Celestialshipping (Marik Ishtar/Kisara)
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Sometimes, in the dark, Marik could hear ghosts.
He would shove his fingers into his ears every time he had to pass through some of the deeper tunnels to get to his assigned lessons. Otherwise he'd hear them, moaning and whispering between the walls, hissing curses or lamenting regrets. They never had anything good to say, and Marik wished he didn't have to hear them. He didn't think anyone else could. Ishizu always looked concerned when they walked together, trying to pull his hand from his ear and ask him what was wrong. Rishid looked uncertain when Marik tried to tell him about the people buried in the walls, and assured him that the catacombs had been built for one ghost, and one ghost alone. Father scolded him for letting his imagination control him, and insisted that he had read all the books about the tomb's construction, and there were no other ghosts here.
Didn't stop them from whispering and screaming in the night, though.
Marik put his pillow over his head and tried to hide the tears. Rishid would come in if he heard him crying, and while Marik kind of wanted him to, he also didn't want to hear Rishid assure him again that it was just a bad dream. If the screaming in the tunnels was just a dream, then why wasn't Marik sleeping? You had to sleep to dream, right?
Another high pitched wail echoed down the corridor, and Marik almost screamed himself.
"Go away," he whispered into the bed. "Please…go away, move on…"
The scream cut off—instead, Marik heard something like…shouting? He couldn't hear the words, they were too far away, but they echoed a bit like a real person was in the hallway. He knew the tone—that sounded like scolding. Was Father scolding Rishid again? This late at night?
The voice quieted then, and…for the first time in a long time, the whole tomb fell silent.
Marik lifted his head a bit, peeking out from beneath his pillow. Was…was it over?
His eyes flickered over the crack between his bed and his pillow and—
Something was standing in his room.
Marik choked on his scream as he scrambled up, throwing his pillow at the thing to give himself a bit of time to maybe get away—
His pillow passed through her ghostly, shimmering shape, and Marik hesitated.
The girl actually smiled a little sheepishly, running a hand through her bangs as though to get them out of her face—they fell right back to where they had been almost immediately though. She was…silvery, like she was made out of the moonlight that filtered down through the ceremonial chamber.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to scare you."
"Are you a ghost?" Marik blurted, pressing himself against the wall.
The woman nodded, and Marik's throat briefly tightened. Then again, she didn't look very scary.
"I'm sorry about them, too," she said, nodding back to the corridors. "They're not supposed to be here. But spirits get drawn to the dwellings of the dead, and then they get lost in the tunnels."
She grimaced.
"They're not very mature about what to do when they get lost."
Marik's lips parted.
"You mean…they're screaming cause they're scared from being lost?"
The woman nodded, and Marik looked down at his knees. He had never thought about a ghost getting scared. The woman stepped forward, and after a brief hesitation, sat on the edge of the bed.
"Not many people can hear spirits, and fewer can see them," she said. "I passed through here recently and I saw that you were affected by the spirits here, so I told them to calm down."
She smiled.
"I don't know how long I can stay, but until I have to go, I'll make sure you can get a good night's sleep," she said. "So it's all right."
Marik stared at her briefly—she really was pretty, like the reflection of moonlight in water. He smiled tentatively. That was really nice of her.
"T-thanks," he said. "I'm Marik. Marik Ishtar. It's nice to meet you."
She smiled, and it shone like a full moon.
"Hello, Marik," she said. "My name is Kisara."
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A/N: That was sorta cute~ Next is Celesteshipping (Anzu x Valon).
