1 x 1 with petrify

[nana]

this is a one on one mxm roleplay between me and petrify! please don't post unless you are one of us.

a young man moves into an apartment building, but what he doesn't know is soon he will be falling in love with the demon that inhabits it.

[nana]

name; will
age; 21
sexuality; gay
personality; classic geek that doesn't know he's actually adorable. he loves cafes and reading until the sun comes out. he loves poetry and listening to people as they rant about his problems. his smiles seem to brighten the room like he's the sun even though he thinks everybody around him are stars. his dream is to become a writer of those crappy romance novels that he thinks are amazing. but for now he works at a book store on the corner that work him to long and hard for the not enough pay. but he doesn't complain because atleast he gets to be surrounded by the things he loves.
backstory: maybe unknown for now??

[petrify]

fc: aleks storm

name: zachariah. nickname: z. gender: male. sexuality: pansexual but prefers masculine features. age: appears to be 23 - since that's what he died - but he's about 27 now. it's been three years since his death. height: 5"5; small for a demon but he can't help it. tattoos: "just" is on his left wrist and "breathe" is on his right wrist. also had a half done sleeve on his right arm, which was an arrangement of roses, but alas; it was never colored before he died. he also has a little ";" tattooed behind his left ear. piercings: one in his left ear, use to have a small nose piercing but. positive traits: sympathetic, empathetic, good listener, understanding, knows his manners, trustworthy. neutral traits: shy, mostly quiet. negative traits: easily angered, slightly sarcastic, stubborn, untrusting of others, on guard at all times. background: up until the day of his death, z had a pretty normal life. he had just moved into his first apartment and got out of his aunt's house. he had a girl he was interested in and they were seemingly getting more and more close. he was starting to get tattoos and piercings since his aunt couldn't say anything anymore, and he was suppose to go to the local animal shelter to adopt a cat that weekend. but then, walking home from his workplace, while crossing the street, he was hit. and left to die. which he did die at the hospital. vengeful and full of rage, he decided his work on earth was far from finished. so he returned as a demon, his rage turning him into one. he now resides at his old apartment, where it seems another person has finally moved in.

[petrify]

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𝚣𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚑 | 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟻𝟼𝟹 | 𝚘𝚘𝚌: 𝚗/𝚊
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at first when will had moved in, zachariah was completely and utterly annoyed with the new development. you think he would be happy to finally see someone after years of being in the apartment by himself - which, to some extent, he was - but he was mostly just annoyed. so he sat in the corner of the room, back to the wall, arms crossed as he watched will move in his stuff. z had actually stayed like that for a few days, just watching whatever will was doing and rolling his eyes at stuff. within a few days he warmed up though and began to walk around the apartment once again, avoiding all contact with will. which it wasn't that hard, considering the other couldn't even see him. at first z thought of ways that he could scare the younger man but decided that he wasn't going to be a jerk about it all. plus, it was kind of nice to see a handsome face everyday instead of staring blankly into the darkness. within a month z had warmed up considerably to will, actually stepping closer to him and studying him. sitting down next to him as he read books and peeking over at the words that he was reading. watching him as he typed on his phone or laptop, reading whatever his fingers decided to type out onto the screens. sometimes when he was brave enough and had enough energy, he would open up his laptop and scroll through things. it made him feel as if he was human again, reading through everything that was happening in the world. he sort of missed being able to talk to people and generally just be around others. z was unaware as to why it took him so long to realize how damn lonely he was, but now that will had moved into his apartment, he never wanted him to leave. it was comforting now to have someone around him, even if the younger gentleman knew nothing of his existence. when zachariah finally decided that he was done just... being there to be there, he began showing signs that he was there. he started with cracking open the doors to the cabinets, which honestly didn't do much. flickering the lights was next, then straight up untwisting the light-bulbs from all the lights. it seemed he was only being an annoyance really, doing all of that, so now he's built up enough energy to actually speak. he was almost positive he had drained the whole battery from will's laptop trying to build up enough energy, which he would have to apologize for. and now here he is. z's eyes watched will from afar as he sat in a chair, foot nervously tapping against the floor. chewing at the inside of his cheeks, he wondered what he should say; simply go for a "hello?" or maybe he should just flat out say will's name to grab his attention. yeah, that sounded good. swallowing, z stood to his feet, taking in a breath as he approached will. once he was close - maybe a little too close - he began; "will," he said aloud, knowing that his voice would most likely be a whisper. he felt like an idiot; maybe he should've shouted so it would sound like a normal tone to will, but he couldn't take it back or anything.

[nana]

will had been reading one of his favorite books. the classic romeo and juliet when he thought he heard his name. he looked up, slightly confused. he adjusted his position on his chair a bit. could it be.. at first when all the weird things had happened around the apartment he had been scared. then slowly as time went by he got curious. he didn't have many friends. well, he didn't have any at all. so it was nice to be friends with this.. ghost? he wasn't all too sure who or what it was that liked to turn his lights off and on. but he knew that it intrigued him. he bit his lip, rolling it around with his teeth nervously. he could do this. talking to people want that hard. he gave a small sigh and sat the book down. his sleeves covered most of his hands because even though he was rather tall his sleeves were always too long. "Um... H-Hi." He said then facepalmed a bit in his mind. 'You really look like an idiot now don't you.' He thought to himself. He took in a breath then let it out. "i'm assuming i just heard my name. if i did well then hi... if i didn't well then i guess i'm just stupid talking to myself like this..." he said, his voice wavering.

[petrify]

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𝚣𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚑 | 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟹𝟻𝟾 | 𝚘𝚘𝚌: 𝚗/𝚊
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in all honesty, z was surprised to hear will's response back to him. most people when they heard things that could be written as a paranormal anomaly making its presence known, they'd just ignore it or completely freak out. but... will seemed pretty calm about the situation. mostly. maybe he was already aware that z was in the apartment? zachariah thought that all of the stuff he had done before was for nothing really, but it seemed he was wrong. he stood there for a moment, frozen for a few seconds before realizing he should probably reply back before will thought that he was just going mad and went back to his reading. z glanced at the cover of the book he was reading, his eyes scanning the words fairly quickly before he looked back to will's face; studying it for a moment before speaking once again. "hi, you're not going crazy or anything, i actually spoke," he stated, voice a bit louder this time so the other could hear him better and it wouldn't be in such a whispered tone anymore. z's eyes left will's face, glancing around the apartment. why did he feel so nervous all of the sudden? and self conscious? it wasn't like will could see him or anything. looking down at himself, he felt like an idiot for standing up and speaking to him. his eyes went to a close chair, approaching it before ultimately sitting down. it felt nice that somebody actually knew he was there now instead of just watching them have other conversations with people and feeling absolutely alone. once seated, he swallowed before beginning to talk again. "my name's zachariah. this was my apartment a few years back and i felt attached to it, so i haven't left since," he said, eyes going to the floor for a moment before going to will's face once more. he wasn't going to explain to him that he was actually a very vengeful spirit - or demon - that was just here out of spite and rage. he didn't want to freak him out and have him never speak to him again or anything.

[nana]

a small smile graced wills face when he heard a response. "it's ok. i'm probably crazy anyways." he said. it felt wrong to be talking to somebody that he couldn't see. he listened to what he said next. "hm, well i guess i was kind of right. i just thought this place was haunted. which is kind of cool because now i get a friend. well only if you want to be friends!" he said as a mad blush covered his cheeks and ears. great. he really wanted a friend, hopefully he didn't just make a fool of himself. "i'm will. i really like that name; zachariah. i bet it would look cool backwards." he said then internally slapped himself. great. he was just embarrassing himself more. "i mean.. sorry. i don't really talk to people often... and now i'm talking to a ghost. pretty sure this is the most interesting thing that has happened in my entire life time." he said with a nervous chuckle. he was really getting nervous now. if he couldn't talk to a ghost, who could he talk to?