Swing Life Away-Ghost- [MATURE]

Ghost felt comfortable with the brute whom she had only just met. Octavian was pure, pure of heart and pure of soul. His eyes burned with passion and power, untainted by darkness, he knew nothing of her past, nothing of how utterly broken her mind was. He cared for her beauty, not her insanity. Segar knew only the fragmented side of her, only the demons that plagued her. She and he were two sides of the same coin, both wrought with darkness and chaos... but he knew nothing of her carefree demeanor.

Opposing figures, opposites and yet here they met, seemingly both here for the same reason. Her. But why? Why fight for something that was so obviously disjointed? She would never be normal, she would never be perfect. She would forever be tainted, no matter how she was healed, whether by memory or by mind, she would never get better.

"Octavian... what brings you this far south?" Aloof, distant, whimsical. Octavian did not know of her demons and she intended to keep it that way. She remained beside Segar, neither drawing closer, nor moving away. She was unsure how to go about this, she wanted no bloodshed, but something told her she would not be so lucky.