kissing death and loosing my breath

The crying was incessant, piercing the silence that she so desperately sought for. It was driving her mad, mixed shrilly with the insistently prodding voice of the woman and the confusing questions of her companion that only seemed to insist that she had clearly lost her grasp upon the sanity she so clung to. The cold was piercing, as if it was coming straight through her clothes to brush it's icy hand upon her satin flesh, bringing forth an array of goosebumps upon her arms and a shiver down her spine. Her hands clutched at her shoulders, holding herself in some attempt to keep herself together just as much as she made an effort to keep her warm. She heard the woman's insistence that she let her help and yet she didn't react so much as merely stared at her with those same pale grey eyes. Her attention only drifted towards Davante, half way across the room at his rather pathetic efforts to console her though really she was hardly in the state to judge what he was or wasn't doing. Really it seemed as if her grasp on the world at large was relatively failing her at the present moment.

The witch decided to ignore whatever further directions came from the female, attempting in some half hearted measure to reassure the warlock that she was not hallucinating just as much as she was trying to reassure herself of the very same fact. Her description was...haphazard at best, taking guesses and telling only a smidgen of what the female before her looked like. She heard his choked words - saw the look upon his face as the blood drained from his flesh and instantly, innately she knew the next words that fell from the blonde's lips were nothing shy of a lie. Serafina backed away from the pair, her feet shuffling until she found her back gently bump against the wall that only a few inches to her right led down a hallway deeper into the house. Her gaze switched back and forth between the two of them, watching them, observing them and seeing them for who they were. She heard the woman's name fall from his lips as she slid against the wall, drifting towards the corridor as if she could no longer bare to see them together. In this moment, this intimate moment that they shared across all fashions of improbability, she did not belong.

And yet, despite all of her efforts, she could neither escape either. The whispered words of the blonde woman still haunted her, her insistence still dragging her back into this mess with some paranoid ravings of them, or rather, Serafina desperately wished it was a severe case of delusions. Unfortunately, she could not entirely delude herself. In some bizarre fashion, she could feel them. She could feel the oncoming weight of them, she could feel them pressing against her skull as if their presence and their fight to be seen, to be heard, was somehow suffocating her. It was all too much. And yet, despite this, she could neither ignore the woman's insistence that Davante hadn't meant to hurt her, if only because she had realized with a quite startling revelation that she was hurt. She was and the last thing she wanted to was let him see it. She took a brief moment to draw herself together, to steel her vulnerable heart and quivering mind, her teeth bit upon her bottom lip as if that smallest feeling of pain was somehow able to ground her. "She want's you to come with me." Her voice was soft, a barest fleeting of a whisper and yet, it was the only words she provided him before turning upon her heels to head down the hallway of the house, hardly bothering to look behind her to see if the pair followed.

She paused at the base of the stairs, her hand reaching for the knob that led to the basement - a piece of the house that she had effectively taken over during her mentors life. She led him down the stairs to a brightly lit room. Each wall was covered with shelves which held a large assortment of bottles. There were dry herbs, and peculiar oils, there were shining bottles of liquids and powders that glistened like the rainbow. It was her workshop - one that put even the back end of her shop to shame. Most importantly of all, however, was that the room lacked windows entirely, embraced only by the earth on all four sides behind sheetrock walls. Her only job was fulfilled and slowly the girl pause in front of her shelf, lowering herself down onto the dark wood floors to sit and wait out the world that seemed to collapse around her.