kissing death and loosing my breath

Serafina had felt the weight of his gaze momentarily, having long sense dismissed it as her being the only connection to his clearly dearly departed lover. She had tried to slip away from them, even though he couldn't see her. His memories of her were still so strong, breath taking almost, Davante's power potent enough to allow the girl a brief glimpse into just how much he had loved her. As far as the young witch was concerned, her companion still very much belonged to the pretty dead girl that hovered nearby with his child in her arms. Whatever they had, the infancy stage of what they'd been creating, could hardly compare to that relationship that had resonated over time and eternities. Serafina had no words for neither man nor ghost (for she was certain that was indeed what she was seeing now). She offered neither her forgiveness, merely slipping into the darkness of her corridor with the promise that it was what she had wanted of them both. The basement had become her sanctuary in the years prior that she had spent under her mentor's fierce tutelage. It was only fitting that it was here Serafina now retreated to.

The female brought her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around herself in a rather vulnerable gesture. At first, she hadn't noticed the shadow that moved against her shelves and workbench, inspecting the room that wholly personified her. She could feel Davante near by, however, his restlessness was rolling off of his masculine figure in waves as they both fell to silence, clearly dealing with their own emotions on what had just occurred in their own fashion. Her gaze shifted upwards at the slight pressure upon her chin, her grey tinged eyes slowly focusing on the darkness that caressed her flesh in a gentle fashion. She blinked once, and then twice, slowly comprehending what she was witnessing. Despite the decided shock of the detached shadow's presence, Serafina gave him nothing but a look of exhaustion, accompanied only by a weak simper. Perhaps it was the emotional torment taking a toll on her youthful soul though it too was surely accompanied by her erratic and uncontrollable new found ability to not only speak with but also to see the dead. It was a layer of her world that had previously been closed off to her, though one she had believed to exist and now she was one of the unlucky few who could actually peer behind the curtain and glimpse into the afterlife. Joy.

Serafina shook her head ever so slightly. "I'm not trying to tell you anything." She voiced softly, unsure if she was entirely willing to admit that she had indeed seen a ghost. "Just that I saw someone that you couldn't...someone you apparently know." Perhaps it was a mind trick? He could do illusions couldn't he? Maybe this was all some elaborate joke? The paranoia that had begun to settle upon her was quickly pushed into some darker, deeper place, refusing to indulge the notion that even he was that cruel. "I didn't know I could." Serafina's voice falling to a whisper, not even a simper cracking across her sweet heart lips at his attempt at humor. She felt his fingers brush against her cheek and slightly the girl pulled away, his memories were still far too fresh within her mind for her to simply accept the gesture. "I'm fine." She stated simply though weather or not she entirely believed it was another matter entirely. Her gaze slowly trailed after him as he stood, moving away from her once again and up towards the stair case. His inquiry caused her eyes to shift, scanning the room before replying with a soft sigh. "I don't know. She's not here anymore." She failed entirely to mention the other ghosts coming, though really she wasn't sure what being here had to do with them either.

She watched as the shadow stepped in front of her, arranging candles ever just so to position them in a circular area around her. Her eyes adjusted slowly to the sudden dimness as the flames flickered on the candle light. Slowly Serafina shook her head at his comment of the Ouija board, choosing not to respond any more then that. Part of her doubted that he felt nearly the same as he voiced. She couldn't believe that he didn't want to speak to her. A deep sigh left the girl's lips at the pressing sensation upon her skull - the one she'd begun to associate with the appearance of the young woman Davante had once loved. "She's back." She voiced simply, her gaze looking upwards to probe the darkness, entirely ignorant of the shadows that moved in the far corners of the room - that was until the ghost stepped into her view, his grotesque, broken figure hell bent on the shadowy figure that belonged to her warlock companion. For a moment she stared at his cold lifeless figure, her lips parting ever so slightly in a mixture of terror and fear. Her breath was somehow stolen from her, though it was hardly enough to coax a scream from the girl. She had seen many horrors in her younger days. She'd seen violence and death at far too many corners.

His sudden shift left her startled, her grey eyes frantically searching the room to find his figure. It was only at Davante's gasp as the ghost's fingers wrapped around the shadow's neck that Serafina was able to find him, her figure jumping to her feet and she spoke in an equally as concerned tone. "Davante!" Panic flooded the young woman as she searched for something to pull the ghost from the shadow's grip, her hands freely moving right through his corporeal body. She didn't realize the release of her affinity, rushing through the room, bringing their bodies into existence for Davante to see just as much as she did. Nor did she realize the man that had been standing silently within the corner, his arms folded over his chest, his striking emerald eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he watched the scene in front of him play out. It wasn't until her distraught reached it's climax that he felt inclined to intervene, some of his magic in life following him into death. With a flick of his wrist the books lining one of her shelves went flying, colliding into the ghost, touching him in a way that Serafina could not till the ghastly figure stumbled backwards with open jaws, clearly protesting the intervention that stopped him from taking the life that had led to his own death.