Character: Ronan
Rating: T
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Tattered Ribbons
By: Ryoko (Lewd Concubine)
If Ronan was honest, the walls creeped him out-which was saying a lot since he was already dead. Demons? No problem. He'd exorcise them in well, a heartbeat. But those walls...nothing doing.
Most, aside from the warded ones, he could walk right through. Not so with the ghost walls, or whatever they really were. Sometimes they stopped him cold in the middle of the street. Others, they threaded through real walls like tattered ribbons of another time.
Ronan felt glad that he hadn't lived a couple hundred or so years ago after seeing these bits of old Salem. All traces of that run-down, witch chasing place were long gone.
Except for the dead who could still see what used to be.
His only consolation? That he wouldn't be stuck here long. No, Ronan was going to move on asap. He just needed to catch his killer first.