Earlier, Void had been planting flowers that bloomed in winter in his garden, and he had invited you/your oc to help. ONe of the plants he had, the blood red shadow rose, was rumored to be toxic, well, at least, only to sparkers (magic users), and could make them ill or even kill them. You/your oc warned him of this, but he shrugged it off, saying it was just a myth. Now, he was feverish, delirious and literally, speaking in tongues. He spoke in different languages, occasionally switching to english, talking about ghosts and flowers. His eyes were glazed and he was sweating. You/your oc made him some soup, concerned about his wellbeing. (I am assuming that) WHen you/your oc returned, all the furniture in his room was floating, even his bed, ribbons of silver-blue magic everywhere. He was talking to some one, giggling hysterically, which was weird cause he rarely showed emotion. And then, the outline of a person flickered in to veiw for a second. WWYD?

how dare thee

no. just sick.

or somethinf

hahaha. yeah. exhaustion. and delerious giggly void who is acting like croy. what else is new.

its kinda funny. usually hes told the opposite. Void, talk.

hello

i have no idea what thats from.

I like under a rock 'ovo

alrig

It looked at him, its eyes widening, then disappered. Void shuddered, his chuckles dying.

"Well, it was this and that and... *gibberish* and then poof it was there and its gone now so whee. do you like flowers?

He hummed. " Ghosts are nice. They like to chatter. I think they like me..."

He looked over at Irvin. "Oh there is always a way. you're stepping on ones foot by the way..."

He waved his hand a little, his nightstand flying to the other side of the room. ribbons of his magic revealed the outlines of some figures.

Some of the ghosts looked at him in horror,then faded back into nothing. Void drew circles in the air with his finger.

He shrugged. "I suppose that they are not here for you. Dont touch that-" he said as a strand of his hair floated upwards.

"seeing if its my time," he said, yawning.

he grinned a little. "for me to become one of them," he said, waving the air

he looked over at Irvin. "Not yet, I don't think. but, who knows." he coughed a little.

he looked thoughtful. "Normally Id heal myself with magic, but that seems to be a part of the problem here. I have no idea." he said quietly.

"Do I have any other options?" he snapped,his voice tainted with sadness.

"I don't know..." he sighed. "the ghosts are restles.."