Starglow Basin [m] vengeance is hereby mine

colt almost snarked something back in his usual way, but there was something so horribly off with red that he found himself going silent. 
the feeling of her scarlet body passing through, as it were, was that for a tiny moment of this pseudo-contact, briggs felt her whirlwind of emotions, her hurting head, the pressure behind red-rimmed, maddened eyes.
and then she was herself and he felt no more. grimly the cowboy watched as red picked through the bleached pieces of him, finding it distasteful and full of discomfort despite the fact he was no longer tied to them.
scapula, clattering; spine-bones clacking. his ghost flesh felt the strange insistent pressure of her warm jaws ... on his face.
briggs regarded the remains of his skull and frowned at her. "don't think i can leave, girl," he growled, now irritable. hadn't she seen they couldn't touch? why was she doing this? to torment him? punish him?