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And Phalanx kicks up onto the building’s edge and off onto the slide of shields, still holding the Ghost’s hand tight, as the Ghost turns, cloak spilling out like a cloud-pale flag behind them, and tugs his hood a grinning little salute at the girls running to the edge of the building as they swing into a slide over the parade, and vanish.

I’ve been meaning to draw ghostlanx fanart for a while now — I’m a huge fan of everything Rainjoy writes (especially her penchant for putting the Decemberists into her work, heh), and All the Other Ghosts was one of my favourites!