Peter slipped eagerly through the statue, glad to be back out of the damp, dingy corridor. It was commonly said that all ghosts liked creepy, gross places, a horrible stereotype that Peter had done his best to erase, but alas, it seemed no one else cared about "ghostism".

The ghost snorted at Vianna's over confident reply. She was as cocky as he had been in his life, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but he sometimes worried that others would take the girl's plucky overconfidence for a deeper vanity.
"I sincerely doubt that Vianna," Peter teased, unable to keep himself from ribbing the young girl, she was just so easy to tease and joke with. He folded his arms over his chest and grinned. "You're kind of a helpless little thing, actually," He added, and he would like to have bopped her on the nose or poked her in the side, but sadly, that was not possible.


Airlia could have said, with perfect honesty that no other kiss had ever so effectively turned off her ability to properly think before, her head was swimming, and she was working entirely on instinct as Victor's hands found her waist and pulled her closer to him. His mouth tasted warm and of fire whiskey and Airi found she couldn't get enough as she eagerly kissed him back. The kiss soon turned needier, and slightly hungrier, and before Airlia could worry herself about where this was leading, or why-

The kiss broke, and she found herself somehow even more breathless, regardless of the oxygen now flooding through her lungs. Airi didn't know what to say, or what to do, her mind was shouting at her to say something, anything, but her instincts were telling her to pull him back for another kiss before ether of them came to their senses.

Airi was too dazed by the kiss to do anything but gaze questioningly up at Victor, who wore an inscrutable expression as always. And then he quite suddenly, quite abruptly wished her goodnight and walked away as if nothing had happened.
Wait? What? WHAT?? You didn't kiss a girl and then jauntily walk off as if it hadn't occurred at all!?

Airi was going to need three things if she was going to have any peace tonight:
Copious amounts of very strong tea, several music albums, and some parchment and quill (writing her thoughts helped get them out of her head).
It was going to be a long, long night. she thought as she less than gracefully climbed through the portrait hole.