There was a decaying hand in Victor's face. Well, not literally in. Though he had just fallen straight through it, it was now dangling off the nearest corpse a few inches away from his eyes. Despite his previous career as a healer and his current state of existence, Victor wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of death... or, perhaps more accurately, with the spectacle of decay. Death was fine — someone being present and then going away, being buried where they were no longer seen and no one had to think about them any more, was fine. The sight of skin withering on the bone — tightening and darkening like some sort of malicious snake constricting its victim — and now, more specifically, the reminder that somewhere not very far away this same process was taking hold of his own body, with no consideration for what he was doing elsewhere, made his skin crawl. Or it might have, if he'd still had skin.
In any case, as soon as he stopped falling into the mausoleum he was in an immediate hurry to be out of it. He scampered backwards, away from the stacked bunks of corpses against the wall, then struggled to his feet. Movement as a spirit always seemed more difficult when he was flustered, and on his first attempt his foot merely sank through the hard stone of the floor instead of propelling him back up, but eventually he righted himself and was able to jolt back through the mausoleum wall — this time without passing through any unsuspecting corpses on his way. His exit path brought him abruptly face to face with Leo — so abruptly, in fact, that Victor found himself waving his arms in an attempt to stop and catch his balance without falling straight through him.
"Ah — hi," he said, breathless from the fright of the corpses and the exhilaration of seeing Leo again and the discomposure of having to skitter so quickly to a halt, all at once.
In any case, as soon as he stopped falling into the mausoleum he was in an immediate hurry to be out of it. He scampered backwards, away from the stacked bunks of corpses against the wall, then struggled to his feet. Movement as a spirit always seemed more difficult when he was flustered, and on his first attempt his foot merely sank through the hard stone of the floor instead of propelling him back up, but eventually he righted himself and was able to jolt back through the mausoleum wall — this time without passing through any unsuspecting corpses on his way. His exit path brought him abruptly face to face with Leo — so abruptly, in fact, that Victor found himself waving his arms in an attempt to stop and catch his balance without falling straight through him.
"Ah — hi," he said, breathless from the fright of the corpses and the exhilaration of seeing Leo again and the discomposure of having to skitter so quickly to a halt, all at once.
Fabulous set by Lady!