intro post: ghosts in the fog

[backina]

 He comes in as dusk settles, walking through the thin fog that clings around his legs and the tails of his coat, seeming to solidify as he walks.  Even the sound seems to remember itself slowly, for at first he's a silent ghost and it's only as he nears the faint golden ponds of light from the outlying village windows and the flicker of their bonfires that the sounds of soft footsteps in the frost begins.  Blond hair moves a little in the night wind, smoke and crisp autumn chill, and it takes the blue eyes under that fringe a long time to focus in the calmly neutral face.

He's not sure where he's going, just that there's a path in front of him that seems to lead somewhere and he supposes he will follow it for the moment.  When his chakra dissipated from his son's life, he hadn't expected to find himself anywhere - yet here he apparently is.  Lost so long in the mists of his child's life, drifting and unsubstantial, it's hard, now, to think of what's before him as any more real.  He's a dead man's chakra, released from its mission, a ghost from the past as sure as some of the old furniture and unwanted love letters being tossed away to the flames tonight and it's a strange relief that his hand doesn't pass through the tree he comes to stand near on the edge of someone's bonfire, pausing in his journey onward because the road can wait and even ghosts seem able to appreciate the heat from a stranger's fire in the falling night.



ooc:  just a note - Minato's actually very solid but it's going to be a bit before he gets past the idea that he's a lost ghost.  Or that what's in front of him is really there either.  He's been unable to touch anything for a very long time.   Head-canon says a part of him is still trapped with Nine-Tails Yin inside the death god so there's a part of him missing but he'll solidify despite that as he goes.  And I apologize in advance that I am a very slow tagger.  Life is busy right now but I couldn't resist.  

[Open] Intro 術 Birthday Wishes

[unsealed_emotions]

The Great Bonfire. A small boy with dirt smudged cheeks lingered by the fire, staring into the dancing flames. He was alone, severely undressed for the festivities with old worn out clothes but he didn't seem to mind.

"Nii-san," he drew closer to the flames, then closed his eyes while he squeezed the small picture book in his hands tightly. "I wish... I wish you were here with me for my birthday," he said, before blowing on the flames with all his might in an attempt to blow them out, until his little body trembled from the force of it, and his head grew dangerously dizzy, before faltering forward.