Crashing Tides [open]

Beauty on a creature like Ghost was a combination of several things, her disorder rearing its foul head, a way to mask how utterly shattered her own psyche was. Very few tended to look past beauty, faking who and what she was seemed simple when they tripped over her appearance. She watched him carefully, his voice, completed by an accent rumbled nicely through his chest, caressing her ear drums with a soothing touch. He seemed almost as languid as she.

"Most everyone is plagued by phantoms, there are very few who can rid themselves of guilt and regret." She purred in silken tones, the words slipping from her maw with fluidity and grace. His next words, however innocent they may have been reached her audits with something far darker, far more meaningful, flirtations were not usually something she indulged in, but she bore no mark of another, she was not claimed. Doubted she would ever be as such. Once you scratched beneath the surface of beauty...Ghost was anything but.

"If such a someone exists, I have yet to make their acquaintance. I still cannot sleep, nor will thoughts of old leave me be." She teased him, provoked him, a glitter present within the depths of her oculars that had not been there a moment before.