desmond found himself wanting to be in a place that was...well it was more fitting for him. Or where he’d think he’d be hanging out if he was alive...which was side stage. Lurking just out of sight from the crowd and it was the best seat in the house...well if Desmond was sitting rather than creepishly standing. He’d quite enjoyed being invisible to Oliver--it was likely far better for both of them that way, but there was something he just couldn’t put his finger on tonight. Something was different, and it clicked the moment they locked eyes...because first of all....they locked eyes. ”Shit.”


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Desmond didn’t necessarily have to rely on where his tethers were to stay around a certain area. It seemed he had gotten a grip on the ghost thing at last, so it wasn’t as much of a problem. Regardless, he did like to use them to bounce around a little quicker on occasion. Desmond was not the most patient person, hence why he may have all the time in the world to get around, it didn’t mean he wanted to take a thousand years to get around London. However, his tethers had been...moved. Which was annoying, but something he could handle...except they were getting closer together...as in, Levi was finding and relocating them. It was a bit frustrating, considering it made it a bit more difficult to get around anywhere that wasn’t...Levi’s apartment. ”Okay, seriously?” he inquired, rather grouchily. <p>
Frankly, Desmond was a bit frustrated, but it was more along the lines that he was sure he had other places he would rather be, and Levi was bound to get annoyed with his presence at some point. It wasn’t as if Desmond had many other places to go. Of course, Desmond had developed a sort of attachment to Levi...especially since he was able to indulge in information about how Desmond had died--something more elaborate than what his hazy memory could piece together, which wasn’t much. Levi had been there...they had been….something, apparently. Hooking up, or at least close enough to somewhat see each other consistently. Desmond didn’t know what to make of it, but at the very least Levi was someone who could fill in the gaps for him...except this whole thing was ridiculous. ”Are you planning to just keep every single tether of mine around? I’m sure you’re missing a couple at least,” he deadpanned, ”I’m not sure what your goal here is.”


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Desmond wasn’t well-known for taking many things seriously, especially in regard to his nonchalant attitude in life, but one thing that he did hold in high regard was music. Any opportunity for him to play or sing was something that captured all of his focus, and recording was just one way he got to flex his abilities, especially whilst collaborating with someone. Oliver was...well...considerably less outspoken than Desmond, so the fact he was going along with everything came to no surprise to Desmond, but he was aware that could mean he wasn’t as into what they were doing as he was...which would be very unfortunate. They’d currently been trying to get through a whole song situation which involved numerous retakes and sessions to get everything to be just perfect before the producer had insisted they nailed it, but needed to ensure the audio came through just as well, which caused Desmond to pull the large headphones off his head and go pull a water bottle out of the cooler, ”Water?” he offered, holding one out for Oliver. <p>

Desmond wasn’t one who dealt with silence very well, as it made him feel quite a bit edgy, to which he was glad that Oliver was at least semi-aware of how twitchy Desmond could get if he wasn’t actively dealing with music...the number of bar brawls had been pretty cataclysmic recently. ”That was awesome, by the way,” he added, ”I mean, you’ve been nailing it all day, I’m the one who has been slacking off hard.” At least, his vocal cords had been seemingly slacking. He didn’t really warm up as well as he should have...having been late coming in, but regardless. ”If they make you redo it again I’m going to riot on your behalf,” he informed him easily, tacking on a wink at the end.


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Truthfully, Desmond found himself absorbed in the monotony of being dead and running among the same circles. He would try exploring throughout the day, seeing how far he could push himself between tethers before sputtering out, which became old news fast and then came people watching. Desmond wasn’t necessarily the type of person to be a quiet observer, so taking this approach to everything was relatively new for him. However, he did find he appreciated open mic nights more and more as they gave him a rush of inspiration and pride. They were his old stomping grounds, after all. Whoever had been performing for the past little while had decided to take a break, and Desmond opted to look around the little bar to see what he could see. He had been so engulfed in the music that he hadn’t really noticed the people who had trickled in, his eyes immediately zoning in on one man in particular. <p>

Desmond maneuvered over to him, which was a lot easier than it sounded as he really didn’t have any actual substance to him, rolling his eyes once he was close enough to mutter a short, ”You again.” Unfortunately, he hadn’t any luck on placing who this person was, so most of his annoyance came from that. It was like the answer was on the tip of his tongue, just begging to be said, but to no avail and Desmond was frustrated by the prospect. ”And with a different book, great.” Of course he had taken an interest in someone who was reading a book when there could be music being played, not that there was any now, but the principle of the matter stated otherwise. ”What kind of weird person goes to the bar to read?”


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Desmond was getting more of a handle on this ghost thing, his talk with Anna helped considerably, and truthfully he decided it was maybe worth the effort to not completely suck at being a ghost. He had a little more control over moving from tether to tether, which was a lot less frustrating than sputtering into existence randomly. Especially if there was someone he wasn’t too keen on being around he could just pop up elsewhere and be content with himself. Of course, even that became monotonous to the ghost who was already finding his afterlife to be relatively boring. What else could you do when you have this much free time? Desmond wasn’t sure, so he spent some of the time trying to determine how far from each tether he could wander (not too far yet, but hey, progress was progress). <p>

He was sighing and lamenting about how really his life was just as interesting now as it was when he was alive, trying to not dwell on the irony of the fact that like most artists, he wasn’t important until he was gone. Desmond was also getting real sick of everyone looking completely contented with their lives--as if that was even fair. He did, however, recognize one of the people nearby in the alley way, probably putting graffiti on a wall of something and couldn’t just not harass him. Desmond couldn’t really move anything, so it wasn’t like he could actually do anything fun in terms of haunting, yet he could just be annoying and hope that Dean could see him, or else he’d look an idiot. ”You spelled it wrong,” he pointed out, despite not really knowing what he was doing, so who knew? Their friendship was weird enough anyway, given that Dean had punched him within their first encounter, but that seemed a distant memory. ”I sure hope you can see and hear me, otherwise you won’t even be able to tell me I’m an idiot talking to myself.”

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