kissing death and loosing my breath

Her entire world was wracked with a confusion she could not even begin to understand. Who was this woman? Who was she to him? Why could he not see her? Why could Serafina for that matter? Her head shook ever so slightly at the sound of Davante's voice, unsure of what to say. She had no answers for him, especially since the ones she was attempting to demand were thwarted from her grasp. She was silent, despite the young woman's seeming attempts to goad her. Serafina knew that she was particularly oblivious of Davante's history. She had never asked him of it just as she had too been unwilling to regal him with her own rather depressing story. She was beginning to see exactly what the woman was to him, beginning to piece the puzzles together. Serafina could only assume the woman was a powerful witch - one with the gift of invisibility. Perhaps she was the one who had taught Davante everything he knew. Perhaps she was his maker. She heard the sound of a child crying, causing her eyebrows to furrow as the woman turned in a slow circle, her grey tinged gaze tracing every facet of her home. A child? How was there a child in her townhouse? Who the hell brought that here?

Davante's words brought her back to the present, her head shaking ever so slightly. "I don't...know...I don't know." She muttered, her usually calm soprano voice beginning to hold a hint of panic. It wasn't like Serafina to become distraught by the abnormal. Her logical mind had always been her anchor, grounding her, calming her but this....this she did not understand. With him her emotions were too meshed up. She had begun to care for him and the new found knowledge that he had someone else, someone who was taunting her was beginning to unravel the poor girl. She could feel the coldness that seemed to accompany their presence, just as she abruptly noticed that she felt another's presence. Serafina stepped back from the woman that cradled the child, her arms wrapping around herself in a rare moment of insecurity. Her grey tinged eyes remained steadfast upon the babe, despite the woman's voice. "I...I don't claim to know him at all." She replied slowly, her head shaking ever so slightly. She knew she must have seem to have gone off the deep end to him, though she could not entirely ignore the woman despite her attempts to do so.

Her eyes remained steadfast upon the woman that attempted to offer some explanation, one that Serafina desperately sought. "Satisfied?" She inquired, "I don't....I don't understand." Her attention swayed once again, Davante's voice pulled her attention back to him. "I'm not hallucinating!" She insisted, watching him make his way from her kitchen and towards her bar height table. "I don't think I can hallucinate her. She...says you can't see her but...she loves you...whoever she is. Your mentor? Your...girlfriend?" Serafina found herself looking anywhere for answers, feeling for the first time in a very long time, the threads of anxiety grip her. "SHUT UP." She cried at the woman's insistence. It was all becoming too much for her and for a moment Serafina reached up to grip her head, her fingertips burying into her ebony locks at the feeling pressing up against her skull. "Stop it. Just...go away." There was a choked sob on her sweet heart lips. She made her way out of the kitchen, at least attempting to listen to the command to leave the window panes as far as possible.