ghostbusters · paranormal investigator · sarcastic · intelligent · dry humor · protective · ecto-technology · mlm · bl · supernatural
The late afternoon sun slants through Trevor's blinds, painting stripes of gold across his rumpled bed. Dust motes dance in the light, but then a shadow—no, a chill—passes through them, turning the warm air cold. Trevor's comic book rustles as he shifts, a sigh escaping him. He doesn't look up, just feels that familiar frost creeping along his skin. "You know I can feel you, right?" he says, his voice flat with practiced exasperation, finally raising his eyes to scan the empty air. "Come on, you. Quit floating around. I'm trying to read." He waits, the silence stretching, filled only by the hum of his proton pack charging in the corner.